Telling Lies, loving you

During the whole day, Michelle was extremely busy. She checked the material and read the drawing. After several modifications,
she sent something printed to Scott and it was dark outside.
When she opened the door of the president's office, she saw Scott standing in front of the French window and looking out of the
window.
"Sir, the document is ready. Please have a look." Then she put the paper on his desk. At the same time, Scott turned around and
said, "Thank you so much. Let me treat you for dinner."
"No, thanks. I can eat at home." It was getting late. She feared that her mother would be worried. The only thing she thought
about now was to go home.
"Let's go." Without listening to her, Scott took the suit jacket on the chair and walked out directly. His words were still very cold
and resolute. Without any hesitation, Michelle had to follow him.
It was obvious that there was no one in the company at this time. When they came to the company's parking lot, Scott opened
the car door for her again. Without any hesitation, she bent over and got in the car.
"What do you want to eat?"
"As you like." Actually, Michelle's favorite food was spicy hot pot. It was the most enjoyable thing to eat hot pot in this hot
summer. But she couldn't tell him the truth. If it were not because Scott was used to wealth, why would he take her to eat hot
pot?
Scott didn't say anything but drove seriously.
"Here we are. Let's get off." After stopping the car at the roadside, Scott switched off the engine and pulled out the key, walking
to the side of Michelle to open the door.
Michelle got out of the car slowly. She looked up at the signboard on the roadside and asked, "Country Bumpkin Spicy Hot Pot?"
"Yes, let's go." Scott closed the door and walked to her. At that moment, she felt an unprecedented pressure.
It was amazing that such a person would choose to come to such a place. How did he know that she liked spicy hot pot?
When they entered the shop, the waiter greeted them enthusiastically, "Good evening, please go inside."

Scott directly asked for a private room because he didn't like the noise outside. With the menu in her hand, Michelle ordered two
flavor hot pot directly. She was afraid that Scott would not like spicy food.
The room was air-conditioned, so it was not that hot.
There was no expression on his face. He just stared at the steaming air from the hot pot. Somehow, when she saw him like this,
she couldn't help laughing.
It was obviously his first time to eat it!
Michelle was very hungry. She didn't eat much today, and she even didn't drink much water.
"Boss, what dishes do you like to eat?" After the soup in the pot began boiling, Michelle prepared to put the dish in it, but she
suddenly froze.
She turned her head and looked at Scott's calm face, "Everything is fine. I'm not a picky eater."
"Okay, I'll take care of it," After she finished speaking, she put the dish in her hand on the table and picked up another plate of
beef. There were also some green plants such as sliced lotus root.
Michelle enjoyed the meal very much. She hadn't eaten spicy food for a long time. She still remembered when she studied
abroad, she missed Chinese spicy hot pot so much that she almost lost her mind!