First Frost ( Requested )

Wen Yifan subconsciously let out a subconscious voice, and then glanced in the direction of the drink, only then did he notice what was wrong. But she has always been like this when going out to dinner with others, always listening to other people's arrangements.

Don't mind being the last one.

Normally, the orderer will ask her opinion politely.

Wen Yifan has never encountered it before, as Zheng Kejia directly showed that she is a situation that can be treated casually.

Wen Yifan has never paid much attention to such trivial matters, and he didn't even feel anything wrong just now. But it was strange, there was a strange feeling inexplicably at the moment.

She licked the corner of her lower lip and looked down at the menu like a cover.

There are not many dishes in this restaurant. The menu is a fold-out, sealed with plastic film. The drinks are located in the lower right corner of the back, and there are not many varieties. In addition to the drinks on the market, there are also several drinks unique to this store.

Wen Yifan looked at it for a while, but didn't have any interest: "You pick it, I just drink water."

Sang Yan had the dishes and chopsticks hot, and pushed him in front of her.

"No need to add anything else?"

Wen Yifan nodded, stared at the bowl and chopsticks in front of him, and handed him the menu back.

Sang Yan poured water into the glass and scanned the menu and the dishes that had already been ordered. In the end he didn't add anything, and put the menu back to the center of the table.

After a brief silence, the table became lively again.

The rest of the people talked with each other and spoke to Sang Yan from time to time.

Mostly gossip, and occasionally talk about work. Wen Yifan didn't know the person they were talking about, nor did he know anything about this field. She didn't listen much, and drank water slowly.

Wen Yifan suddenly realized something.

So Sang Yan pushed the company's dinner party to have this meal with her?

Thinking of this, Wen Yifan looked in the direction of Sang Yan, but met Zheng Kejia again. Her expression seemed a little uneasy, with a little embarrassment, as if someone had said something to her.

Wen Yifan moved his eyes away and faced Sang Yan's profile.

Noting her gaze, Sang Yan quickly looked over: "What?"

"Nothing." Wen Yifan lowered his head and continued to drink water.

Sang Yan still stared at her, and suddenly smiled: "Hey, don't want to fool around."

Wen Yifan: "Huh?"

Sang Yan's eyes were dark and light, with a natural meaning, as if this dinner had nothing to do with him. He pulled his lower lip lightly, and said cynically, "This meal doesn't count."

...

At the end of dinner, Wen Yifan got up and went to the toilet.

Wen Yifan came out of the compartment and turned on the faucet to wash his hands. Looking at herself in the mirror, she lowered her eyes, took out the cushion and lipstick from her bag, and was about to add makeup when she caught a glimpse of Zheng Kejia entering the toilet.

Zheng Kejia stopped for a while, walked over and stood next to her.

Wen Yifan's movements didn't stop, and he started to touch up makeup in front of the mirror.