I Deliver Food In a Lamborghini

Soon, Nan Zhe changed his mind.

Where there is Shen Yanqing, how can there be no him?

It just so happened that the two could have an in-depth exchange this time.

He had thought about it, according to Nan Ge's dirty thoughts towards Shen Yanqing, it must be impossible to stop him.

Now he can only try his best to accept Shen Yanqing.

That being the case, we must find a suitable opportunity to meet.

But there were some misunderstandings between the two of them before, and he had to face himself, and he couldn't confess to Shen Yanqing directly. He could only adopt a roundabout tactic. Before the official meeting, he had more contact with Shen Yanqing, and made him realize his own epiphany.

Let Shen Yanqing understand the real relationship between him and Nan Ge.

Then after the official meeting, talk slowly.

This is better.

So right now, this banquet is also a good opportunity.

Thinking of this, Nan Zhe pressed the voice note and sent a message to the secretary: "Tell over there, I have time to go there. We will leave tomorrow afternoon."

The secretary had just declined Cheng'an International's side, and tried his best to find a reliable and polite reason.

There is also a very refreshing second reply.

As a result, as soon as he quit, he received a message from Mr. Xiaonan.

After listening to the voice note, he choked on his breath, stuck in his throat.

I feel like scolding someone, what should I do?

Sighing, he typed a reply: "Got it. [Rose] [Rose]"

Having such a rebellious boss is really a sin in his previous life.

——

eight pm.

Nan Zhe appeared downstairs in Qi Yan's studio on time.

He parked across the street so she could see him as soon as she came out.

Qi Yan's working hours are not fixed, and if he says overtime, he will work overtime.

Nan Zhe didn't urge her, didn't tell her that he had arrived, but just waited for her to finish her work and send him a message.

He lowered the window and tried to light a cigarette.

But he was afraid that the smell of cigarettes in the car would not dissipate after a while, so he hesitated and got out of the car to smoke.

The weather in Huaicheng is mediocre today, and Nanzhe's lighter was repeatedly ignited and blown out.

Anxiously, he found a leeward place and tried again, lighting the cigarette with difficulty.

When the smoke was half burned, the phone screen lit up, and Qi Yan sent a message asking if he had arrived.

Nan Zhe didn't answer, but instead asked: [Are you finished? 】

He held a cigarette in one hand, held his mobile phone in the other, and typed with one hand.

[? 】

Qi Yan never returned.

Nan Zhe let out a breath, thinking that she might be busy again.

The wind made his fingers a little stiff, he put the cigarette in his mouth, and changed his hand to type.

Just after buttoning a letter, a voice behind him raised his voice, "Brother Nan!"

Nan Zhe paused, subconsciously followed the voice and looked back.

On the long steps, the girl stood there wearing a thin sweater, probably because she came out in a hurry and forgot to put on her coat.

Seeing him turn around, he hurriedly stretched out his hand and waved vigorously in the air, for fear that he would not see him.

Nan Zhe frowned, not knowing why she came out.

After reacting, he raised his hand to stifle the cigarette in his hand, and walked towards her.

"How did you come out?"

"Have you been here long?"

The voices of the two collided together.

Qi Yan was startled for a moment, then smiled, "I got up and stretched, looked downstairs casually, and saw your car."

"You have sharp eyes."

"That's not it." She was a little proud, "I've been in your car once, and it's really hard to recognize your car without looking carefully, but your license plate number is too arrogant, it's hard to forget it."

The two times Nan Zhe met her, he drove very low-key.

But his license plate number can't be low-key.

The arrogant Leopard is passing by alone, so you have to pay more attention to it.

Nan Zhe was afraid of the strong wind, so he took off his coat and wanted to give it to her. Qi Yan shook his head and stepped back to avoid it, saying that he was not cold, "Why didn't you tell me when you arrived."

"No." He withdrew his hand and lifted half of the cigarette in the other hand: "I'm still smoking, typing slowly."

"oh oh."

"Are you done?"

"Not yet, it will probably take about half an hour. Come in and wait."

"Go in, I'll finish my cigarette and wait outside."

"No need, it's so cold outside, it's the same when you go in to smoke."

"Too much smoke."

Qi Yan went to hold his hand, dragged him forward, and said as he walked, "I'm the only one working overtime, and no one else can smell it, so I'm leaving."

——

After entering, the half of the cigarette in Nan Zhe's hand was still unsmoked. He threw the cigarette into the trash can, and Qi Yan poured him a glass of water.

"You sit first, I will hurry up and try to finish work as soon as possible."

"Okay." Nan Zhe sat down on the chair, and he could see Qi Yan when he looked up.

Their office area here is open, and there is a tea room next to it, which is not big.

The larger area is used to store clothing and accessories, as well as some photo scenes built indoors.

Qi Yan worked very seriously, and soon forgot about Nan Zhe's existence.

It was originally expected to be half an hour, but she had an obsessive-compulsive disorder and kept improving, and it took nearly an hour to finish.

Throughout the whole process, Nan Zhe just drank water silently without making a sound.

So much so that when Qi Yan pressed his neck to turn off the computer, and turned his head to meet his gaze, he was still in a daze.

Nan Zhe's eyes were focused, and he didn't know how long it had been on her.

She looked over so suddenly that Nan Zhe didn't react.

The emotions in the eyes of the two collided so nakedly, and then the room fell silent.

Soon, Nan Zhe's eyes changed, he raised his eyebrows at her, and returned to his previous image of sloppy and yuppie.

He put his legs down and straightened up and asked her, "Is it over?"

"Yeah." Qi Yan came back to his senses, and quickly stood up, "When I get busy, I forget about my business."

She patted her forehead and went to get her bag in frustration, "Let's go! Go and eat quickly. You have been off work for a long time, so you should be hungry already?"

"No, I ate something on the way, so I'm not very hungry." Nan Zhe turned the car key in his hand, "Clean up slowly, it won't be a while."

Qi Yan didn't listen to him, swept the things on the table into the canvas bag, zipped it up and carried it back without even looking at it, "I'm ready, let's go!"

Nan Zhe was unhurried, like an old man taking a walk after dinner. Qi Yan thought he was slow, so he urged him, and he followed behind, pushing him forward.

"What's the rush?" Nan Zhe sneered, "Are you hungry?"

"It's almost ten o'clock. Wouldn't it be midnight before you go home after dinner? It's not safe to drive at night."

"Next time, I will finish my work earlier."

Listening to her words, Nan Zhe found a replacement for her, "You are the boss yourself, and the studio has just started, so it's normal to be busy. Who can say about overtime work."

"I didn't wait long today. If I waited three or four hours, I would have to flip the table."

After getting in the car, Nan Zhe fastened the seat belt with one hand, and turned on the air conditioner with the other hand.

As soon as the hand dropped, a box was handed over from the side.

He glanced down, then looked at the co-pilot, stunned.

"Hey." Qi Yan weighed the box in his hand, "Lighter, new."

"..."