Xiao Huizi and He Xiaoer

On Friday, Xu Zhihui dressed up a little.

She looked in the mirror and put on some delicate and beautiful makeup on her beautiful oval face. She slightly outlined her already thin, thick, natural and beautiful eyebrows, showing off her beauty in a subtle way.

On such a naturally beautiful face, light makeup seems a bit unnecessary.

After putting on some makeup, she felt quite satisfied. Looking at herself in the mirror, she couldn't help but feel proud: Oh, Xu Zhihui, you are such a beauty.

It was a quarter after five in the afternoon. She thought it was the right time to leave. According to her estimation, she could reach the agreed place in advance, so she drove the family car leisurely to the destination.

Soon after leaving the house, she was a little dumbfounded. The road conditions were not very good along the way, and there were some traffic jams. In addition, Xu Zhihui didn't drive much on weekdays, and her driving skills were really not very good. The traffic was moving slowly, and the frequent stops made her a little impatient.

At this time, a man cut in and almost scratched her car. The man accused her first, which made her very angry. She wondered if the man had road rage. The way he looked at her made her uncomfortable, so she left quickly.

In the end, the journey that was supposed to take 20 minutes took her twice as long, and when she added the time she had to find a parking space, it was already six o'clock.

Her image of being never late collapsed today.

Xu Zhihui was anxious. She lifted her beautiful white lace pleated skirt with one hand and grabbed her small silver chain bag with the other. She didn't care about her messy hair and trotted over in her slender high heels.

Xu Zhihui followed the shop signs on the street and found the number 28 mentioned by Mrs. He. This elegant restaurant looked very good, but it was not called Little Skylark. The sign read "Ji Zha".

She searched the area for several minutes, but there was no skylark.

"Qiqi, help me. Where is the Little Skylark Restaurant on Noisy Street? I only saw number 28 called Jizha."

She called Tang Qiqi.

"My silly girl, the little skylark is chirping, and chirping means the little skylark. Didn't you see there is a little bird on the sign?" Tang Qiqi said helplessly on the other end of the phone.

"Thanks, love you." Xu Zhihui hung up the phone.

Blame me?

Why can't you just call her Little Skylark? Why call her Jizha? Xu Zhihui returned to the restaurant she had been to before, and looking at the Jizha sign, she wanted to pick up her high heels and fly over.

She straightened her messy hair, took a deep breath, and walked into Little Skylark with graceful steps. Although she looked a little embarrassed, she had to maintain her manners, especially in front of her blind date.

"Good evening, and welcome."

As soon as we entered the door, a waiter greeted us, politely asked about our reservation, and then led the way.

In private room No. 8.

Soft white light, warm-colored lights.

There was a long table, and on one side of the table sat a man quietly. He was wearing blue casual clothes, standing very straight, with his hands folded across his chest, and his shoulders seemed very broad.

Xu Zhihui secretly looked at him. This man had a good figure and was estimated to be at least 1 meters tall. From her angle, she could only see the side of the man. He was very handsome and looked good even from the side.

She walked slowly towards the man.

The closer I got to him, the clearer the man's handsome facial features became. However, he exuded an arrogant and cold temperament, with a power that kept people away from him, as if the words "Strange People Keep Away" were written on his clothes.

Xu Zhihui's breathing became a little faster, and her heartbeat seemed to slow down. She could faintly hear her own heartbeat. Damn it, she was actually nervous. This was the first time in her life that she had ever felt this way.

What was even more annoying was that this man clearly knew she had come in, but he just sat there without moving, not even glancing at her. This indifferent attitude was very annoying, and Xu Zhihui's nervousness and the guilt caused by being late suddenly disappeared.

Man, you're going too far!

Thinking of this, she no longer cared about her image and manners. She strode to the table and slammed her bag onto the table. Then, with a bang, she pulled the chair out and sat down, pulling the chair back to the table with her butt.

She was angry.

Then, she adjusted her hair and calmly adjusted her facial expression, not wanting to show her embarrassment. She also folded her hands in front of her chest, pursed her lips, said nothing, and stared at the man.

The two pairs of eyes met in the air across the one-meter-wide table, and the two invisible lines trembled. After testing each other, they separated and each tacitly looked for the focus of their eyes on the other.

The man opposite had a tight face outlined by sharp lines and a nose of just the right height. His thick and neat eyebrows were natural and looked like they were painted. His big, bright eyes, with deep pupils, could charm an ignorant girl. And his damn, annoying mouth, which was still tightly shut and covered by thin lips, was also silent.

These facial features were perfect, and the first word that flashed through Xu Zhihui's mind was "monster".

Man, although you are extremely handsome, you are also arrogant, sullen, and of poor quality. I am not a superficial person, and I will not be obsessed with your handsome face.

