Chapter 170 Shall we be together?

[no. ] Pei Yilan sent out an original picture: [It makes me feel good when he took it. Twist.jpg]

  [He is too good at finding angles. ]

[really. ]

   "Yi Lan." Jiang Ye came out after changing his clothes and interrupted their chat: "Do you want to put on makeup?"

   "I'll put on some lipstick." Her skin is fair, and she has no excess spots or pores, and she can go out with a pure face.

  [We are going out, let’s talk at night. ] Pei Yilan said in the group, and after applying lipstick, Jiang Ye led him out.

   Qianyue on the other side of the screen put down her phone, just about to catch up on sleep when she received a call from Zhou Yanshen.

   "Qian Yue." His warm voice brushed her ears like electricity: "Are you up yet?"

"not yet."

   "What time should I pick you up?"

   "Four or five?" She rolled over lazily, reluctant to leave the warm bed: "I haven't slept enough."

   "Okay." Zhou Yanshen heard her yawning and couldn't help but chuckle: "Then I'll be here at five o'clock."

   "Where are we going at night?"

"secret."

  Qianyue has no time to guess when she is sleepy.

   The alarm clock that she slept until 4 o'clock sounded, she simply dressed up for a while, and then went out to meet him.

   "You just finished meeting the client?" She fastened her seat belt and her eyes fell on the suit he was wearing.

   "No." Zhou Yanshen didn't explain much, he stepped on the accelerator and drove out of the third ring.

  The restaurant located on the mountainside is tightly wrapped by the afterglow of the setting sun, and the blue swimming pool at the entrance is decorated with orange light, like a layer of tulle flying on the water.

  The cobblestone road beside the pool is paved to the entrance of the restaurant. Entering through the induction door, there is a small indoor fountain. Occasionally, you can see goldfish flapping their tails and playing happily in the water.

   Zhou Yan Shenxu hugged Qian Yue's waist and walked up the European-style stairs to the private room on the second floor by the window.

  The roof of the private room is triangular in shape, and the whole is made of glass, which blocks the cold wind and can enjoy the sky dyed in orange.

   He pulled out the chairs and chairs of the dining table, tapped the call bell on the right, and motioned for the waiter to serve them.

   "This place is so beautiful." Qian Yue looked at the mountains in the distance through the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying the beautiful scenery carved by nature.

   She put her elbows on the table, and her long curly chestnut hair hung down in front of her shoulders disobediently: "How did you find out?"

   "Recommended by the secretary." Zhou Yanshen hung up the coat he just took off and sat down opposite her.

   He adjusted the collar of his suit and stared deeply at her profile: "This store has just opened, and there are not many people yet."

   "No wonder." Qian Yue saw from a distance: "As long as they advertise a little bit, the business will definitely be hot in the later period."

   “But they only serve five tables a day, and most people who can’t get a reservation will choose something else.”

   "Is the owner of this store so capricious?"

   "Hmm." Zhou Yan took two sips of lemonade and looked at the waiter who came in with the dining cart: "It's probably for fun."

   "The dishes for the two of you are ready." The waiter put the dishes he ordered in advance on the table: "Please take your time."

   "Thank you." Qian Yue picked up her chopsticks.

   Dining under the sunset is a very romantic thing, and even the usual food becomes special.

   She tasted the mouth-watering local dishes and shared recent interesting stories with Zhou Yanshen in an undisturbed environment.

   "You have cream on the corners of your mouth." Zhou Yanshen stared at those plump lips, seemingly unable to look away.

   "Where?"

"left."

  Light Yue wiped it off with a tissue.

   She raised her eyes, and before she had time to ask if she had wiped it clean, the faint smell of tobacco hit the tip of her nose.

   Zhou Yanshen, who was leaning forward, stretched out his well-knotted hand, and the pulp of his fingers landed on the corner of her lips.

   As the distance gets closer, the two lines of sight inevitably collide, and the atmosphere becomes subtle.

   "It's my left side." Zhou Yan looked deeply into the pair of eyes that were imprinted on him, and the corners of his lips curled slightly.

   He brushed her hair that was on her temples, and the action was so provocative that Qian Yue's heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

   She felt the temperature of his fingertips, and the tip of her ear was dyed a little crimson: "Is it still there now?"

   "No more." Zhou Yanshen sat back to his original position.

   He dug out a spoonful of dessert and put it in his mouth to taste it. He seemed to think it was too sweet, and put down the spoon again: "Where did you spend the Chinese New Year this year?"

   "Lincheng." Qian Yue's parents are temporarily living in Linshi for work reasons: "They will come back on vacation."

   "That's fine." They went to Italy on the third day of the third year, and it would be very troublesome for her to go back to Ili.

"And you?"

   "I've been with the old man."

  Qian Yue had never heard him talk about his parents, so he was curious: "Uncle, are they abroad?"

   "Hmm." Zhou Yan lowered his eyebrows and kissed the tip of his nose and eyelashes with a faint smoke.

   His expression was calm: "They come back twice every six months, but they hardly meet."

"why?"

   "When we meet, we will be noisy, too lazy to meet."

   Qianyue didn't ask any further questions.

   She looked at the clouds covered by the dark night, and changed the subject with him: "As soon as winter comes, it gets dark early, and the stars come out."

"Have it?"

   "There are four connected over there."

   Zhou Yanshen looked in the direction she pointed.

  He counted the time silently, guessing that they had arranged the venue, so he got up and said, "Qian Yue, let's go out for a walk."

   Qian Yue followed in his footsteps.

   They walked along the corridor to the outer end, when Zhou Yanshen suddenly stopped: "You close your eyes first."

   "Close your eyes?" Qian Yue had a vague guess.

   At Zhou Yanshen's gesture, she stretched out her right hand and put it on his palm: "Are there any surprises?"

   "Of course." Zhou Yanshen asked her to step up the steps.

   He took her hand and walked to the open-air garden, and gave the two waiters sitting on the right side a look.

  When the beautiful violin music rang around, he covered Qian Yue's ear: "You can open it."

   Qian Yue's eyelashes trembled slightly.

The purpose of    is a heart surrounded by candles. She stands in the heart of love, and her feet are covered with beautiful rose petals.

  When the rich floral fragrance is wrapped in the wind, the balloons on the left and right sides and the windmills made of mesh sway along with it, as if matching the flickering frequency of the LEDs, forming a romantic picture.

   "Qian Yue." Zhou Yanshen, holding a bouquet of red roses, stood outside the heart and called her name softly.

   He stared at those eyes, or when he was officially confessing to his girlfriend for the first time, he had forgotten the opening remarks he had planned before, and subconsciously entered the topic: "Are we together?"

The light of the    LED lights softened his outline and silently magnified the tenderness in his eyes.

   For a moment, Qian Yue really wanted to jump into his arms, and even took half a step forward with her right foot.

   She clenched the hand hanging by her side, and gradually pulled back the reason that was suppressed by sensibility: "Mr. Zhou, do you like me?"

   "I like it." Zhou Yanshen thought he liked it and thought he could do what Lin Jiao said.

   "How much do you like?"

   "I can't tell." He was telling the truth: "But you make me feel very different."

   (end of this chapter)