C2 Give the Lady a Free Ticket

I looked back and saw a man come out of the box.

The man wore a white Versace shirt, without a single crease or crease. He wore Italian custom-made leather shoes, and his face had a strong line in it. He looked like a sculpted art piece by a master.

"A total of 24,000 yuan." The waiter respectfully lowered his head, his voice trembling.

"Please give this lady a free ticket." The man's expression was cold, and his tone was even more indifferent.

I looked at the waiter as he turned to leave, then back to the man.

It had to be said that not only did the man have a pleasant face, but even his voice seemed to have a seductive quality to it.

"Thank you, I still don't know how to address you." Facing him, I was a little absent-minded.

I'm already this old, and I'm not an adolescent Star Chaser. To think that I would actually bow down to a man's beauty. Truly useless!

"Don't know me?"

The look in the man's eyes at this moment, I don't know what it meant, so he asked me a question. This made my already awkward situation even more awkward.

I don't have any other outstanding points, but I have a good memory talent. If I had seen this outstanding man before, I would definitely remember him.

"Sir, have we met before?" I was a little flustered, afraid that the man had just mistook me and disqualified me from paying the bill immediately.

"Erm, mister, I'm not a person who eats an overlord's meal. The situation today is really a bit special, how about …" Give me your card number, and I'll pay for it too. As long as it's something that can be transferred, then that's fine.

Where would I find 24,000 yuan? Chen Xiangdong's internship salary wasn't even enough for 2 months, that's enough for him. Not only is he not paying for his meal, he even fawned and left, what kind of man is that!

He deserved to be single!

The more I thought about it, the more angry I became.

"I'm a shareholder in this restaurant." The man spoke calmly, without the slightest fluctuation in his tone.

So? He wouldn't want me to stay as a volunteer, would he?

The man leisurely sat down on the chair. His every move and gesture was filled with elegance. "Miss Ye, let's not talk about last month. This is the third time you've met me in this restaurant."

Wrong, the fourth time, actually, I had a blind date eight times. I had a fifth blind date, and the one who had a blind date with me was an Internet Red Broker. In the photo, there was a talented person, and the other person had arrived at the cafeteria before me.

There's no other reason, it's just too much of a lie. I estimate the other party to be 1.6 meters, with a face full of acne, just like a crater on the surface of the moon. I really don't have any thoughts towards him.

"Mister, don't worry. I won't be dating again in a short period of time. I'll definitely return your money as soon as possible." I feel guilty.

"Yes." The man snorted, his voice lazy and enchanting.

I still don't know what a man's name is. He actually knows my surname is Ye, which makes me have to take this seriously.

"Mister …"

He interrupted me and suddenly stood up. "Miss Ye, to be honest, your conditions are average and you don't have to be too harsh on your matchmaking partner."

Wha, what do you mean?

I looked in surprise at the man, who came up to me. He was about 1.9 meters tall, and I was wearing high heels, but only about as tall as his shoulders, or even shorter.

The man looked down, took my cell phone in one hand, typed in a string of numbers, dialed a number, and then the man's cell phone rang.

"Sir?" The man handed me his cell phone, too close to the man. The faint scent of cologne wafted off the man's body and onto the tip of my nose, and I fell into a trance as I hurriedly took the phone from him. "Don't worry, sir, I'll definitely return the money to you!"

I trotted all the way to the bus stop.

Just now, it was too embarrassing. In front of a man I've just met for the first time, my heart is racing!

But then again, this man was much better than any other weirdo on a blind date. He was simply beating up those weirdos.

"..."

I borrowed some money from my best friend, borrowed a few thousand dollars from my colleague, shamelessly asked my college roommate to borrow some of them. Finally, the next afternoon, I dialed the number of the man's cell phone.

"Hello, hello!" Since the others didn't say anything, I started to get nervous. With my useless appearance, there was really no saving me.

"Miss Ye, do you have time in the afternoon?" The man's voice sounded softer and more pleasant than it really was.

"I've been busy these past two days. I have a new case, sir. Could you please send me your bank account number? I'll give you the money."

"Tomorrow afternoon, you will find some time to come to yesterday's restaurant. There is a document there, come and take a look." The man hung up.