The king of training starting from Sakurasou

In fact, it can be seen from this that she is very concerned about her daughter. However, her daughter's expectations were too high today, so Yaozi could not talk to her at all.

When he arrived at the place, Qianliu explained the situation to him in French when the waiter greeted him: Take me to the private room reserved by Miss Yaozi.

This restaurant only uses French. To outsiders, it may seem strange that a restaurant in the 11th arrondissement only uses French. However, the boss doesn't seem to care about how much money he can make. Maybe it's his quirk.

After comparing the information, the waiter Binbin took him to a private room 02. The room was connected by transparent floor-to-ceiling glass. Sitting in the dining direction, one could see the bright Tokyo night outside.

The lights are bright, the colorful neon lights look particularly beautiful in the vast field of vision, and the continuous traffic flow is like a long queue.

The waiter served him a cup of coffee, then politely left, closing the door of the private room gently.

Only then did Qianliu think about looking at the private room. The entire private room was about more than a hundred square meters. The dining table was in front of the floor-to-ceiling glass. Behind it was a small living room with a sofa and a bathroom on the side.

This is obviously a private room exclusively for couples, with many heart-shaped elements. Ninety-nine red roses are arranged to form a heart on the carpet.

shape.

It was obviously the man who should have arranged it on his own initiative, but he didn't expect Yaozi to have done it in advance.

The lighting in the private room is slightly dim and soft.

Qianliu picked up the coffee and waited peacefully for the heroine to arrive. The aroma of the coffee mixed with a bit of bitterness made him feel very happy.

Not long after, the private room door opened again.

Qianliu's eyes moved, and there was a hint of surprise.

The lady in black stockings who came in was both mature, charming and chic and handsome.

“Been waiting for a long time”

He came forward with a smile and gave him a hug. Yaozi let go after about ten seconds... He also took off his coat very naturally.

At least the coffee is still hot.

Qianliu gestured to the steaming coffee still floating in his hand and smoothed her shoulder-length hair.

Then it's not too late for me to come.

Yaozi smiled, and then signaled to the waiter who followed her in that the food could be served.

The waiter did not think that the couple seemed to be slightly different in age. He nodded very dutifully and left without looking sideways, even though Yaozi was very beautiful.

Why do I suddenly think of returning to China?

Qianliu asked, putting his chin on his head.

To see you.

Yaozi loosened the button of his shirt at the collarbone, and his eyes winked playfully.

Then she seemed to think of something, and took out the makeup mirror to touch up her lipstick.

Qianliu looked at the thin golden bracelet he gave her sparkling on her wrist, with a small star dotted on it, which fit her slender wrist perfectly.

It's not just to see me.

Qianliu shook the spoon.

Guessed: You are planning to hold a piano concert in China

I haven't even said anything yet.

That means I guessed it right.

Qianliu watched her open a bottle of red wine and took out two goblets to sober up the wine.

I'm not of legal drinking age yet.

Didn't you take enough from me?

Yaozi rolled her eyes at him charmingly and pointed at the corner of her lips.

To be honest, Qianliu doesn't really like red wine, and he doesn't comment on... the comments from the so-called upper-class people, but in some cases it can be used to add fun... That's right.

In his concept, there is no distinction between high and low-grade food and drink. There are only two choices: whether it tastes good or not, and whether it tastes good or not.

Yaozi knows this very well, so most of the dishes he orders are in line with the taste of both of them.

Not long after, French dishes were served one after another.

The lights were dimmed, and only the light near the dining table was slightly brighter. The two of them were shrouded in darkness, and the atmosphere became somewhat ambiguous.

While putting a piece of fish meat into his mouth with a fork, and then gently wiping his mouth with a napkin, Qianliu lowered his head to take a sip of red wine and looked at the mature woman who was elegantly enjoying the dessert: You came to me as soon as you came back. Doesn't your daughter have any objections?

How could it not be? She locked herself in the house and never came out.

Yaozi showed a wry smile.

Qianliu shook the wine glass gently: Then am I not the culprit that caused the breakdown in the relationship between your mother and daughter?

You should be fine if you spend a day with her tomorrow.

A good daughter is like a mother, Yaozi knows very well what her daughter wants.

Is it......

Qianliu murmured, staring at the woman in front of him with aggressive eyes.

Her butter-stained lips looked particularly charming under the light. She tore the bread with her slender fingers, put it into her mouth with the sauce and chewed it elegantly. Then she took a sip of red wine, a series of movements so skillful.

It's too explicit. Any other woman would definitely be scared away by you083.

Yaozi swallowed the red wine slowly, held up his chin, picked up a small piece of freshly cut steak with a fork, and handed it to his mouth.

Qianliu Ah

He bit down on the steak and said vaguely: I will treat different women in different ways.

Hey, that's why you deal with me with a casual attitude.

This is the lowest level of provocation.

Qianliu looked at Yaozi who couldn't help but laugh after she finished speaking, helplessly holding her forehead.

Actually, in addition to...the concert when I come back this time, I also want to visit an old friend.

Yaozi seemed to be full and focused on cutting the steak to feed him.