"With your appearance, your status as the eldest daughter of the Xiao family, and your family background, sooner or later, there will come a day when he will regret it."
Xiao Minghe said seriously: "His wife is more beautiful than me, more capable than me, and richer than the Xiao family."
"I'm afraid none of the ten Xiao family members can match the share of the family fortune that her wife "inherited". I am not qualified to compare with them."
Yang Le's eyes widened, and he fell into an unextricable shock.
A family that cannot be compared to the ten Xiao families? Is there such a person in China?
But soon, she seemed to have thought of something, her pupils shrank unconsciously, and she exclaimed: "Kunlun?"
Xiao Minghe smiled and said nothing, and did not respond.
Yang Le buried his head in his meal knowingly and carefully.
After a long while, the woman from the Xiao family who was willing to be the ugly duckling by Suning's side said, "The first meal he treated me to after coming to Kyoto was at this private restaurant and in this private room."
"The seat you are sitting on is the seat I sat on that night."
"And I was sitting where he was sitting that night."
Yang Le stood up in a panic, neither standing nor sitting.
Xiao Minghe turned a blind eye and turned his attention to the crab roe tofu and three delicacies buns on the table: "The only dishes he remembers that I like to eat are these two."
"Hey, it's so strange. I can't get enough."
Yang Le moved to the seat next to him sensibly and was about to say a few words of comfort.
But at this moment, she strangely saw a young man wearing a black casual suit sitting on the sofa used for guests to rest and drink tea in front of the floor-to-ceiling window in the box.
"ah......"
With a scream, she subconsciously rushed over to protect Xiao Minghe and asked the man loudly: "Who are you? Why did you come to our box?"
"If you don't hurry out, I'll call the security guard."
The man touched his nose awkwardly and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I scared you."
"I......"
He moved forward and said with a bright smile: "I'm looking for Minghe."
Yang Le turned around suspiciously, wanting to ask Mr. Xiao if he knew the man in front of him.
However, the moment she turned back, she saw Xiao Minghe tightly covering her red lips with tears streaming down her face.
The man is laughing and the woman is crying.
He smiled heartlessly, but felt deep guilt and self-blame.
She cried like pear blossoms and raindrops, but she showed the depth of lovesickness that was invisible to outsiders in the past.
"Suning..."
She pushed the seat away, staggered forward and said, "Is it really you?"
The man stood up and said, "It's me."
Xiao Minghe sobbed silently and slowed down her steps.
Then, she walked up to the man and hugged him fiercely.
The native dog of Taoshan Village, who wanted to cut off China's cause and effect, said awkwardly: "Sir, squad leader, there is no need to be so enthusiastic."
"Ahem, my Xixi is very strict, you, you, you..."
"I'm not going to lie to you, I can't breathe."
Behind him, Yang Le, who was stunned, came out of his trance and tiptoed away.
Open the door, close the door, and stand guard with your back against the wall.
Suning, that man's name is Suning, he is widely rumored to be the world's number one soft rice king.
"how could be?"
Yang Le couldn't figure it out and couldn't understand Xiao Minghe's choice.
