Either "Happy Valentine's Day, Sister Wan", or a simple and straightforward "520 red envelope".
In the evening, the cell phone rang, and Lu Changchuan said that he was downstairs.
Ye Wan grabbed her down jacket and went downstairs.
Pushing open the door of the apartment building, I immediately saw Lu Changchuan standing in front of the passenger door.
The natural calmness before going downstairs turned into nervousness. Ye Wan was afraid that when he opened the passenger door, there would be a large bouquet of red roses on the seat.
Fortunately, no.
Ye Wan breathed a sigh of relief.
The car drove out of Yuehu Bay and saw that it was heading towards the suburbs. Looking back at the sky, Ye Wan asked hesitantly: "Where are we going?"
"My friend runs a hot spring resort. Today is the festival and we invited a senior chef to be the chef. It is said that the senior chef's father used to be the royal chef."
???
Sure enough, Ye Wan's eyes suddenly lit up when she heard the word "royal chef".
Lu Changchuan laughed inwardly.
He knew that the charm of Valentine's Day was far less than the charm of the Royal Chef.
More than half an hour later, the Maybach stopped in front of a magnificent manor.
Lu Changchuan's face seemed to be the best business card. The person who opened the door nodded slightly and opened the door to let the two of them in.
As they walked forward, Lu Changchuan looked back at the butler who had never spoken a word and said, "I'll leave after a meal. There's no need to tell your Mr. Gu that I'm here."
The butler nodded.
Nine winding corridors, pavilions and pavilions are all full of elegance.
Looking into the distance, you can still see the overlapping shadows of the mountain peaks in the distant night.
The top of the mountain is covered with a layer of unmelted snow.
Stopping, the whole world seemed to have pressed the mute button, and it was so quiet that I could only hear my own breathing.
Not to mention all the noise in the city center.
Ye Wan didn't even dare to raise his voice, and gently tugged on Lu Changchuan's sleeve, "Is there such a good place in the imperial capital? How did you find it?"
Reaching out to take the down jacket she took off, and handing it to the housekeeper along with his, Lu Changchuan smiled and said, "As long as you are determined, you can always find it."
Ye Wan took a breath.
There wasn't even a menu. After drinking a cup of tea to warm his empty stomach, Lu Changchuan said it was time to serve.
The door to the private room opened and the waiters filed in.
The one-meter-long nanmu table was filled with things in an instant.
Each plate is only the size of a palm, barely enough for one or two bites.
What’s great is the variety.
Ye Wan felt like she was like a mouse that fell into a granary.
Lu Changchuan understood her very well.
When Ye Wan was eighty percent full, her speed gradually slowed down.
Thinking that the waiter had already come in and changed the dishes several times, Ye Wan looked back at Lu Changchuan, a little embarrassed, "Will this make you lose face?"
Lu Changchuan raised his eyebrows.
Ye Wan cleared her throat, and when she spoke, she turned into the voice of a playboy, "Master Lu, who was the person you brought for dinner last time? He was too damn good to eat, right? The master is busy.
I didn’t even have time to take a breath. I heard that she is still a...woman?"
The smile oozed out from his eyes, and Lu Changchuan couldn't help but raise his hand to scratch Ye Wan's nose, "Wanwan, it's not the first day I've met you!"
"When we first met, when you threw me down on the overpass, I knew you were very good at eating."
I'd like to ask how you know, I clearly didn't eat anything at that time.
When the words came to her lips, Ye Wan paused.
She stayed in the food court for so long that day, and she had no idea how many kinds of smells were tainted on her body.
Anyone with a sensitive nose should be able to smell it.
All right.
Anyway, the impression of being edible has long since faded, and it’s too late to change it.
Ye Wan let out a long sigh and planned to break the jar.
The next moment, the corner of his lips was wiped by Lu Changchuan's thumb.
She knew that he was wiping the dessert stains from her lips, but seeing the man's natural appearance, Ye Wan's heart skipped a beat.