The top-quality red wine steak was already cold, and the taste was not as delicious as when it was just served. However, he still ate it elegantly, with a strong aristocratic atmosphere in every move he made.
He hadn't noticed it before, but as he was eating, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a little weird.
The woman sitting opposite was too quiet.
It stands to reason that if he spoils his son so much, the woman will keep quarreling with him.
And now...?!
He raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently.
Mu Wanqing lay on the table, motionless, her big round eyes staring in a direction on the left side of the restaurant, turning from time to time. However, there was no light in her eyes, and her mind was a little dim.
Yang Mufan was puzzled: What could be so good about her that could make her fall into such a trance.
I casually followed her line of sight and glanced to the left, but found nothing.
Yang Mufan just looked away, but out of the corner of his eye he caught something shaking on the left, and he immediately turned his head to look over.
The waiter, who had his back turned to him before, suddenly turned around.
The blond foreigner: has profound facial features, delicate face, tall figure, and well-proportioned figure, comparable to a male model.
He carried the plate back and forth between the three tables, causing the women at the three tables to scream.
Yang Mufan looked away and found that Mu Wanqing's eyes were indeed following the foreigner, and immediately smiled coldly. It's been ten years, and she still hasn't changed her mind?!
Mu Wanqing, who was seventeen years old at that time, was holding a cup of coffee and drooling non-stop in front of a handsome foreign guy in the cafe where he worked all afternoon.
Yang Mufan cut off a piece and turned his head and asked in a low voice: "Mu Wanqing, do you want me to call the waiter in front of you so that you can have a good look?!"
"..." Mu Wanqing's eyes flashed when she heard Yang Mufan's voice. She didn't hear clearly. She raised her head and asked dully, "What did you just say?!"
Yang Mufan stared at her expressionlessly, then snapped his fingers.
The waiter who greeted him came forward.
Yang Mufan motioned for him to lean over.
Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan whispering in the waiter's ear, and the waiter nodded repeatedly.
She was curious about what Yang Mufan was talking about.
In less than a minute, the waiter straightened up, bowed, turned around and ran towards the foreign waiter who was dizzy with his work.
Mu Wanqing frowned in confusion until the foreign waiter put down the tray in his hand, walked quickly towards their table, and asked in fluent English: "Mr. Yang, what can I do for you?"
Yang Mufan turned his head without raising his eyes, and whispered: "You don't need to do anything, just stand next to the lady opposite me, she likes you very much."
"...Yes." The foreigner was briefly confused and doubtful, but finally walked to Mu Wanqing's side with a smile.
When I left the restaurant, it was already half past nine in the evening.
Yang Muan ate too much and complained that she felt uncomfortable.
Mu Wanqing hugged him, her little face turned red because of her anger and rage, not to mention how ugly her face was.
After realizing that his behavior was inappropriate, Yang Mufan also became anxious.
When he entered the restaurant for dinner, he asked the driver to take a taxi home first. Now, he had to pick up the car himself.
After autumn, the weather in City A was already changeable. At 9:30 in the evening, it started to rain lightly. Mixed with the autumn wind, the raindrops splashed on people's skin, and it turned out to be a biting cold.
