Chapter 009 Master of Code

When Su Chengqing saw his daughter's look, he immediately figured out what she was thinking. He immediately smiled and said, "Yi Ning said that you have only recovered your memory now. I'm afraid that you will be too stuck to you and feel pressure in your heart. Yi Ning is also thinking of you, Xiao Ai, you should have more contact and find the previous feeling of intimacy.

Oh? Why, according to my father's words, my previous speculation is not valid? Well, let's take a look first. Thinking about Su Qianai, he nodded again.

"Our Xiao Ai has always been the most reasonable." Su Chengqing rubbed his daughter's hair happily, "Then I'll ask Yining to pick you up tomorrow evening. All right, you can take a break first. I'll have someone call you to eat later.

Su Chengqing got up with a smile, but as soon as he got to the door, he paused, thought about it, and said, "You haven't fully recovered yet. You should rest more and go out with Xiaohan less. If you have nothing to do, let Xinyao accompany you more."

"Don't go out with your brother? Why?" Su Qianai was puzzled that her brother cared about him so much.

"Your brother often plays with people in the business. You are a girl, which is not suitable for this kind of occasion. Now you are Yi Ning's fiancee, and it's not good to show it to others." Su Chengqing smiled and said, "Girls should play with girls' companions. Xinyao is good."

After saying that, Su Chengqing walked out of Su Qianai's room and left Su Qianai alone in the room to think about it.

Now she is Cheng Yining's fiancee, so she is not allowed to go out to play?

What about before the car accident? Do you play outside with your brother every day?

Wasn't you Cheng Yining's fiancee before?

It's really strange.

Well, my memory is out of order now. It's reasonable that I can't understand many things. I don't think about it so much. Let's understand it slowly in the future.

Looking at the writing software already installed on the computer, Su Qianai clicked on a new book, created a new chapter, and entered "001" in the chapter name. The plot has been circulating in her mind, just waiting for her to write on the computer.

It's really strange. Why did I always feel difficult and confused when I wanted to write a novel story before, but now I always think about it?

My hands were tapping quickly on the keyboard, and I didn't feel stuck at all. As long as I thought of a shot, the lines describing the lens were clear in my mind. When I hit my hands, it came out on the screen.

After writing for less than half an hour, Su Qianai stopped and casually looked at the "4028 words" displayed in the bottom line. He was shocked!

Oh, my God, I wrote more than 4,000 words in less than half an hour? What speed is this? Is this really what I wrote?

Su Qianai stared at the screen in a daze.

At this speed, it is a million-word novel, which is also very fast to write!

Is this the speed of becoming a god?

Su Qianai stared at the screen again and again, and turned it up and down with the mouse. It was about 5,000 words visually.

She suddenly stood up, raised two scissor hands excitedly, and circled happily: "Yeah, yeah!"

A touch of sunset came in and slowly approached the bedside, as if it was attracted by the girl's laughter.

After turning a few laps, Su Qianai lay down happily, spread her hands, and her feet kept tapping on the bed, then turned left and right, and finally hugged a pillow and laughed.

God really treats himself well. He not only gives such a good family and such a handsome fiance, but also gives himself such a strong ability to realize his greatest wish in his life!

Maybe my parents who love me are blessing me underground! Thinking that Su Qianai's expression was a little gloomy again, she also put away the laughter.

She said silently in her heart: Mom and Dad, your daughter knows that you have always loved your daughter, and that you used to be strict with your daughter in the hope that your daughter will be happy in the future. Mom and Dad, my daughter will live happily every day. Sorry, my daughter may think less about you in the future, because every time I think of your daughter, I will be very sad and afraid that I can't control my emotions.

Su Qianai lay in a daze in ** and forced herself to pay attention to her in front of her.

She suddenly thought of Cheng Yining, so she sat in front of the computer again, turned the writing tool small, clicked on Baidu, entered the words "Etiquette of eating Western food" and entered the car, and a series of information related to eating Western food came out.

Su Qianai clicked on one at will and studied it carefully.

I guess I will often encounter such scenes in the future. Now it's appropriate to talk about it on paper. If it's still like during the day, it's really embarrassing.

"To go to high-end restaurants, men should wear neat tops and leather shoes; women should wear suits and heeled shoes. No matter how expensive casual clothes are, you can't wear them to the restaurant at will.

Su Qianai looked at this passage and read it back and forth twice.

She clearly remembers that Cheng Yining was wearing casual clothes today! If it makes sense to say that he doesn't know what to eat and doesn't know the basic etiquette of eating western food, what about him? His movements are so skillful that he must be a regular guest. He must know these basic etiquette, not to mention that he invites himself. This should be the minimum respect for people, right?

