Mo Zhinan's taste in food is similar to Jin Chenhan's. They both have a noble temperament cultivated in a luxurious life since childhood and an exquisite appetite that is prohibitive to many people.
They won't touch anything that doesn't taste good.
The taste buds are nourished by the special chef and are refined and sophisticated.
Therefore, the restaurant Mo Zhinan chooses will not be bad in terms of quality and delicious food.
He led Chen Yingshu into the good seat reserved by the window of the restaurant, and sat down. The man was a gentleman and handed her the menu for her to choose.
Although Chen Yingshu is also a rich girl, she is not very picky about what she eats.
Therefore, when she was in college, she was not extremely picky about eating like many aristocratic ladies. On the contrary, she quite liked the freshly ground soy milk and purple rice potato buns made in the small restaurant outside the university.
It’s delicious, not expensive, and can satisfy your hunger.
"The chef of this restaurant stayed in France for ten years. He returned to China to start a business and opened this brand store. It tastes very good. I have tried it twice." Mo Zhinan spoke warmly, his black eyes looking at the crystal chandeliers around the restaurant. There is something unspeakably deep in the white light.
Chen Yingshu lowered his head and glanced at the dishes above, and said calmly: "I'm not very good at ordering, so I'll just choose these."
Chen Yingshu pointed to the few simple dishes above to the waiter waiting next to him.
After the waiter took note with a smile, he immediately asked the man who was lazily leaning on the back of the chair in a courteous and enthusiastic manner: "Young Master Mo, what would you like to eat?"
The waiter remembered him as one of the leading noble men in Beijing.
Such a distinguished guest comes twice.
They definitely need to remember it.
Mo Zhinan said: "Just serve two signature dishes."
The waiter nodded like a chicken pecking at rice: "Okay, Mr. Mo, please wait a moment."
The waiter left with the menu.
Mo Zhinan picked up a bottle of wine on the table and poured a little into Chen Yingshu's glass: "Can I drink?"
Chen Yingshu nodded: "Yeah, a little."
Mo Zhinan ordered it, but didn't pour a lot, just a small, shallow layer. After pouring, he also poured a little into his own glass.
The food hadn't been served yet, so it was a bit awkward for the two of them to sit like this.
In order to ease the embarrassment, Mo Zhinan raised a glass to her first. Chen Yingshu didn't know what to say and quickly drank the red wine slowly while holding the glass.
After drinking for a while and almost reaching the bottom, Mo Zhinan saw that the man's beautiful thin lips suddenly revealed a faint smile: "Drinking in such a hurry?"
"Slow down or you'll get drunk."
When Chen Yingshu said this suddenly, he raised his eyes and saw his handsome face smiling at her in the scattered lights.
The man's facial features are deep, his eyes are thickly black, and his thin lips are as surging as mountains. His whole figure is like a black panther dormant in the dense forest, strong and handsome.
But it is so dangerous that one can even breathe.
It is undeniable that a man who can be praised as one of the male sex gods by the famous ladies in Beijing is indeed so handsome that it makes people's hearts flutter.
Chen Yingshu had met many handsome men in school before, including when he went abroad. Some of them were of mixed race.
But those men, although handsome, did not have the innate nobility that Mo Zhinan exuded.
This is probably the difference between him and them, right?
Chen Yingshu stared at his face in a daze for a few seconds, then quickly looked away and said, "I'm a little thirsty."
"So I drank in a hurry."
"You told me earlier, I'll pour you water." Mo Zhinan picked up the glass on the table and prepared to pour water into the water glass on her chest.
As soon as his finger landed on her glass, Chen Yingshu was stunned for a moment and subconsciously grabbed the glass.
She wanted to pour the water herself.
Don't bother him.
As a result, in her panic and haste, her soft fingertips accidentally touched the back of his warm hand. In an instant, a faint electric touch came over her like a tide.
Chen Yingshu frowned and instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand.
But the man opposite him suddenly raised his eyelids, looked at her deeply, and grabbed her hand with his backhand.
Again, tighten it.
Slowly hold it in your palm and feel the softness that belongs to her.
It turns out that girls’ hands can be so soft.
It's like touching a piece of soft cotton.
Very comfortable.
"Young Master Mo?" His hand was caught off guard and it was hard to let go. Chen Yingshu was thin-skinned and blushed, and quickly struggled to get rid of his hand.
The tenderness in the palm of my hand is gone.
The man's eyes narrowed, and he subconsciously sneered at himself, why did he look like a young boy?
So anxious?
"Sorry, I got a little out of control."
Chen Yingshu didn't dare to look at him, turned his face sideways, and said in a panic: "It's okay."
It's so strange, why are they acting like this suddenly?
You were obviously very nervous about keeping a distance the day before, but now you're going to get along like strangers, and finally get divorced?
