Chapter 347

What did he say? Phone? What phone? Whose phone?

Phone!

He Lele hugged her cloth bag tightly to her chest, watching Producer Shentu Mo vigilantly and nervously. "... How are you here?"

Producer Shentu Mo looked at her coldly for a while, lifted his pants slightly, and squatted down halfway, looking directly at the little woman in front of him from a distance of half a meter.

Her personality was weak and humble, occasionally erupting with stupid courage, and there was nothing special about her from head to toe, but if you compared her to other women—

Blurred impressions of women flashed through his mind one by one, but none of them could stop and compare with the woman in front of him.

"..."

"What, what do you want to do?" Seeing Producer Shentu Mo staring at her without speaking, He Lele became even more nervous.

What does he want to do?

Her stomach spasmed suddenly. Producer Shentu Mo raised his wrist to check the time, and his black eyes behind the lenses stared at He Lele again. "Accompany me to eat first."

"I, I don't—"

Cold eyes like swords, sealing the throat in one move. Although He Lele had already done countless psychological preparations, she had to try to delay Producer Shentu Mo from eating... She didn't doubt at all that Producer Shentu Mo would make her life worse than death afterward!

Passively pulled up from the ground by Producer Shentu Mo, stiffly hugged by his waist, the side-glances of men and women along the way didn't cause her body to react at all, because her body seemed to have... become completely paralyzed.

Watching the food on Producer Shentu Mo's plate getting less and less, He Lele was crying without tears. She never expected that she would meet Producer Shentu Mo just by going out. This probability—God is simply playing with her!

Calm, calm! Cheer up!

He Lele kept cheering herself up, but when she saw Producer Shentu Mo put down his knife and fork and pick up his napkin to wipe his mouth, she just wanted to run away.

Glancing at the steak in front of her that hadn't been touched at all, Producer Shentu Mo picked up his red wine glass and took a sip unhurriedly while staring at her little face.

"If there's nothing else... I'll leave first." He Lele gathered her courage and said.

Producer Shentu Mo put down his wine glass, took out his phone, dialed a number, and turned on the speakerphone:

"The number you have dialed is busy, please try again later."

He Lele was stunned for a few seconds before realizing—he, he wouldn't be dialing her number, right?

"... Take it out."

He Lele shuddered instantly. "I, I didn't bring my phone."

"Take my number out of the blacklist." The casual tone was as if he were just saying the steak today was okay, making He Lele stunned.

After a long while, He Lele reached into her cloth bag and took out her phone suspiciously, opening the blacklist while peeking at Producer Shentu Mo, and deleting the only number in it.

Throughout the process, Producer Shentu Mo just watched coldly, his overly handsome face revealing the cold arrogance of a superior.

He Lele swallowed. "I deleted it, then... can I leave now?"

"..." Producer Shentu Mo picked up his wine glass again.

He Lele tentatively lifted her buttocks off the sofa chair. Seeing that Producer Shentu Mo didn't react, she hurriedly stood up and rushed out in one go.

"Goodbye!"

When the crisp farewell dissipated in the air, the timid and charming person had already disappeared from view.

Producer Shentu Mo raised his chin and drank the enchanting color in the glass. On his long, slender neck, the smooth, protruding Adam's apple slid up and down sexily, and the mellow wine flowed down his throat into his abdomen.

He... was interested in this woman.

Recalling He Lele's little appearance just now, it was like a pitiful little thief who was caught and then timidly returned the stolen goods and ran away.

The corners of his lips curled slightly, and behind the reflective lenses, a few traces of joy flowed in his deep, dark black eyes.

Escaping from the restaurant, He Lele's heart was beating wildly. After confirming several times that Producer Shentu Mo hadn't followed, she touched her heart and let out a long sigh of relief, but—

Just like that?

No outburst, no threats, no violence, not even taking off his glasses, he just let her go like that? Just lightly asked her to take his phone number out of the blacklist?

Producer Shentu Mo doesn't have a twin brother, does he?

It was like being chased to the edge of a cliff by a terrifying killer, and the killer took out a gun, fired a blank shot at her head, and left!

The huge contrast made He Lele think about it and feel terrified, but she didn't have the courage to bite the bullet and go back to ask Producer Shentu Mo what kind of trick he was playing. After hesitating for a long time, the final decision could only be—next time I go out, I must bring the anti-wolf spray and stun gun I bought last time!

Because she didn't know where Producer Shentu Mo would pop out from again, He Lele ran two streets to find a small noodle shop to eat a bowl of noodles, and spent two hours before returning to the front of the X-Tian mall.

The onlookers had already changed who knows how many batches, but Diao Xingyuan was still playing and singing tirelessly. Sometimes he would only play and not sing, but as long as he opened his mouth, his singing was definitely very attentive. Every love song was so affectionate and sad, making people want to guess the story behind him.