His words were very mean.

Wen Yao's movements were slightly stiff, and the smile on her lips suddenly became scattered. Then she threw him away without caring, as if she had heard nothing, "I didn't see that, it turns out that Mr. Yan likes to joke so much."

The man interrupted her guess without hesitation: "I never joke."

The distance between the two was completely widened, and the only smile in Wen Yao's eyes disappeared with his words.

"So please respect yourself."

It's just a bastard!

Wen Yao almost laughed at her anger.

He curled his lips embarrassedly, and there was no sarcasm on his face.

"Mr. Yan is really humorous. When he followed me upstairs that night, he didn't refuse to say anything self-respectful. Now he is turning his back on the verge of making a move, and his posture is disgusting."

The man did not look at her, and his expression was indifferent, and he seemed not stimulated by her words, and he seemed particularly cold and refused to leave people thousands of miles away.

Wen Yao looked at him, and almost wanted to greet him in the next moment, so she held back.

After all, she still needs his help now and can't offend anyone.

She held her breath and then she smiled a little stiffly, "Mr. Yan, tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, I wonder if I have the honor to treat you to a meal."

Yan Sui then turned his gaze back to her, swept over and moved away without interest, "I thought I had made it clear enough. I'm very busy. If Miss Wen wants to make an appointment, she can go to my assistant."

Wen Yao was stunned for a moment. She felt that this sentence was particularly familiar. After careful recollection, she remembered that he seemed to have said to Wen Yumian that day in the Beiguan.

And the original sentence is: I am usually busy. If Miss Wen is afraid of disturbing me, you can ask my assistant about my itinerary.

Miss Wen.

There were two Miss Wen present.

Wen Yao sneered in her heart.

He is worthy of being an investment banker, and he is so well versed in the metaphor of killing two birds with one stone.

Today, it was a bad start. Wen Yao had no idea of ​​entanglement with him. She raised her delicate chin slightly and left only one sentence: "Mingzhu Restaurant, report my name, I hope Mr. Yan will come on time and don't let me down."

After saying that, Wen Yao maintained his only calmness and left with a slightly rapid pace.

As soon as she left.

Song Yicen then groped and looked over, nodding in Wen Yao's direction: "What did she say to you?"

Until he couldn't see his back, Yan Sui retracted his gaze that fell on her. Yun Danfeng glanced at him gently, "It's nothing."

Song Yicen naturally didn't believe it, so he raised his eyebrows slightly and teased him a little, "In the public, I thought you were going to do it as if no one else had happened."

Yan Sui refused to comment.

"However," he paused, and then laughed: "It must be that I didn't ask for good fruits from you, and my face looked so ugly when I left."

Yan Sui didn't say anything, and there was no fluctuation in his eyebrows. He just picked up a glass of wine from the side and took a sip, without revealing any trace of the scenery.

Song Yicen looked at it and couldn't help but sigh, thinking: It was this cold and ruthless attitude that I didn't know how many women in Lingchuan hurt the hearts of many women, and they made them retreat, but there were also bold ones.

For example, the infamous Miss Wen.

It's a commendable courage.

No wonder Huaixu looked at him differently.

...

Wen Yao left the banquet with anger in her stomach. After returning, she heard Wen Yumian and Jiang Shuliu and his daughter talking in the living room. When she caught a glimpse of her, she spoke unscrupulously: "Mianmian, as soon as Huaixu came back, your Aunt Xiao said that you would ask you to have dinner. This time you have to perform well. Have you learned a classical dance before? I heard from your Aunt Xiao that she admires girls who can dance such dances."

Wen Yumian looked shy and timid, and her voice was rising as if she was saying to her: "Mom, I know. I also found out that Huai Xu also liked it. He often followed Aunt Xiao to watch dance dramas."

Wen Yao couldn't breathe a sigh of anger. Listening to the mother and daughter's singing and reunion, she stepped upstairs in her high heels, as if she wanted to penetrate the floor.

I was thinking maliciously that Wen Yumian's figure was as fat as you, and Yan Sui liked you, that was the one who saw you.

Jiang Shuliu frowned when she heard this, and reminded her dissatisfiedly: "Yaoyao, why don't you change your shoes when you go home? Don't walk too fast and be careful of falling."

Wen Yao had a cold face and didn't even look at them. She went back to the room and slammed into the door.

Jiang Shuliu and Wen Yumian looked at each other downstairs, and then smiled happily again.

Wen Xuemin came back in the evening.

