Qing Wu felt this way from the first time Ling Yansen brought her here. It was obviously a place to eat, but it was extravagant and casual. It was decorated in an ancient style, but it had a name that was full of foreign flavor.
However, Ling Yansen is very fond of this place. Weird people like weird places, so everything makes sense. Whenever discussing cooperation or having a political dinner, Ling Yansen must choose Monet. There was a time when Luancheng was a well-known business community.
Many people are vying to book seats here just to invite him to attend. Therefore, this nondescript high-end place has become famous far and wide because of him.
Qingwu got out of the car, handed the key to the waiter, and walked into the Monet Hall with colleagues from the public relations department.
Walking around the green bamboo branches, under the dim mood created by the rice paper lanterns, a pair of back figures come into view. The man is tall and tall, with smooth shoulder lines, and a sharp and thin back. The woman is tall and slender, with a water snake waist that touches the man's suit.
The colleagues around her began to lower their heads and whisper, exchanging glances. Qingwu only opened her eyes and slowed down her pace slightly, but Xiao Wu, the assistant to the president, came over mysteriously, "Representative Duan, is Sun Tongtong your assistant?" She said and looked.
A glance ahead.
Qingwu smiled lightly, anticipating what she would ask next, so she reminded her kindly, "Xiao Wu, I don't know the specific details. But as employees, we just have to do our jobs well. Mr. Ling's personal matters are private matters after all."
Xiao Wu is also a smart person and immediately understood, "Sister Duan, I'm curious. You don't know that everyone in the company is paying attention to this matter now! The president is the god in our hearts. He is unpredictable and his work is really amazing.
It’s incredible.”
"The bosses of Xinyuan have probably arrived, let's leave quickly." Qingwu changed the subject at the right time.
The reserved private room was on the second floor, occupying almost half of the floor. It was a large place and decorated in a luxurious and old-fashioned style. When Qingwu walked in, there were seven or eight people sitting sparsely around the large round sandalwood table.
Ling Yansen was in the main and guest seats, next to Sun Tongtong.
Qingwu stopped, glanced around, and secretly thought about where to sit. She usually followed Ling Yansen when negotiating the contract, but now the seat was occupied by Sun Tongtong, so she should choose an inconspicuous place where she could eat in peace and watch.
A good show.
If she thought about it habitually, she would know that with Ling Yansen's temperament, he would never forget a thing wherever he went.