Chapter 7 Treat Mr. Lu to a meal

Style: Romance Author: Cook NuannuanWords: 1130Update Time: 24/01/11 17:16:01
The car quickly drove out of the underground parking lot. There was light and shadow outside, but it was cold and vast inside.

Xie Qiao finally couldn't stand it any longer. He took out his phone and looked at the time. He smiled dryly and said, "It's still early. Why don't I treat Mr. Lu to dinner?"

After finishing his words, Lu Qichuan thought for a few seconds and said, "Okay."

"What kind of cuisine does Mr. Lu like to eat? What are his taboos?"

Xie Qiao breathed a long sigh of relief, opened the screen and began to search for nearby restaurants. When filtering, he decisively chose those with a per capita consumption of more than 2,000.

This time, think of it as losing money and eliminating disaster.

The more he scrolled down, the colder Xie Qiao's heart became, and he kept thinking in his heart, waste money to eliminate disaster, waste money to eliminate disaster...

When she locked in a few restaurants and was about to ask Lu Qichuan for his opinion, the car slowly stopped.

The driver got out of the car, walked to the side and opened the door for them.

Lu Qichuan picked up the suit jacket on the side and stepped out of the car. Xie Qiao took a quick look and couldn't help but take a breath.

"get off."

"good."

Xie Qiao forced a smile, smiled, got out of the car and entered the elevator.

The silver car was quiet, and the two figures were reflected on the silver wall. Xie Qiao had been staring at the jumping numbers since he entered the elevator.

With a "ding" sound, the elevator door opened. Lu Qichuan walked out first. After entering the password, he opened the door and motioned for Xie Qiao behind him to go forward.

Xie Qiao stood there and suddenly smiled uncomfortably, "Mr. Lu, this isn't very good, is it?"

A man and a woman alone, in the same room at night.

This is indeed not good.

"Didn't you mean to invite me to dinner?"

"But……"

Xie Qiaoqian looked at the door with a smile, then pointed at his mobile phone, "Mr. Lu, I have already reserved a seat in Blangi, let's..."

Lu Qichuan laughed, "Xie Qiao, do you think that with my status, I am short of women?"

Hearing this, Xie Qiao immediately shook his head.

Lu Qichuan glanced at her and walked in, "Come in and change your shoes."

Xie Qiao pursed her lips and walked in.

I took off my high heels and opened the shoe cabinet. There was a pair of pink ladies' slippers on the first floor.

Xie Qiao's eyes flashed slightly, and she immediately understood what he just said. Her hand paused on the women's slippers, and then picked up a pair of men's slippers underneath.

After changing, she had a chance to take a look at the house in front of her.

Ordinary large flat floor, decorated in black, white and gray tones, open kitchen, with several bags of things already placed on the table.

Xie Qiao's eyelids twitched and she glanced at the person sitting on the sofa who was operating the computer, "Mr. Lu."

"Can you cook?"

Hearing this, Xie Qiao breathed a sigh of relief inexplicably, "Yes."

"I don't eat ginger or spicy food."

"OK."

Xie Qiao responded, stepped into the kitchen, and began to study the bags of things.

Since Xie's family went bankrupt and she was saddled with huge debts, she has long been accustomed to cooking for herself.

In a short while, I made four simple dishes and one soup.

"Mr. Lu, it's time to eat."

Lu Qichuan put down his computer, raised his eyes, and suddenly felt a little dazed when he saw her wearing an apron and carrying dishes.

A smile appeared on his face unconsciously.

After eating, Xie Qiao was just about to clean up when he was stopped by Lu Qichuan.

"Just leave it here. Auntie will come over to clean it tomorrow."

"Okay, if nothing happens, I'll go back first."

Xie Qiao took off her apron and stood up to leave.

Lu Qichuan coughed dryly and said in a deep voice, "Wait a minute, there are several sets of data that I need to check with you."

After saying that, he stood up and walked towards the study.