Jiang Shuliu announced at the dinner table that the Yan family invited him to dinner.

Wen Yao poked the rice in the bowl one after another, and was in a lack of interest.

Until Jiang Shuliu said: "The location is booked in Mingzhu Restaurant, the environment there is also good, you can see the river view."

Wen Yao stopped quietly and her ears stood up.

Wen Yumian said in confusion, "Mom, didn't you say you were still in the Beiguan?"

Jiang Shuliu explained: "In the afternoon, your Aunt Xiao called and changed the location. Mingzhu Restaurant is closer to Huaixue Company, so it is convenient for him to come."

Hearing this, Wen Yumian's frowning brows were relieved and he bent his eyes sweetly, "So that's the case. Ah Xu is really busy. His work should be very hard."

Wen Yao pulled the corner of her mouth unconsciously.

Please, investment banks, except for top tycoons, who are not busy, is it normal for the rest to fly in the air?

She put down her chopsticks and took a sip of juice.

Jiang Shuliu turned her eyes to her, "Yaoyao, I'm sorry this time. I can't take you there, I hope you don't mind."

Wen Yao raised her beautiful fox eyes, put her hands on her knees, and nodded obediently: "It's okay, I can't get away with something."

Arrange in Mingzhu?

Maybe Yan Sui can still get out if he comes on the field.

It's really busy.

Jiang Shuliu was suspicious and thought she was too easy to talk to. She would definitely retort the sarcastic situation.

But he didn't show it and smiled and said, "That's good. Aunt Jiang is still afraid that you will be angry. After all, this is your sister's blind date, so it's awkward to have one more person."

Wen Yao smiled, her face as big as a palm is particularly exquisite and beautiful under the light.

Wen Yumian next to him turned his mind and looked at Wen Xuemin who was eating quietly. A deep meaning flashed through his eyes, and he said inadvertently: "Don't always talk about me, by the way, Dad, when will my sister's blind date be on the agenda? My sister is older than me. If I get married before her, it would be so unruly."

When talking about this, Wen Xuemin looked over with a serious look on his face, "It's right, Yaoyao, have you contacted Xiao Shen?"

The little Shen in his mouth, Shen Zhuowei.

Lingchuan is a famous illusioned young man, and an illegitimate son who cannot be used as a famous Shen family. With his exquisite face, he is domineering and arrogant, and often travels between women. He has a slight similarity with her and is equally infamous.

It's quite ironic, it's also a biological daughter.

Wen Xuemin's biasedness can go to outer space.

Wen Yao opened her mouth without changing her face: "Of course I contacted me, but Dad, you know, Young Master Shen has no time to pay attention to me, an unknown man, and he still hasn't even responded."

Wen Xuemin frowned unhappily, obviously very dissatisfied with Chen Zhuowei's behavior.

One is Yan Sui and the other is Shen Shu, and the latter is pale in comparison.

Wen Yumian held the water cup in front of her face, and curled the corners of her lips sarcastically in the blind spot of her vision that no one could see.

No matter how beautiful and eloquent Wen Yao is, she is not going to be a man, and men may not be able to look down on him.

Some people rushed to Rome desperately, while others were born in Rome. Wen Yao had no virtue and could compete with her, and she was overestimated.

"Then you take the initiative, and you also know the difficulties of the company, so don't do anything wrong."

Wen Yao lowered her eyebrows and looked pleased: "Okay dad."

After returning to the room, Wen Yao thought about what happened today, sent a message to Ye Zhi and asked: Why did you say that it was so coincidental? It was all in Mingzhu.

Ye Zhi is probably not busy, she returns very quickly and is very cold: Woman, please stop your self-indulgent thoughts.

Wen Yao:...

She was not convinced, and the duck was stubborn: What if I really conquered him with my personality charm?

Ye Zhi: Are you sure it’s not your body?

Wen Yao's speech is insane.

Then Ye Zhi continued: I remember you seem to have a figure, do you have a c?

Wen Yao:...nonsense.

Ye Zhi: That's all. Men are not all visual animals. If you go to him and sway, maybe you can really make him kneel down and sing to you to conquer.

I can't continue chatting anymore.

Wen Yao put away the quilt on her phone and pulled it, and went to bed directly masked.

Perhaps because she was feeling uneasy, she had a dream that night.

The room was silent, and the window screen was blown by the night breeze, carrying a hint of coolness.

The Chinese-style floor lamp is standing in the corner, and the warm yellow light reflects the lazy people crawling on the long table and sleeping.
To be continued...