What is she doing now?
Chen Yingshu, you are really crazy.
No, she was so upset when she was in the study last night.
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Fortunately, the exquisite and high-end meals arrived quickly, and Chen Yingshu quickly lowered his head to eat, which relieved the embarrassment and confusion.
After eating, the two of them drove home. Since they had all drunk, Mo Zhinan sat in the back seat.
The bodyguard drove the car for them both.
The two of them were silent all the way until they returned home. When Mo Zhinan returned the car keys to her, he said, "Tonight... you don't need to sleep in the guest bedroom. The ventilation there is not very good and it is not good for girls. "
"I'm not drunk and I won't mess around."
The subtext is that he will not touch her casually.
She could sleep in the same bed with him without worry.
Although they had indeed slept in the same bed several times before.
But at that time they had no idea about each other.
Something is different now...
Chen Yingshu's heartbeat speeded up subconsciously again. It was as if someone had lit a candle on her ears, which made her ear beads extremely hot. A tomato-colored blush suddenly appeared on her face. He was really good at it. Kettle, hurriedly grabbed the key from his hand and went upstairs first.
Arriving at the bedroom on the second floor in one breath, Chen Yingshu's heartbeat was still beating hard for no reason.
She reached out and covered her burning face, trying to calm herself down.
Then he took a deep breath and went to the bathroom to take a shower.
After taking a shower, the hot feeling on her face had subsided a lot, but would she really want to sleep in the same bed with him soon?
In fact, when she agreed to the marriage, she considered having a relationship with him.
After all, they were married, although not in love.
But if their families pressure them to have children, they will inevitably...
Woohoo, what is she thinking?
Chen Yingshu bit her lip hard and stretched out her hands to rub her temples. She was crazy. Is her brain broken?
Why do you think so much?
Sharing a bed doesn't mean anything.
She shouldn't think too much.
I really can’t think too much about it.
Forcing himself to calm down again, Chen Yingshu quickly went to bed and wanted to sleep first.
But it's a bit early.
She usually goes to bed around ten o'clock, but now it's only half past eight? ? ?
How to sleep?
Closing his eyes, he pulled the quilt and pretended to sleep, but Mo Zhinan came up. When he entered the door, he saw the woman lying on the bed. The man didn't say anything to her in particular, but smiled lightly at the corners of his lips, and then entered the bathroom. Wash up.
This time, I always dislike men who wear perfume after taking a shower.
For the first time, after taking a shower and putting on his black pajamas, he took out the after-bath camellia perfume that had been unused for almost half a year.
Spray a few times on his pajamas and neck.
Then I put down the camellia perfume bottle and took a look at myself in the mirror.
Turn around and walk out.
The bedroom was still quiet. Chen Yingshu closed his eyes and leaned sideways pretending to sleep. Mo Zhinan walked to the bed, took off his soft clothes and dragged them onto the bed.
When I pulled back the quilt and came in.
Look at the time, nine o'clock.
It's hard for him to go to bed so early.
He is also a night owl.
I won't go to bed before twelve o'clock.
So should I do something when going to bed so early?
After thinking this, the man lowered his eyes slightly, leaned close to Chen Yingshu, and said in a low and magnetic voice: "Are you asleep?"
Chen Yingshu didn't dare to say anything and continued to pretend to sleep with his eyes closed.
But the good-smelling perfume emanating from the man mixed with his own refreshing breath hit the tip of her nose, and she couldn't help but pucker her red lips.
This small little gesture.
Mo Zhinan saw it, and his thin lips instantly curved into an evil arc. He didn't expect Chen Yingshu to have such a cute side, huh?
As if he had discovered something strange, Mo Zhinan lowered his body towards her.
He almost touched her soft shoulder.
Perhaps the breath he suppressed unconsciously was too strong and fiery. Chen Yingshu was afraid that he would pull her pajamas, so she couldn't pretend to be asleep and instinctively opened her eyes.
As soon as he opened his eyes, he saw the dark eyes of the man very close to him.
Those eyes are very dark.
Like the deep sea, more like a thousand-mile ink pool, it is thick and bottomless, but it can firmly attract the soul and want to swim in to find out.
Chen Yingshu was simply attracted, his mind went blank, and his beautiful pupils stared blankly into his eyes.
The whole person stood there stiffly, forgetting to speak for a moment, and they looked at each other silently, without saying a word.
The atmosphere in the bedroom gradually became a little ambiguous.
She even felt a little inexplicably dry, something was wrong. Chen Yingshu shook his eyes nervously and wanted to turn around the next second.
But it was too late.
The next second, against the dim light of the orange wall lamp, the man's strong and hot hormonal aura pressed down without any warning, and his thin, cool lips pressed softly against her for the first time.
