"College student?" Liang Qiu was obviously a little surprised, but she restrained herself and did not reveal too much emotion to arouse Chu Zhiyan's embarrassment.
Chu Zhiyan pulled her hand away, and said slowly: "There are many domestic college students in Paris, the ones who haven't graduated. They are all very brave and work harder than anyone else. I have the opportunity to introduce you to each other."
During the conversation, there was a commotion at the gate of "Little Hangzhou".
Liang Qiu said sorry, and stood up to check.
Before she could take two steps, she was violently pushed aside by a man who lowered his head and charged. Liang Qiu staggered to a table and knocked over the set dishes.
The man who lowered his head and charged was not too tall and thin, his clothes were ragged, and his face was also covered with stains.
However, his eyes were very powerful, and after making contact with Chu Zhiyan's eyes, he still looked straight ahead.
Suddenly he lifted the tablecloth, slipped under the table, and hid beside Chu Zhiyan's legs.
His powerful eyes caught Chu Zhiyan's panicked gaze, and he put a finger on his lips to silence him.
A group of policemen ran over on the road, seemingly looking for someone. Chu Zhiyan subconsciously sat inside, she tiptoed slightly, and used her bent legs to block the hiding man.
"Hey! Do you want to come to lunch?" Liang Qiu also quickly recovered. She asked the messy dining table to be cleaned up, and at the same time walked forward to deal with the police who came in to check.
"Qiu, we are working. Have you seen a dirty and smelly Chinese man? He is being chased by us like a street mouse!"
Laughter echoed among the police officers, but Liang Qiu still maintained a charming smile. She said: "No. I just saw four handsome French men refusing my lunch."
The police officers seemed to be immune to Liang Qiu's charm, they were not indulging in Liang Qiu's obsequiousness, but asked the table if they had seen a yellow-skinned mouse.
But Liang Qiu is obviously the real soul in this restaurant, and her diners are of the same heart as her.
They all chose to forget the man who broke into the restaurant and pushed Liang Qiu just now, shook their heads with the police, and enjoyed their lunch calmly.
The police officers felt bored, and when they were about to leave, a tall, fat, red-skinned police officer lifted the tablecloth off the table that the waiters were cleaning up.
When he looked under the table, Chu Zhiyan felt that her heartbeat was about to stop. With her eyes downcast, she ate the West Lake Beef Soup in small bites, swallowing oppressively.
Fortunately, they didn't continue to lift the tablecloth, but squeezed out the door one by one, rubbing Liang Qiu's chest.
When the police officers were gone, Liang Qiu raised his voice and said, "Today, each table will add a piece of Dongpo pork, I'll treat you!"
Cheers erupted immediately, and Chu Zhiyan felt her legs being gently pushed with fingers. She hurriedly took two steps back with the stool.
That person got out from under the table just now, he looked at Chu Zhiyan and said thank you.
"Hong Weijie! Everyone else is very low-key! Only you are so high-key without status! You dare to mess with the police as soon as you come here!" Liang Qiu walked over with an unhappy face, and she said: "Think about how much you have suffered. You just came to Paris, don't make trouble anymore!"
That Hong Weijie obviously dismissed it, his eyes were particularly unruly, staring at Chu Zhiyan as if he wanted to ask something.
Seeing his appearance, Liang Qiu slapped him, and turned Hong Weijie away to the back kitchen without any explanation. (Remember the site URL: www.hlnovel.com