I almost touched the moon

In the evening, Wen Song went to Mr. Cheng's dinner with Qiu Xuanyan. He chose a high-end Chinese restaurant that was well-known in Munich.

Wen Song, however, didn't like that restaurant very much. It mainly targeted business people and wealthy tourists. She came there when it opened. The two of them spent more than 200 euros on the meal. In the end, she concluded that it would be better to use the money to take ICE to Düsseldorf to eat at Soup King.

What's more...I came here with that person before.

But she had no reason to be picky since they were treating her, and no one cared about food at a business dinner. So she didn't say much or complain, but just followed Qiu Xuanyan and ate quietly.

During the dinner, Qiu Xuanyan and Mr. Cheng exchanged compliments and made polite remarks.

But suddenly, Mr. Cheng asked Wen Song, "How did Iseylia and Lawyer Wen know each other? Lawyer Wen and I have a lot of business cooperation. Our legal services in Europe are also entrusted to LK Law Firm where Lawyer Wen works."

Wen Song was suddenly stunned. How could he know her? He couldn't say that he had known her since he was born.

She thought for a moment, organized her words and said, "Lawyer Wen came to our school to give a speech before, and I went to listen. Lawyer Wen said that her daughter is also interested in astrophysics, so she added me on WeChat and wanted to learn from me about some matters related to the application for the astrophysics master's program at the University of Munich."

After hearing her words, Qiu Xuanyan sat up straight and tried hard to hold back her laughter.

Fortunately, Mr. Cheng did not doubt her words and nodded, saying, "I see. I remember that Lawyer Wen has a daughter who seems to be about the same age as Iseylia. So you usually work as a translator, is that a part-time job to earn money for your studies?"

"Yes, that's right." Wen Song nodded immediately and said in his heart, Mr. Cheng, please don't ask me again. If you ask again, the secret will be exposed!

Mr. Cheng nodded approvingly and said, "Yes, anyone who is valued by Lawyer Wen and Mr. Qiu must be excellent. Our company is preparing to cooperate with the Munich Observatory on automated observations. If Iseylia is interested, she can come to our company and try."

"Thank you for the praise and invitation, Mr. Cheng. If I have the opportunity during my internship, I will definitely come to your company to study." She said this politely, but she secretly rejected Mr. Cheng.

Mr. Cheng didn't mind, and started talking to Qiu Xuanyan about the follow-up cooperation.

Cheng Che didn't eat much the whole night. He glanced at Wen Song from time to time. Seeing that she didn't eat much, he realized that she didn't like the food in this restaurant just like him. He thought about how to find an opportunity to invite her to have a meal together.

When he heard about work-study program, he subconsciously took a look at her attire, only to find that she was wearing a Saint Laurent suit, a Chaumet Coronation series platinum clavicle chain, and a blancplain ladybird series white ladies watch on her left wrist. She didn't look like she needed to work-study program at all...

Noticing his gaze, Wen Song looked at him with some displeasure. Cheng Che immediately lowered his head and blushed with embarrassment.

During this time, she accompanied Qiu Xuanyan to the bathroom. Qiu Xuanyan knew that she didn't like this kind of occasion, so she said, "Why don't you go back first? I can take a taxi home later."

"It's okay, I'll accompany you." Wen Song said, "This Mr. Cheng is quite nice, he didn't urge me to drink, nor did he make any vulgar jokes."

"Mr. Cheng's father is a professor of architecture at Zhejiang University and a well-known architect in the industry. After graduating from Zhejiang University, Mr. Cheng gave up his job as an architect and resolutely went into the real estate business. He is considered one of the best real estate companies in our province. The villa your grandmother owns in Xixi is a property developed by the Cheng Group.

Moreover, he started investing in Europe in the early 2000s, initially recruiting construction and hotel projects, and now gradually shifting to the development of artificial intelligence. He is also considered a leader among Chinese investment companies in Europe. "

When Qiu Xuanyan mentioned Mr. Cheng, she also expressed some admiration, and added: "He considers himself a cultured person and old money, and he has a sense of nobleness, so he treats people with a sense of relaxation and tension. I also like working with him."

Wen Song nodded in agreement, "That's good. It's okay, I'm just eating, it doesn't matter. I just ask him not to mention Lawyer Wen again, I'm scared to death."

"If you can't, just say it directly." Qiu Xuanyan was a little puzzled. "Why is it difficult to admit that you are the daughter of lawyer Wen Yiheng? If I were you, I would write on my forehead every day that my mother is Wen Yiheng."

"In that case, they will only see lawyer Wen Yiheng's daughter, not me." Wen Song said with a smile, and then motioned for her to rest assured, "Don't worry, I can handle it."

Not long after returning to the table, Cheng Che said, "Dad, I have something urgent to do, so I may have to leave first."

"Ah?" Mr. Cheng looked unhappy. "What's the matter? The guests are still here, and you leave first. How rude."

Cheng Che said with difficulty: "I can't do anything, but our professor suddenly sent me an email and said he wanted to have a video conference with me. He said that there was a problem with the 3D model data of my graduation project and it needed to be modified."

Then he stood up and said to Mr. Qiu: "Mr. Qiu, I'm so sorry, I may have to leave you."

"It's okay, it's okay." Qiu Xuanyan said hurriedly, "Young people should focus on their studies. Go quickly."

Mr. Cheng also frowned, but still said, "I'll ask the driver to take you back."

"Uncle Jin must be tired from traveling back and forth." Cheng Che looked at Wen Song and said, "Maybe I could ask Iseylia to give me a ride?"