Is it because he is too familiar with him, so he is casual, or is he used to it?

Well, this reason makes sense. It's just a lover's date. Don't be so rigid, otherwise it's too tiring?

Thinking of Su Qianai, he continued to look at it, ignoring Cheng Yining's casualness.

"When eating, sit upright, with a straight back and an elongated neck. The upper arm and back should be leaned against the back of the chair, and the distance between the abdomen and the table should be about a fist. It is best to avoid sitting with crossed feet.

The appearance of Cheng Yining's legs reflected in Su Qian'ai's mind again. She muttered a little that she couldn't cross her feet. That leg should not be even worse, right? However, I always like to cross my feet in class, which is acceptable.

It's so troublesome to eat western food! Cheng Yining probably hates this trouble just like herself! That's good. Anyway, I don't know any rules. It's better not to play cards according to the rules.

Su Qianai smiled and continued to look: "The right way to eat steak: hold a fork in the left hand and a knife in the right hand, cut the steak into small pieces, subject to eating one piece in one bite. Fork up the meat and put it in your mouth, and close your lips when you chew it.

Su Qianai has a pen in her left hand and a pen in her right hand. She compared it on the table according to the tips above. She suddenly felt that something was wrong. She clearly remembered that Cheng Yining was not left-handed, but she held a fork in her right hand and a knife in her left hand!

How to explain this?

Does he habitually eat with chopsticks with his left hand?

This habit is really special!

Just as she was thinking nonsense, a cheerful mobile phone ring rang. Su Qianai quickly took out her mobile phone. When she saw Jiang Xinyao's name on it, she looked happy again. As soon as she answered the phone, Jiang Xinyao's voice came over.

"Xiao Ai, how's your date with Cheng Yining today?"

It seems that everyone is very concerned about this issue. Su Qianai thought of today's nonsense date and casually replied, "It's okay."

"Is it okay? You didn't have any unpleasant things, did you?" Jiang Xinyao's tone was a little tentative.

"Unhappy? Why is the date unpleasant? Su Qianai was stunned and thought of her brother's words again. It was strange. Why do they always feel that there should be conflicts between them and Cheng Yining? Is there really a secret?

"Well, it's good that it's not noisy. I care about you." Jiang Xinyao quickly explained with a smile, "I'm afraid that you will feel strange when you date him after losing your memory. It's okay."

"Sinyao, why are you so noisy over there?" Su Qianai heard the children's quarrel on Jiang Xinyao's phone, and asked strangely with a crying sound.

"Xiao Ai, I have something to do at home these days. I can't go there with you. You should have a good rest. Call me if you need anything." When Jiang Xinyao spoke, the noise on the phone became louder. She seemed to be a little helpless and hurriedly hung up after saying this sentence.

Yesterday, Xinyao said that there was something wrong with her family, and she didn't know what was going on. When she had a time to go to her house, she could just recognize her good friend's house. Su Qianai nodded and saw that it was past seven o'clock. It should be time for dinner. She couldn't let her family wait for a long time, so she got up and walked downstairs.

"Xiao Ai, have you come down? Are you hungry? The meal will be ready soon!" Ying Ruomin, who was placing bowls and chopsticks in the dining room, heard the movement upstairs. Knowing that it was Su Qianai who came down, she quickly greeted her.

"Mom, have you finished playing mahjong?" Su Qianai shouted with a smile.

Ying Ruomin was stunned and immediately laughed: "Xiao Ai, do you want to play mahjong? Mom will call someone to play with you in the evening.

"No, no, no, I'm just asking, did you win?" Su Qianai waved his hand repeatedly.

I remember that when she was very young, the teacher's father was occasionally called by her colleagues to play cards. Whether she won or lost, she would bring her a bag or two of snack to eat. At that time, her happiest thing was to wait at home for her playing cards to come home, no matter how late it was. Although her father usually buys snacks for her, she always feels that the taste of food brought back by playing cards is different. It's just that her father is always busy with work, and there are few days playing cards, so her father's playing cards has become her most anticipated thing.

"Oh, don't mention it. The three of them ate one of them today, and they always thought that I was slow to play cards. They kept clamoring for you to play, saying that it was fun to play with you! Xiao Ai, when will you be interested in helping your mother get this tone back? Ying Ruomin's tone actually had a little expectation, waiting for Su Qianai to agree.

Su Qianai scratched her head: "I can't play mahjong!"

Ying Ruomin was stunned. Just as she was about to speak, when she saw Su Chengqing coming out of the study, she turned into a worried face: "It seems that amnesia is a very painful thing. I even forgot your favorite mahjong! My poor little Ai."