The appearance of the real master's fiancé makes Wu Yi, the fake fiancé who was caught as a young man, a little embarrassed.
"Ahem, my name is Wu Yi, a student of No. 1 Middle School." Wu Yi shook hands with Zhao Wansong and found that this man's palms were soft, as if he had not done any heavy work since he was a child.
"I heard Miao Xuan mentioned your name..." After shaking hands, Zhao Wansong remembered where he had heard the name "Wu Yi" and suddenly realized, "At that time, he said that there was a young man who was less than twenty years old.
Xinglin master, I still don’t believe it, but I realized after seeing him today that he was not wrong. Not only are you young, but you can beat Hu Xiaoyu, you are indeed worthy of the title of master."
"Thank you." Wu Yi felt that Zhao Wansong was very good at talking, or a little too good at talking, and seemed a bit slippery.
Wu Yi doesn't like this kind of person, just like he doesn't like the greedy old fox like Miao Xuan. In comparison, he would rather deal with a straightforward person like Hu Xiaoyu who has no brains.
"By the way, I don't know who you studied under. I should have heard of a young and talented person like you?" Zhao Wansong asked again.
The details were all investigated so openly and honestly. As expected, speaking is an art. The same words spoken in different people's mouths have very different feelings.
It's a pity that even if Zhao Wansong can tell the truth, Wu Yi will not reveal the details. He just smiled and said: "I am not from the field of traditional Chinese medicine. Of course you have never heard of my name."
"Oh..." A trace of unwillingness flashed in Zhao Wansong's eyes, "No matter what, I have to thank you very much today. You have helped the Mi family a lot, I must thank you!"
"Jin Shao and I are friends, so there's no need to say anything polite," Wu Yidao.
"How about that... Well, it's almost dinner time, let's go have a quick meal nearby..."
Wu Yi couldn't help but tell him, Zhao Wansong eagerly pulled him along, and together with Yu Jia who was a little reluctant at the side, the three of them walked out of the Fourth Hospital of Traditional Chinese Medicine.
Dinner was arranged at Chutian Pavilion, which is a luxurious restaurant that specializes in Hunan and Chu style. Zhao Wansong took the lead and walked in front. As soon as he entered, several beautiful guests came forward and bowed: "Mr. Zhao!"
Zhao Wansong nodded slightly and said, "Has Chu Tiankuo booked the private room?"
"Mr. Zhao, Chu Tiankuo hasn't booked it yet." A foreman came over in a hurry and said.
"Then let's make some arrangements. I want to entertain a friend, so let's arrange it according to the highest standards." Zhao Wansong said.
"Yes!" The foreman hurriedly left with a group of waiters.
Zhao Wansong then said to Wu Yi with a confident smile: "Brother Wu, this is the restaurant I open. I will give you a VIP card later, and you can get 50% off when you come here in the future."
Before Wu Yi could say thank you, Yu Jia curled her lips and said, "Wu Yi, if you come here to eat, you can tell me your name after you're done. It doesn't cost anything!"
Zhao Wansong laughed a few times and said, "Xiaojia, you know how to joke, but it makes me look stingy."
Yu Jia rolled her eyes and said, "Wu Yi has helped us a lot, so why treat him to a few free meals?"
Zhao Wansong was a little embarrassed and quickly changed the subject: "Brother Wu, do you have any favorite dishes? I'll let the chef prepare them first."
"No need, I'm not picky about food." Wu Yi felt that there seemed to be some conflict between the unmarried couple and made up his mind not to interfere with their housework.
Chutiankuo is the largest private room in Chutian Pavilion. It can accommodate twenty people for dining. Outside the floor-to-ceiling glass curtain wall, you can clearly see the lights of thousands of nearby houses.
The decoration of the private room showed the extraordinary taste of the restaurant. Even the tableware was made of silver. This made Wu Yi secretly smack his lips. He thought to himself that this person was the seventh in the Mi family. He didn't know how to do medicine, but he was good at business.