If it weren't for her mother's strict education over the years and her own bottom line, she would have said to Cheng Che's handsome face in front of everyone at the dinner, "Are you sick?"

But for some reason, she was not too angry. She just felt it was a bit unreasonable. She neither refused nor agreed.

Mr. Cheng looked even more unhappy. "What are you doing? It's unreasonable for you to let a girl take you home. If you don't want the driver to take you home, just take a taxi yourself."

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit awkward, Qiu Xuanyan tried to smooth things over and said, "How about Iseylia, you give Master Cheng a ride? After you're done with Master Cheng, you can just go back and don't have to pick me up."

Cheng Che also looked at her pitifully and said, "I'm counting on you, Sister Iseylia."

When Mr. Cheng saw his son's expression, he realized that his silly son was attracted by the kind-hearted person who saved him.

Although this girl looks good, she must be a good person as she helps strangers. She also has a good education and can study abroad, and her family background must be decent.

But who would be attracted to someone they have just met twice? The more Mr. Cheng looked at them, the more he felt that he really didn’t understand the young people of today.

Wen Song had no choice but to stand up and say, "Okay."

Then he said to Qiu Xuanyan and Mr. Cheng: "Mr. Qiu, Mr. Cheng, I will leave first. Thank you for your hospitality today, Mr. Cheng. I wish you a happy life."

As he said that, he put on his coat, picked up his bag, and walked out with Cheng Che. But as soon as he left the box, he returned to his usual cold expression.

"Sister Iseylia, please wait for me." Cheng Che limped after her, leaning on a crutch.

Wen Song ignored him, but still stopped and waited for him, then slowly walked back to the car with him.

Cheng Che took a look at her car, a Mercedes-Benz S63 Coupe, and didn't believe what she just said about working and studying. But why did she deliberately hide it...

"What are you standing there for? Get in the car." She said coldly, opening the car door and getting in.

"Oh..." He immediately opened the passenger door, but saw that Wen Song had already put his bag and coat on the passenger seat. He said in a somewhat embarrassed tone, "Well... my legs are like this, I can't go to the back seat..."

Wen Song put his bag and coat on the back seat and said to him, "Sit down."

His expression was indifferent, his tone was flat, and no emotion could be seen.

"Where are you going?" she asked again after getting in the car.

"Don't worry about me, just go home." Cheng Che said, "I'm sorry to trouble you."

"Didn't you ask me to take you home? Where are we going?" Her tone was already clearly a little impatient, but she kept suppressing it out of politeness. "Give me the address."

"No, no, really." He hurriedly explained, "I just felt that you didn't seem to like dinner parties, and the food in that restaurant was really not tasty, and you probably didn't eat enough. So I wanted to find a reason to help you leave. You won't think I'm...meddling, right?"

"A little bit." Wen Song told the truth, and then said to Cheng Che, "But, thank you."

After all, she really didn't like that kind of occasion. After sitting there for more than an hour, she felt like her head was about to explode.

Cheng Che found that she was not angry, and said with a chuckle: "Let's go, find a place nearby to drop me off, I'll take a taxi back, and then you can go home."

I don’t know if it’s because of the lighting inside the car, but Wen Song actually felt that he looked really gentle and good-looking, especially now, with his beautiful eyes smiling and the corners of his eyes slightly raised.

She suddenly felt her heartbeat quicken... She was a little scared of this feeling, so she calmed down and said, "Okay, I'll drop you off at the platz in front, and you can take a taxi back."

"Thank you." Cheng Che smiled and asked, "Are you hungry? Do you want to go eat something?"

"Not hungry." Wen Song said immediately.

Cheng Che knew he was just making small talk and didn't dare to say anything more. He just sat there quietly, looking at her through her reflection in the car window.

She seemed to be very focused no matter what she was doing. It was the same when they first met. She didn't look around at all while skiing, which almost caused her to trip over him. Later, on the helicopter to the hospital, she just sat there, looking straight ahead, as if she was in a daze.

Even now, apart from looking in the rearview mirror, I was concentrating on the road ahead and had no intention of talking to him at all.

They soon arrived at the square. Wen Song looked around and saw that because it was night and it was raining, there were few pedestrians on the street and no taxis.

She took the initiative to ask Cheng Che: "Do you have freenow or TaxiEU?"

"Have."

"Then you can play there now." Wen Song was a little sleepy and yawned, "It doesn't look like there are any taxis around now."

"Okay." Cheng Che immediately took out his cell phone to hail a taxi, but when he was about to get off, Wen Song stopped him.

"Wait in the car. You can get off when the car arrives." She saw that his leg was in a plaster cast and couldn't bear to let him stand in the cold wind in the rain.

Cheng Che was overjoyed, his face flushed with joy, and he said with a smile: "Okay, thank you, sister."

"Thank you, sister..." This title made Wen Song's heart tremble and he burst out laughing.

Cheng Che originally wanted to ask if he could add her on WeChat, but when he thought about how she rejected him during the day, and also because Iseylia was a person with a strong sense of boundaries, he was afraid that she would be unhappy, so he didn't dare to ask again.

Soon, the taxi arrived. Before getting off the car, Cheng Che said to Wen Song, "Sister Iseylia, thank you so much today. I seem to have been causing you trouble. If I have a chance in the future, can I treat you to a meal?"

"It's okay." Wen Song said calmly, not agreeing but not refusing either, "I also want to thank you today, be careful."

Looking at his back as he slowly walked away with a cane, Wen Song suddenly smiled, as if he was quite cute.