On the boulevard outside the studio.
It was Qiao Tiantian's first time meeting Jiang Zhihuai.
At this time, he was leaning lightly on the motorcycle, the wind blew through the dense leaves, and the light spots in the gaps were looming, and the sharp aura on his body under the tree became soft and hazy.
Qiao Tiantian calmly took the bag from him, endured her complaints and left quickly after paying for the "sky-high" meal.
But he ignored the slightly annoyed and apologetic click of the tongue from the man behind him.
*
Qiao Tiantian designed a dress and made an appointment with the model to meet at a private restaurant in Linjiang, but he suddenly missed the appointment.
It happened that Jiang Zhihuai, the boss, came down from upstairs.
Qiao Tiantian had an idea.
"Alas."
"Miss Qiao is not satisfied with the dishes this time?"
"No, this time it was good. It's just that the model I made an appointment with missed the appointment."
The man put his finger on his chin, as if he really wanted to help her solve her problem.
"Then... How about I do it instead?"
Qiao Tiantian chuckled inwardly and took the bait.
But it took a long time for her to realize that she had taken the bait.
*
Later, Jiang Zhihuai expressed his apology for the mistake in the first meal and asked her to taste the dishes again and again.
Over time, Qiao Tiantian had some thoughts about him, but seeing that he was always calm and helpless, she felt like giving up.
Zhengchou couldn't find a suitable excuse, but accidentally found out about the secret network he had laid by coincidence from the beginning.
So I reluctantly gave up my love and stopped going to Jiang Zhihuai's store.
Unexpectedly, under the street lights late at night, the dim light reflected his outline more and more clearly, and his tone was unexpectedly aggrieved, "Are you tired of the sweet food I made?"
The always unruly man put the pudding in his hand with some caution.
*
Qiao Tiantian decided to use her tricks to bring down Jiang Zhihuai's calm side.
Before she could think of a way, Jiang Zhihuai saw her brother who was walking her home and standing side by side with her.
The man approached her, gently pinched her wrist with his cool fingertips, and glanced at the person who was sending her home, "You can change the dishes, but you can't change the person."
Jiang Zhihuai's gentlemanly and calm face was torn to pieces, as if he had returned to the first meeting, with a sense of aggression and sharpness nowhere to hide.
Private restaurant owner × fashion designer
Intention: Fate is wonderful and wonderful.