The top red wine steak is already cold and the taste is not as delicious as it was just served. However, he still eats very elegantly, and his every move exudes a strong aristocratic atmosphere.
I didn't pay attention to it before, but as I ate, he suddenly felt that the atmosphere at the scene was a bit weird.
The woman sitting opposite her was too quiet.
Logically speaking: if he spoiled his son so much, the woman would quarrel with him all the time.
The result is now...?!
He raised his eyes and glanced at her indifferently.
Mu Wanqing lay on the table, motionless, staring at the left side of the restaurant with her big round eyes, turning from time to time. However, her eyes were not light and she was a little dim.
Yang Mufan was puzzled: What was so good at that that could make her so trance.
I casually followed her gaze and glanced to the left, but I didn't find anything.
Yang Mufan just withdrew his gaze, but after the light at the end of his eyes, he saw something shaking on the left, and he immediately turned his head and looked over.
The waiter who had turned his back to him suddenly turned around.
Blonde and blue-eyed foreigner: deep facial features, delicate face, tall figure, even proportions, comparable to male models.
He held the plate and went back and forth between the three dining tables, causing the women at three tables to scream.
Yang Mufan withdrew his gaze and found that Mu Wanqing's eyes were indeed following the foreigner, and he immediately smiled coldly. It has been ten years since then, are you still dead?!
Mu Wanqing, who was seventeen years old at the time, held a cup of coffee in the cafe where he worked, and was drooling for the afternoon of a handsome foreign man.
Yang Mufan cut a piece and turned his head, and asked in a low voice: "Mu Wanqing, do you need me to call the waiter in front of you to make it feel good to watch?!"
"..." Hearing Yang Mu Fan's voice, Mu Wanqing's eyes flashed. She didn't hear it clearly, raised her head and asked dumbly, "What did you just say?!"
Yang Mufan stared at her expressionlessly, then snapped his fingers.
The waiter who received him stepped forward.
Yang Mufan signaled him to lean over.
Mu Wanqing saw Yang Mufan whispering in the waiter's ear, while the waiter nodded repeatedly.
She was curious and Yang Mufan was talking about what she was talking about.
In less than a minute, the waiter straightened up, bowed, and turned around and ran towards the foreign waiter who was dizzy.
Mu Wanqing frowned in confusion until the foreign waiter put down the tray in his hand, walked towards their table quickly, and asked in fluent English: "Mr. Yang, what can I do for you?"
Yang Mu Fan's eyes turned his head without raising his head. He whispered: "Nothing needs to be done, just stand directly next to the lady opposite me. She likes you very much."
"...Yes." The foreigner had a brief confusion and doubt, and finally walked to Mu Wanqing with a smile.
When I left the restaurant, it was already 9:30 pm.
Yang Mengan ate too much and complained that he felt uncomfortable.
Mu Wanqing hugged him, because she was angry and angry, her little face turned red, and her face looked so ugly.
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. At this moment, he had to pick up the car by himself.
After autumn, the weather in City A was already unpredictable. At 9:30 pm, light rain started dripping. Mixed with the autumn wind, raindrops splashed on people's skin, and it turned out to be biting cold.