It must be quite big.
The dishes came out quickly, and the three of them ate the entire twelve dishes. Wu Yi was a foodie to begin with, and it took too much effort just now, so he simply buried his head and started eating.
Yu Jia kept picking up vegetables for Wu Yi and said, "Wu Yi, you are exhausted today. Eat more."
Wu Yi could only nod "hmm" and said to himself, "I'll finish my meal quickly and leave quickly. Don't let your fiancé misunderstand."
Zhao Wansong saw this and squinted his eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
After Wu Yi was half full, Zhao Wansong smiled and chatted for a few more words, exchanged phone numbers with Wu Yi, and said he had to leave for something.
As soon as Zhao Wansong left, Yu Jia sneered: "Wu Yi, stay away from Zhao Wansong!"
"Why, I think Brother Zhao is a nice person!" Wu Yi said pretending to be confused.
Yu Jia lowered his voice and said: "That's just the appearance, this kind of businessman is the best at acting!"
"Why do you say that about your fiancé!" Wu Yi was really surprised. He could see that Yu Jia's attitude towards Zhao Wansong was very cold.
Yu Jia snorted coldly: "What kind of fiancé? Don't listen to his nonsense. It was just a baby engagement between my grandfather and his grandfather back then, and it is not recognized by the law!"
Wu Yi suddenly realized it and couldn't help laughing: "Nowadays, there are still babies kissing each other. It really opened my eyes!"
"Traditional Chinese medicine, like martial arts, is controlled by a group of old men. They always expect young people to abide by the rules like them, but they don't think that those rules are outdated!" Yu Jia said angrily, "I won't admit it anyway.
In this marriage, rather than marrying him, I would rather..."
"What's better?" Wu Yi peeled off a pickled bamboo shoot and ate it with relish, and asked smoothly.
"I might as well marry you." Yu Jia raised her eyebrows.
"I..." Wu Yi almost choked to death. He finally swallowed the bamboo shoots and drank a large amount of water.
"Cough cough cough..." Wu Yi coughed violently a few times and said helplessly, "Master Ninth, can you please stop making such a joke?"
"Wu Yi, you've gone too far!" Yu Jia said angrily, "What's wrong with me? Is it because my face is not pretty or my figure isn't good enough? Is it wrong to marry you? Why am I so scared?"
"No, no!" Wu Yi waved his hands and explained, "I'm not saying you're bad, it's just that I... I'm too young..."
"Am I very old? I am only twenty-three years old this year. Do you want me to show you my household registration book and ID card?" Yu Jia became even more angry.
"That's not what I meant!" Wu Yi saw that he was getting more and more confused as he spoke, and started to sweat a little. "What I mean is that I am young and uncertain, and I am definitely not suitable to be a husband. Besides, I am only eighteen. If you want to marry me, it is not legal."
I don’t agree!”
"Tch, it's like I really want to marry you!" Yu Jia curled her lips and simply ignored Wu Yi again.
Wu Yi could only continue to eat depressedly, thinking while eating, Yu Jia's temper was indeed a bit unruly and willful, but she was also quite cute, especially with her good looks, figure and family background, she was actually a good match.
What a pity, I already have Meng Jiawan... Wu Yi thought like this and continued to eat with peace of mind.
Soon Zhao Wansong came back, his face became a little strange, but he became more and more enthusiastic towards Wu Yi.
Wu Yi had eaten and drank enough, coughed dryly and said: "Um...it's too late, I have to go home, so I won't disturb your world."
While talking, he winked at Yu Jia, who was so angry that she turned away and ignored him.
Zhao Wansong laughed and said, "I'll drive you back."
"That's so embarrassing." Wu Yi waved his hands repeatedly.
"It doesn't matter, I just have something else to do... Xiaojia, just go back by yourself." Zhao Wansong said.
Yu Jia said noncommittally: "You are busy with your business...don't worry about me."
