Xia Cheng was stunned, her throat felt a little bitter, and she moved her lips, "Eric!"
"It's me." Eric said in standard Chinese, "I'm waiting for you downstairs in the company."
Xia Cheng had an indescribable feeling in her heart. She was very entangled and even wanted to escape, but she knew that she would have to meet him eventually, so she was silent for a moment and said, "Okay, I'll go down right away."
She took a deep breath before entering the elevator, but her emotions were a little ups and downs, and she was thinking about what kind of mentality she should have when meeting him.
He was the one who initiated the breakup in the first place, without giving him any chance to defend himself. He was broken up, and after all, it was me who was sorry for him, and it was time for him to give an explanation.
While her mind was in turmoil, the elevator had stopped on the first floor. Xia Cheng calmed down and walked out of the lobby, only to see a black business car parked on the side of the road.
A tall figure leaned against the car. He was rigorously and meticulously dressed. He looked like a gentleman and had the air of a successful person.
He looked over, his expression a little dull, his turbulent emotions had been suppressed by him, and he could only see the undercurrent in his heart from his dark eyes.
Eric moved his lips, walked over with his long legs, and opened his arms, wanting to embrace the person he missed so much.
Xia Cheng took a step back. She was married, so she still knew what to do. She raised her head and forced a smile, "Eric, long time no see."
Eric's arms froze, and the sadness in his eyes was hidden by him. He lowered his arms and smiled warmly, "Long time no see. I've made a reservation and treat you to a meal."
He speaks Chinese very well and has an Asian face, so it is impossible to tell from his appearance that he is from the F country.
Xia Cheng nodded, "You have come all the way, so I should be the one doing my best to treat you as a landlord. I invite you."
Her words were polite but distant. Eric smiled lightly and said, "Why should we be so open-minded between you and me? Let's go. I have a lot of things I want to ask you."
He walked to the car with Xia Cheng, opened the door, and placed his hand on her head very considerately.
Just as Xia Cheng was about to sit in, a voice suddenly called her, "Sister Cheng!"
It was Qiao Qiao. She ran over quickly and took Xia Cheng's hand, "Sister Cheng, where are you going? I even said I wanted to have dinner with you."
"Oh, I'm afraid I can't do it today. I have an appointment with a friend. Let me treat you tomorrow." Xia Cheng said.
Qiaoqiao spoke to Xia Cheng, but her eyes secretly glanced at Eric, "Okay, is this your friend?"
Xia Cheng responded, "Yes, I met Eric when I was studying abroad."
Qiaoqiao stretched out her hand generously and said with a smile, "Hello, I am a good friend of Sister Cheng. My name is Chen Qiao."
Eric was gentle and polite, took her fingertips and shook them gently, "Hello, Miss Chen."
Saying goodbye to Chen Qiao, Xia Cheng sat in the passenger seat and kept looking straight ahead. Neither of them spoke, as if they didn't know where to start. The atmosphere was very quiet.
Eric's face was engraved with a knife, a bit stern. Ohan told him that Miss Xia seemed to be very close to Chen Juan. He wanted to ask if this was true, but he was afraid that she would admit it herself.
Essert, what happened? A year ago, you only made a phone call to say breakup, and then changed all your contact information, so that I couldn't contact you. Why?
Is it because of that man Chen Juan? But I know you, you are not a person who changes your mind when things change. There must be a reason for this.
The car stopped and Eric glanced sideways at her, "We're here."
The two got off the car together, and Eric took her to the third floor of the hotel. He pushed the menu over, "I know you don't like ordering, but as a courtesy, I have to let you take a look."
It turns out that he also remembered that when they first started dating, Xia Cheng hated ordering before eating, so she always asked him to do it for her.
Xia Cheng pulled the menu over, "I remember you also like Chinese food, so I'll order it according to your taste."
Eric smiled a little bitterly. He didn't like Chinese food, but the people who cooked it for him, but he still said, "I like everything you like, so I'd better order it."
He brought the menu over again, flipped through it a few times, and skillfully stated Xia Cheng's preferences.
Then he handed the menu to the waiter and said, "Let's start with these."
Eric looked at her deeply, feeling a little heavy, but he still had to ask some questions after all. He hesitated for a moment.
"You seem to have lost weight. How have you been this year?"
Xia Cheng stirred the juice in the cup and smiled calmly, "It's pretty good."
Eric shook his head, obviously not believing it, and grabbed her hand.
"You are not a person who does things without beginning or end. Something must have happened. Although I don't know what happened, I think you must have been helpless at the time. Assert, I am really sorry. When something happened to you, At that time, I was not by your side, leaving you to face it alone."
Xia Cheng raised her eyes and looked at him. He was always like this. He didn't question or accuse, but stood on the other side's side and told the problem.
This will only make Xia Cheng feel more guilty and feel she owes him more.
Shaking his head, "Eric, don't you blame me?"
Eric stared at her, his eyes full of emotion, and breathed a sigh of relief, "I know you must have a reason, so I don't blame you, but I still hope you can let me know the truth."
He smiled helplessly and said, "Let's wait until we finish eating. I'm afraid you won't be in the mood to eat after talking."
Xia Cheng bit her lip and smiled bitterly, "Okay."
There was noise nearby, and a small dance was being held in the hall not far ahead. Eric stood up, bowed and stretched out his hand, "Beautiful lady, can I ask you to dance?"
Xia Cheng smiled, put her hand on his palm out of politeness, and the two of them walked to the dance floor.
The music is as beautiful as spring water. Following the rhythm of the music, the two of them are like two bright rays of light complementing each other, working together elegantly and in tacit understanding.
Xia Cheng's soft figure complements the tall Eric so well, as if she injects her soul into every movement.
The graceful dancing posture made everyone else stop, automatically retreat to both sides, leaving space, and kept applauding and cheering.
At the end of the song, the two bowed to everyone, exited the dance floor, and came to the dining table.
As soon as they sat down, the food they ordered was already served.
Eric smiled and said, "The time is just right. Let's try it. Which one is better than your craft?"
As soon as he finished speaking, an inappropriate voice sounded, "Of course Chengcheng's skills are good."
The two of them looked over at the same time and saw Chen Juan striding towards him from a short distance away.
He was wearing a loose long-sleeved sweatshirt, casual pants, and a pair of white sneakers. He was fashionable and energetic, quite handsome.
He came over and sat unceremoniously beside Xia Cheng, placing his arm on the back of her chair as if holding her in his arms.
