I Just Want to Copy Books in Peace

Du Caige panicked, but couldn't blame Xu Qingya.

After all, Xu Qingya just played a little joke with him, and it was his own mind.

Fortunately, Xu Qingya laughed for a while and stopped holding on to it.

After completing the check-in procedures and walking to the room, Xu Qingya naturally changed the subject and asked Du Caige what he was going to do in the next two days after the award ceremony tomorrow, and which attractions he would like to visit.

In Beijing City, Du Caige has basically seen everything he wants to see.

However, there are some differences between the blue star and the earth. Du Caige has done his homework and still wants to take a look at a few places.

Maybe it's time to shoot a movie in the future.

After a few conversations, they came to the door of the adjoining room, smiled at each other, and swiped their cards to enter their rooms.

After putting away the luggage, Du Caige asked Xu Qingya to go out to eat.

Xu Qingya said lazily, "Uncle, I don't want to move anymore, can you order a takeaway for me?"

Seeing that her face was a little bad, Du Caige asked with concern, "What's the matter, isn't there any discomfort?"

Xu Qingya smiled and made a gesture to cover her stomach, and then said, "No spicy food, no cold dishes, no ice drinks."

Du Caige understood. "Well, I'll ask the hotel to send you a meal."

"Uncle, if you want to go out to eat food, go alone. You don't have to accompany me. I'll go to bed earlier."

Du Caige hesitated for a moment, then nodded and said, "Okay."

Xu Qingya stopped him again: "Uncle!"

"Huh?" Du Caige looked back, puzzled.

Xu Qingya looked directly into his eyes.

The lights in the room were bright and not bright, but her eyes were brimming with brilliance.

Who has the most beautiful eyes in this world?

Du Caige felt that it should be a traditional drama actor from Dahuaguo and a Noh actor from Sakurajima.

They painted thick faces, concealed their expressions, and could only express their emotions with movements and eyes.

It either looks back, or stares,

Either the veins are affectionate, or shyly glanced, or looking forward to the brilliance, or wanting to speak, or as bright as the bright moon, or as bright as autumn water...

Just a pair of eyes, but it can express complex emotions.

Therefore, the people who can "talk with their eyes" the most in the world are none other than them.

Du Caige's attention was all attracted by this pair of beautiful eyes.

How beautiful are these eyes?

Du Caige couldn't find the right words to describe it.

He just felt that using gems and diamonds to describe these eyes is not a compliment? It's a demeanor.

Because no matter how beautiful gems and diamonds are? They are also inorganic and have no emotional color.

Is beauty beautiful? It's empty and boring after looking at it for a long time.

But these eyes are as crystal clear as gems, and at the same time contain emotions and charm.

Looking closely, it seems that there is a nebula spinning in these eyes? Sprinkling bright star dust? It is like a dream, like a poem.

Although it is said that "eyes can speak", expressing with eyes is not as clear as expressing with words.

He could vaguely feel some of Xu Qingya's emotions? But he wasn't sure.

And Xu Qingya also looked back at him? Her eyes were clear, and there were some hidden things she couldn't express in words and didn't want to express in words.

Speechless for a long time.

Then... Xu Qingya smiled: "Uncle, why are you looking at me like that."

"You called me, I thought you had something to say."

Xu Qingya smiled and said, "Because I'm not feeling well right now, I'm also emotionally vulnerable."

Du Caige didn't understand the logical relationship here.

Why does being physically uncomfortable make you emotionally vulnerable? Why do you have to stop yourself when you are emotionally vulnerable?

Of course? He hadn't been so rude to ask Xu Qingya to explain the logic here.

He smiled and said, "Okay, if it's nothing, then I'll go."

Saying to go? He stopped again, "Right? Next time if we go out together, let me book the hotel. I'm not so price sensitive? Book a better room? Money? There's no need to feel wronged when you're away from home."

Xu Qingya smiled and rolled her eyes, "That's not good, what if you really booked a double room."

This sentence sounds nothing at first.

But think deeply... I booked a double room, you can totally live in it, go and open a single room yourself!

Or... if I open a double room, you won't be able to say no, so you just take the job of booking the room, so as not to be in a dilemma?

Forget it, don't think about it.

As a man, don't make up your mind when listening to a woman.

If you have more brains, you will become a brainless licking dog.

Du Caige smiled and said: "You rest, I will arrange the rest. Bye!"

He found the customer service manager, asked to send a warm and nourishing package to Xu Qingya's room, and settled the bill.

Then go out for food.

There are still quite a lot of delicious food in Beijing City, and Du Caige is the kind of old foodie with very broad taste.

He likes sweet Jiangsu and Zhejiang dishes, and he likes eating delicious and authentic Cantonese dishes. The Sichuan and Hunan cuisine, which is so spicy that it makes people cry, is open to all who come here... It can be said that there is nothing he does not like about the eight major cuisines, and he is willing to try some niche local dishes and can accept them.