No matter how pretty your face is, if it has no substance, it is just a vase. No matter how nice your mouth is, if it is closed and does not speak, it is just a tool for eating.

This is how Xu Zhihui evaluated him.

When their eyes met, Xu Zhihui saw the man's eyes suddenly open, his pupils dilated, and a look of surprise flashed across his eyes. Moreover, there was a ray of light that was clearly lit up, but it was forcibly suppressed.

The man's face twitched unconsciously as his heart trembled, and he avoided Xu Zhihui's gaze unnaturally. Then, an unwilling, childish stubbornness surged up, he gritted his teeth, and stared back.

How come this woman is so beautiful?

He swallowed unnaturally. This woman had an extremely perfect oval face, a top-notch face shape. His attention was immediately drawn to the woman's jaw. The perfect arc and soft lines were simply an example of facial aesthetics.

A woman's exquisite facial features are God's perfect masterpiece, as well as eyebrows that make people unable to take their eyes off and a pair of eyes like shining stars.

He had only one word to describe such a woman, and that was impeccable.

The man is proud and a little sensitive, and he can see that the woman has some small problems.

The woman's hair had been combed, but it was still a little messy, with the ends of her black, silky hair scattered around her ears. Under the light, her face was flushed with blood and blood, and there was a crystal pearl on her forehead, a drop of sweat that had not been wiped away in time.

All signs indicate that she ran here, no wonder she was late.

She pursed her small, rosy lips, with a fierce look in her eyes. Plus, she just pulled the chair and sat down with a bang. No need to guess, this woman is angry.

Damn it, woman.

You were ten minutes late, how can you still be angry and act so mean? I just didn't stand up to greet you, why are you looking at me like I want to eat you? Is it that serious?

Can't I have a little temper?

What a joke, how could I be afraid of you?

Across the table, the two of them faced each other silently, staring at each other. Under the calm surface, four eyes turned into sharp lightning and continued to output, "sizzling" in the air, fiercely interweaving and colliding, and no one was willing to back down. The original fighting spirit turned into a contest of stubbornness and willpower.

The atmosphere in the private room was extremely tense, and it was so quiet that one could hear a pin drop.

This kind of staring at each other was not pleasant at all. The man's face twitched a few more times, and his face was almost flushed. He, the domineering CEO who dominated the business world, was almost defeated by this woman's stare.

Damn it, isn't it said that women are made of water? This woman is not weak at all, why does she have such strong willpower.

Five minutes passed.

Xu Zhihui's neck was sore. She was at the end of her strength. She had been struggling to hold on, but it would not be long before she gave in.

This is her limit.

Ho ho.

childish.

At this moment, she found it extremely funny. What was going on? Master He, why should I, Xu Zhihui, be angry with you here? Was I stupid because my head was pinched, or was I just bored? No, I haven't had dinner yet.

This was the most ridiculous thing she had ever done.

Goodbye, Master He. I won't play with you anymore. I bow to you. Go away. I will never see a man like you again.

The corners of her mouth turned up fiercely, without any lingering on the handsome face of the man, she quickly withdrew her gaze and reached out to take the bag on the table. She was really ready to escape, picked up the bag and left without saying a word.

There is no sound when coming, and there is no sound when going.

When Xu Zhihui was having her inner drama, the subtle expressions on her face were completely captured by the man. The man had already guessed that this woman wanted to leave.

She just reached for her bag when the man suddenly asked, "Are you leaving?"

Xu Zhihui ignored him, didn't respond, didn't say anything, stood up and turned around.

At this moment, the man was possessed by the spirit of a movie star. His acting skills burst out instantly and he switched his facial expressions smoothly.

He grinned, stood up, and extended his hand politely: "Hello, Miss Xu, I'm He Zhijing, your blind date."

Xu Zhihui was actually in a trance, she stopped and gritted her teeth.

There was a tug-of-war going on inside her, and she was the one standing in the middle being pulled.

On one side, Xu Zhihui, who was loyal to her heart, held one hand and said, "Sister, we won't spoil him. We won't be angry with him. We will just leave him alone."

On the other side was Mrs. He, who was sincere and kind, and spoke in a gentle tone, "Zhihui, this brat has gone too far. I'll beat him up for you when we get back. He's not a bad person, give him a chance."

As a bystander, He Zhijing still smiled and waited for her to make a decision.

After a lot of inner struggles, Xu Zhihui's expression softened. Well, she would rather not look at the monk's face than look at the Buddha's face. She would finish the remaining blind date procedures. It would be worth the trip. At least she had dinner.

She let out a breath, turned her head back, turned her body back, and put her bag back on the table.

Seeing that He Zhijing's hand was stretched out in the air, she reluctantly stretched out one hand and symbolically shook the man's fingers. She showed her unused grace and smiled mechanically, "Hello, Mr. He. I am Xu Zhihui, your blind date."