Those who work in this field know the relationships between the major families in the city very well.
The restaurant manager knows that there are two young masters in the Yan family, but the eldest of the Yan family...
As I said before, the eldest son of the Yan family is not an ordinary person. The chance of the eldest son of the Yan family appearing in public places such as restaurants, hotels and shopping malls is zero, so they all call him Yan Shaoheng instead of Yan Ershao.
The manager tensed up his nerves. Seeing that Yan Shaoheng didn't say anything else, he turned around and left, giving instructions on what needed to be done.
You have to maintain an image in front of your subordinates. Only when you reach a deserted corner can the manager wipe away the cold sweat.[
You can't blame him for being timid. For so many years, Mr. Yan has not had a woman around him, and he has even been completely insulated from scandals.
How many rich and wealthy daughters put down their reserve and took the initiative to chase after him, but they were all chased away by the young master with a cold face.
This time he suddenly showed up with a woman, and hugged her without hesitation. Without even thinking about it, this woman must be very important to Mr. Yan!
The two of them have probably reached the stage of discussing marriage, and this is the future second young lady of the Yan family.
Want to peek? Want to take secret photos?
No problem! First ask if you can offend Mr. Yan or even the entire Yan family!
The waiter in the restaurant moved quickly and moved a screen to block the view of other guests from exploring. He also lowered the bamboo curtain on the floor-to-ceiling window to prevent anyone from taking secret photos outside the window.
In fact, even if it was photographed, it wouldn't matter because no one would dare to publish it.
The danger was temporarily lifted, and Xu Yiran finally stopped coughing, but he didn't know what to do.
Continuing to go on a blind date with Sui Yi? This is seeking death.
First stabilize Yan Shaoheng's emotions and leave Sui Yi aside?
This is also an act of seeking death, because the news of her marriage will reach her mother's ears.
In the final analysis, the most important thing is to quickly replenish President Yan’s brain!
Sui Yi doesn't seem to be a hard person to talk to. If her ex-husband doesn't show up tonight, she will be able to get through it smoothly.
One head became two big, Xu Yiran finally looked at Sui Yi, "Mr. Sui, can I talk to you alone?"
After taking a look at Yan Shaoheng's expression, Sui Yi seemed to find it interesting, a slight smile spread on his lips, "I'm very happy."
He stood up and walked out of the screen.
Xu Yiran also stood up, not forgetting to take out a few milk candies from his bag and stuff them into Yan Shaoheng, "Eat the candies, I'll be back soon."
Stretching his long legs, blocking Xu Yiran's footsteps, Yan Shaoheng asked her angrily and funny, "How did you know I would let you talk to him?" [
He is so obviously jealous. Does his wife think he is exaggerating?
President Yan Da, when you wake up in the future, you will regret it to death when you think of how jealous you were of drinking because your ex-wife went on a blind date that you didn’t even care about!
Xu Yiran simply took out a few more milk candies and said, "Be good, eat the candies, and I'll tell you when I get back."
It was a coaxing tone again, and this time it was still coaxing.
Yan Shaoheng stared at her, laughed suddenly, put his arms around the little woman who was about to run away, "Honey, why are you so cute?"
Because CEO Yan, you are confused!
After sighing, Xu Yiran pushed him away and walked quickly outside the screen.
This time Yan Shaoheng didn't stop her again. He looked at her leaving figure and shook his head with a smile, a trace of helplessness flashed in his black eyes.
Sui Yi was standing not far outside the screen. This was a Chinese restaurant with a very antique decoration. He stood there, with his dusty appearance against the flowered window and green wood behind him, like a well-set freehand painting.