The national school idol is a girl

c large outside.

Jiang Zuo found a restaurant.

There was no booking of the venue or anything like before.

But also absolutely quiet.

Most people really can't afford such a place.

It just gets more like this.

As the people gradually fade away, the place becomes increasingly deserted.

The restaurant is an all-glass house.

Jiang Zuo's position was just to the side, and he could see the lanterns arranged outside.

These were all arranged by Jiang Zuo, including the pumpkin carriage wrapped with lights in the yard, plush dolls and large swathes of roses.

Although the two have been together, they have never had a holiday like this that a couple should have.

So Jiang Zuo didn't prepare these things in a day or two.

Even the waiters in the restaurant had never seen such attentiveness and thought it was a proposal.

It’s really unusual for someone to put in so much effort and patience just to celebrate White Day.

Looking out from this angle, it's really beautiful.

There were several tables of couples who came to eat, thinking that the restaurant was specially decorated for Valentine's Day.

Almost everyone took photos.

But when I took the photo, I felt that the lighting sometimes looked like the word "Yao"?

Probably an illusion.

After all, there is a carriage.

There is soft music playing in the restaurant.

The waiter has been here several times.

"Sir, give me some lemonade."

Because he is a big customer, he will not rush to place an order.

In addition, the chef has already prepared all the ingredients for the dishes that this gentleman wants to eat, and will cook them when he says they can cook them.

Time passed little by little.

Jiang Zuo listened to the artificial tone of "no one is answering yet".

He glanced sideways at the retro clock hanging in the center of the restaurant.

It's already nine o'clock.

And their appointment was at seven o'clock.

The waiter came over again; "Sir, would you like to prepare some bread for you first?"

"Okay." Jiang Zuo's eyes fell.

Sitting there alone, he didn't know why the more beautiful the environment, the more lonely he seemed.

The second wave of guests who left were still wondering.

How come there is a handsome guy sitting in the best seat, but there is no one across from him.

At half past nine.

The waiter came over again with a somewhat embarrassed expression: "Sir, our chefs get off work at ten o'clock. Why don't we help you bring the dishes you ordered first?"

Jiang Zuo looked at the phone page without a trace of ripples.

The waiter was also waiting there: "Should you contact your friend again?"

"Let's serve the food first." Jiang Zuo's voice sounded emotionless.

"Okay, sir."

It was nearly ten o'clock, and the last table of customers there had left.

There are a lot of things on Jiang Zuo's table, and the ingredients are all fresh and precious.

But he didn't move. He originally wanted to make another call, but when he reached the circle of friends, his fingers stopped.

Someone from the junior team at the project sent a photo: "The second party of the dormitory party, so happy. These two are really hard-working mandarin ducks. They are still testing. I guess there will be something after the testing."

Jiang Zuo looked at the photo, and for some reason, even his fingers felt cold.

Not to mention the warmth that spreads between the chests.

He didn't wait any longer.

After placing the napkin on the table, he stood up and walked out.

The waiter looked at the things on the table and thought that rich people really waste money.

the other side.

After Xue Yaoyao finished what she was doing, she realized that it was already ten o'clock.

She paused for a moment, as if remembering something, and scratched her hair with her fingers, feeling a little bad.