C5 Eating with the God of Men

He really didn't understand why Gu Gangyang would do such a thing. In the past, when I asked him about his work, his family, and his overbearing interference with me, he didn't say anything. Beautiful looks can stop me from raging, but I have always had a certain fear of him in my heart.

Not long after, I returned home. Faced with his new face and posture, as well as his ability to learn and work abroad.

I have a little confidence that I want to go and find him. I've always missed him, Bai Lingyu.

However, after returning to our country, Bai Lingyu discovered that he seemed to have changed into a completely different person. It was as if I had also changed into a completely different person. I was sensitive to my emotions and was worried about my personal gains and losses …

Everything was not as I had expected. It was as if I had lost control. Bai Lingyu is no longer that gentle youth, and I am no longer that fat and ugly girl with a deep sense of inferiority in front of him. I just want to silently stand behind him, look at him, and admire him.

But I want to know him. I want to be better, more hardworking, so that I can stand by his side.

"Beep beep —" I looked at my phone. Bai Lingyu said he wants me to go downstairs right now?! I suddenly remembered all the things that had happened with him in the company today, his treachery, his coldness...

Am I a bit of a slut, to be loved by such a person?

But sometimes it seemed to him that he was too unfamiliar, like a stranger.

"Let's have dinner together tonight." He called and that was the first thing he answered.

"Director Bai, are you planning something?"

"Come down and expose my scheme."

He wore a somewhat loose black shirt, but it did not conceal his robust figure and well-built, beautiful body. In the past few years, he became more like a man, a man with a sense of strength and conquest.

When he saw me, he smiled, and that smile made me feel a ripple in my heart. How many women would be enchanted by that smile, how many women would uncontrollably fall to his chest and embrace, and I couldn't help but think back to that night.

He didn't speak again, and I knew he was playing a silent game with me again. I knew the rules of the game. I puffed my chest out, raised my head, and put on an air of power.

His eyes swept over my suddenly slightly odd behavior, then they lingered on my chest. He looked up at me again, his eyes searching. My face reddened, I must have some kind of aura, I can't admit defeat! Aren't you looking at my chest just to embarrass me? Look, have you never seen my full breasts?

"Director Bai sure is well-dressed today."

"That's only natural. Luan Yu, you've seen how I'm dressed."

"I can't win against you, so I don't want to talk to you in such a weird tone." Director Bai, do as you please. "

"Mm. Alright." He smiled faintly. Really. He did not expect his glib tongue to reach such a degree. He had truly underestimated him. There was a saying that went well, "when water clears, there is no fish; when people are lowly, they are invincible!" At this moment, I feel like I don't like him anymore!

"Get in." He was driving a beautiful Lamborghini with a low-key dark blue color, but the car was extremely ostentatious. He got in the driver's seat and said lazily.

He led me to a building. It's here. I worked here for a while.

Back then, this was a very high-class coffee shop, where Bai Lingyu enjoyed drinking coffee. I specifically came here to work, although the adoptive parents family is very rich, but they also put a lot of emphasis on educating their children to stand on their own feet. Working hard is something I'm very good at.

I always keep my hat down so he won't notice me. After all, I was so fat. However, there was also the benefit of being fat. It could be ordinary. It was very easy to be ignored and not be remembered.

He drank coffee, listened to songs, wrote reports and essays, and I watched from a distance. As it happens, he likes to look out of the window. He rarely looks into the coffee shop, so I can look at him a lot.

For the last time, I was close to him, pretending to sweep the floor, but looking up at him from time to time. He turned his head and looked at me. When I looked up again, I met his eyes. His eyes were clear and clean, warm and warm like the April sun. In the innermost part of his body, there was a sea of stars, which seemed to have a hidden but strong sadness, a mysterious power that made it hard to pull out his eyes.

I shuddered and fled the café. Leaving him behind, he stared in a daze, not knowing why I had to flee. I was afraid that he would remember me. In school, I had always been very careful to avoid meeting him face to face, but I still secretly followed behind him, silently watching him.

As for the café, I still go there occasionally, but I never see him again.

Now, this was no longer a café, but a huge dark gray shell with the word "xile" written in the middle of the right half. Joy?

This building was completely illuminated by the nearby lights. The material was still mute, but it was dark inside the city's brightly lit buildings. It was exactly this kind of low and deep building that gave people a peculiar attraction.

The interior was actually the quiet and peaceful decorating style of Northern Europe. The style inside was simple yet elegant and low-key, but hidden luxurious in the details. Light music played in it.

It had been converted into a restaurant. This restaurant, too trenches. Suddenly, he felt like he had never seen the real world before. Perhaps, he was just pleasantly surprised by the beautiful atmosphere of this restaurant.

I looked out of the window in the southwest corner out of habit and found that it was decorated with the same kind of tables and chairs as the ones I had in the past, except that they had been replaced with a pure white one. But there was already a mother and daughter sitting there.

Could it be that the owner was Bai Lingyu?

"Do you like this restaurant?"

"Whether you like it or not has nothing to do with you."

"I'm just asking politely, it really doesn't matter."

"Tell me, why did you invite me out for dinner? What kind of plot is this? Tell me."

"As the new Treasurer, you have to be familiar with your emotions. Order your food, what do you like? " He kept looking into my eyes, and I don't know why he kept looking into mine. I wanted to avoid his dizzying stare, but first I wanted to meet him head-on. I looked at him more closely, then pretended to look at him with a natural, unperturbed calm of the air. He shook his head slightly, as if suddenly recalling something. It was a slight movement, but I saw it anyway. I don't know why he is like this. Even if he knew me back then, he wouldn't have recognized me now right? Even though my eyes didn't change during that operation, they remained intact.