After walking out of Chutian Pavilion, Zhao Wansong and Yu Jia waved goodbye, and then said to Wu Yi: "Let's go, get in the car."
Zhao Wansong's car is a Volkswagen Phaeton, which is known as the most low-key luxury car in history. Although his car is not the most luxurious one, it only has a 3.6-liter displacement, and the market price is more than 900,000 yuan, plus purchase tax, etc.
When all the miscellaneous things are sorted out, it will be worth a million dollars less.
Wu Yi, like many boys, likes to study knives, guns, and cars when he has nothing to do. When he saw the Phaeton, he said "tsk-tsk": "Isn't this an enhanced version of Passat?"
Zhao Wansong laughed dryly and said: "There are usually many people who admit their mistakes..."
The two got into the car, Zhao Wansong started the car, stepped on the accelerator, and the car jumped out like an arrow.
Only then did Wu Yi realize that you get what you pay for. Although the appearance of the Phaeton is not luxurious and eye-catching, whether it is the interior decoration or the power of the car, it is really top-notch style. For example, the push when stepping on the accelerator
The back feel is definitely not something that a car with hundreds of thousands of dollars can have.
"This car is really good." There were fewer vehicles in the city at night, and the Phaeton was speeding on the highway. Wu Yi admired as he looked at the scenery passing by outside the window.
Zhao Wansong said: "I don't like to be too ostentatious. I just like this kind of car with a low-key appearance and a heavy interior. Although the appearance is similar to that of a Passat, the real confidence cannot be decorated by any appearance!"
Wu Yi seemed to have something in his words. He narrowed his eyes slightly and thought to himself, maybe your brother is jealous. Your fiancée and I really have nothing to do with each other. I just saw a few photos of her!
Zhao Wansong seemed to want to continue this topic, and said calmly: "How about we find a place to chat?"
"What are you talking about?" Wu Yi really had no interest in chatting with a big man, but seeing that Zhao Wansong had already driven the car into a fork in the road, he could only roll his eyes and remain silent.
The car soon stopped at the entrance of a park. It was already late at night and no one was passing by nearby. Zhao Wansong parked the car, took out a box of cigarettes, pulled out one and handed it to Wu Yi.
Wu Yi waved his hand and said, "I don't know how to smoke."
Zhao Wansong stopped being polite and lit one, took a deep breath and said: "Wu Yi, I think you are also a very cheerful person, so I will tell you straight to the point. I hope you can do it in the future.
You can keep a distance from Yu Jia and don't get too close."
Wu Yi scratched his head and felt that Zhao Wansong was really naive... Why do you mean I should keep a distance from Yu Jia? It was obviously your fiancée who was pestering me!
Seeing that Wu Yi remained silent, Zhao Wansong said again: "I know you have some ability. Once young people have abilities, they will always be more proud and think more highly of themselves. But do you know that Yu Jia and you are from different worlds?
Man, her destiny has been planned as soon as she was born. In the future, she will take over the Mi family, and she will take a path that you can't even imagine. You are not the same person. Since we will definitely be strangers in the future,
It's better to keep your distance now. I'm doing this all for your own good, I hope you can understand."
These words completely exposed Zhao Wansong's face. It turned out that the enthusiasm just now was all fake.
It's just that Wu Yi wanted to laugh. It seemed that Zhao Wansong regarded himself as a child and could even tell such nonsense.
"Brother Zhao, is this Yu Jia's intention or your own?" Wu Yi asked.
Zhao Wansong said: "This is what I mean, and also what the Mi family means. The marriage between Yu Jia and I was decided by the two old men of the Mi family, and there must be no problems. If you must get close to Yu Jia, maybe you will
It's not very good for you to cause dissatisfaction with the Mi family. I hope you've thought about it clearly!"
"Are you threatening me?" Wu Yile said.
Zhao Wansong blew out a smoke ring and said in a serious tone: "I didn't threaten you, but it's not wrong for you to think that way..."