He found a time-honored Baodu shop. After eating, he felt that it was better to meet him than famous, and was a little disappointed.

After checking out, he thought to himself that he had to persuade Fan Youqiao to do the "Great Food Discovery" seriously, and make this "Blue Star Public Comments" so that it would be convenient for a glutton like him to forage for food.

If Fan Youqiao is busy with WeChat and has no energy, he will find someone he can trust to form a team to take over the stall. Don't waste such a good resource.

Look at the time, it's past ten o'clock.

Du Caige didn't want to code today, he just wanted to give himself a night off.

After thinking about it, he walked towards the bar street, ready to find a clean bar, have a drink, relax himself, or let him relax for a while.

Don't think about the plot of the novel, don't think about the movie editing, don't think about the development of the company, don't go to nervous intrigue...

Because he didn't want to have any romantic encounters at all, he was going to find a business that was not so good, and he wouldn't see many beautiful women after entering.

Drinks are expensive, the environment is almost, and the waiter's attitude is bad.

...

"President Cui! You're off work! Please walk slowly!" The subordinate in a straight suit stood sideways on the side of the road and bent down deeply.

Cui Minzhen's expression was calm, and she nodded slightly in return.

Her footsteps hurried, and the heels made a very rhythmic ding-dong sound.

When she passed by, the male subordinate dared to raise his head and look at her slender back with a look of obsession.

President Cui is young and compelling, with fair skin and beautiful appearance.

Petite and exquisite, but very tempting.

She's not that kind of cow breast, just a typical oriental breast, not big, but quite upturned.

Her waist was slender and soft, and after a huge arc was deeply sunk, it lifted up amazingly.

Such a thrilling arc has a super visual impact.

As long as his eyes fall there, even men with functional problems will feel burning in the lower abdomen and lust.

In the company, I don't know how many people have ambitions for President Cui.

But President Cui usually seems to be gentle and talkative, but he has never really let anyone succeed. I don't know what will be the final destination of such a superb woman?

The male subordinate watched the charming figure walk to the end of the corridor and disappeared, only then did he withdraw his gaze reluctantly.

Cui Minzhen took the elevator down to the underground garage, and got into his silver-grey car "Ben Xiao".

After starting the car, she didn't drive out of the garage right away, but for a while.

"Go out and play," she said to herself.

But looking at the professional dress on her body, she shook her head.

Or go home and change clothes.

Also... a change of identity.

What are you playing today?

...

Du Caige finally found a family that looked a little deserted, "IF", a very simple name.

This is a small house.

The place is not big, but it should be no problem to accommodate 40 or 50 people. If you count the boxes, there will be more.

But in fact, within sight, only a dozen people were sitting.

In fact, the decoration of this store is not bad.

It's just nothing special, and it's a little outdated.

The sound effect is excellent, and it should have cost a lot of money. At this time, the melody of Flower Dance flows like water, ding dong ding dong.

Without seeing the waiter, Du Caige came to the bar.

A middle-aged man wearing an old-fashioned black fluffy hat, a black stubble on his chin, and a handsome cheek looked at him from behind the bar, wiping his glass and asking, "What do you need, sir?"

He has a southern accent and is clearly not a native.

Du Caige was too lazy to think, "Recommend me a wine. Whiskey is the best."

"Which flavor do you like, sir, blended or single malt?"

"Single malt, Scottish. I prefer florals."

"Actually, the smell of peat is also impressive. Do you want to try it? You should try everything in life." Fluffy hat smiled.

Du Caige shook his head.

The fluffy hat shrugged, "Okay then. Which ones do you usually like to drink?"

"McAllen, Glenfiddich."

The fluffy hat took a serious look at Du Caige's clothes, smiled and showed two rows of white teeth, "Sir, you don't care too much about the price."

Du Caige smiled, "Just don't kill me too fiercely."

The fluffy hat turned around and glanced at the wine rack, took out a bottle of whisky with only two-thirds left, and placed it on the bar, "Would you like to try this. I personally like it very much, the taste is very special, Dalmore (Dalmore) ) 25 year old Porter barrel, 92 year old, I think the Dalmore is the best in this vintage.”

Du Caige had heard of this brand of wine, but never drank it.

In the movie "Ace Agent-The Secret Service", shortly after the opening, an agent, ex. Lancelot, appeared very gorgeously.

After killing the enemy, the former Lancelot took the whisky from the tray, turned around gracefully, took a sniff, and said with a smile, "The 1962 Dalmore, wasting a drop is a sin."

Very pretentious lines!

It's a pity that he was only handsome in three minutes and was immediately killed by the Blade Girl, becoming Lance and Lot.

What makes Du Caige puzzled is why the perpetrators in the movie can always smell the vintage of the wine.

"Please give me a cup to try." Before Du Caige spoke, a relatively neutral voice sounded beside him.