C5 Phagocytosis

She bent down and spoke softly to the man. "I'm sorry, sir, but can you seat this young lady at the same table as you?"

Ouch! Her attitude towards her was completely different. Her voice was so soft that it could drip water.

"Whatever." The man didn't even raise his head as he spoke in a light tone.

After they sat down, Ji Qing ordered a fan steamed scallop, a white chicken, and a plate of garlic with kale. Her stomach felt extremely empty. She picked up her tea cup and gulped down a mouthful of water, unconsciously glancing at the man in front of her.

He leaned slightly to the side. Ji Qing could only see that part of his face, which was clearly outlined, was partially hidden by the shadows.

A light breeze blew in through the half-open window, bringing with it a faint aroma of cologne. This scent was especially impressive to Ji Qing. She had clearly smelled it at the hotel that night. Ji Qing's heart was beating wildly.

In front of him was only a bottle of 92 Lafite wine and an empty glass. Apparently, he had already eaten.

A bottle of pre-dinner wine was worth several thousand yuan, no wonder the little State of the Union had looked at him differently.

Perhaps sensing Ji Qing's measuring gaze, he looked up at Ji Qing's valiant face. He wore a very formal black shirt, the top two buttons were unbuttoned, and his skin was a light brown. Ji Qing suddenly remembered the tight and beautiful touch of Ji Qing's hand on his body.

Ji Qing's face was slightly flushed. Raising her head, Ji Qing calmly looked back at him. There were no emotions in his eyes at all. He didn't seem to remember Ji Qing at all — she was an unfamiliar woman who had slept with him all night.

In just a few seconds, he quickly retracted his gaze and continued staring at the tablet in his hands.

The food that Ji Qing asked for was soon served. Smelling the fragrance that assaulted the nostrils, Ji Qing buried her head and wolfed down her food. She felt that it wasn't enough and ordered another cup of hot soup.

While they were drinking the soup, Ji Qing stared at him unrestrainedly. It had only been a night, and she couldn't believe that he was so forgetful that he didn't even remember her. If he took the initiative to approach her, she might have been unable to make it in time to avoid his attacks. But now, Ji Qing felt disgusted.

Especially — Ji Qing thought of the stack of money he had left behind.

He treated her like air and turned off his laptop. He waved for the waiter to pay the bill and from start to finish, he did not even glance at Ji Qing.

Ji Qing opened her shoulder bag. The stack of money she had taken from the hotel that morning was lying inside. She took it out and shone it in the light, then stood up and walked around the table to place the stack of money in front of him. He looked up at Ji Qing, his eyes cold and expressionless.

Heh heh, another paralysis. Today, she met two people.

"Oh, I'm sorry I forgot." Ji Qing smiled as she took out a change purse from her shoulder bag. She took out a dollar bill and placed it on top of the stack of money, then leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I was very satisfied with your performance last night. Here is your payment for your hard work."

After saying so, she threw her bag over her shoulder and left the restaurant without looking back.

Ji Qing continued to stroll on the street, her heart at a loss. Looking at the lights of the tall buildings in the distance, Ji Qing suddenly understood why they were getting married. The two of them together wouldn't be so lonely if they lived together, but if they were lucky, they could live together for a lifetime.

And she was one of the unlucky ones.