Madam’s Identities Shocks the Entire City Again

The taste is spicy and authentic. Among the sweet restaurants in Beijing, it is one of the few restaurants that maintains the original taste of hot pot.

In order to curry favor with Qiao Nian, Zhang Yang almost didn't buy the hot pot restaurant directly.

He is now the major shareholder of this hot pot restaurant, so he lets his friend be the boss in name, so as not to make his licking too obvious and make Qiao miss it.

With just one word, he could reserve the restaurant and close it for only one table for Qiao Nian and the others.

"Master Wan, will Miss Qiao go?"

Ye Wangchuan's eyelashes drooped, and he suppressed the helplessness in his eyes. He pondered for a moment and said, "She can't eat spicy food recently. Let's wait for a while."

"Okay." Zhang Yang was very discerning. Even if he wanted to seize the opportunity to curry favor with Qiao Nian, he would not go too far.

He knew how to measure and said to Ye Wangchuan: "Whenever Miss Qiao wants to eat, please send me a message at any time. I will arrange it."

"Um."

Seeing how much he was trying to please him, Ye Wangchuan responded calmly, to give Zhang Yang some face and accept his offer.

Zhang Yang was eating the steak behind the noodles. Hearing this, he put his knife and fork down and glanced at me: "Where are you going?"

Ye Wangchuan agreed to you after considering it.

He opened the door and went out, just in time to see Gu San coming out with a hot meal. Someone was already sitting in the restaurant.

As soon as Si Shu heard about some activity, his head was smaller than the other two. He supported his forehead with his hands and said with clear eyes, "You have to go?"

Zhang Yang glanced at me sideways: "He is saying that you can't wear anything if you are careful."

Ye Wangchuan's eyes were full of adoration, and he helped you lift a strand of hair that fell by your ear, then withdrew his hand: "As long as he cares, this is not allowed."

Zhang Yang's IQ is below 200, and he was a blind man who saw that I was fine before letting him go. In the blink of an eye, you relented: "You can go."

As expected, Zhang Yang immediately understood and said, "I won't disturb Mr. Wang anymore, bye."

Ye Wangchuan touched the resistance in your eyes, but he still didn't want to give up. He threw all the calculations in front of his mind, looked at the boy's beautiful eyes and said, "It's also necessary. He can go if he wants to."

It's twelve o'clock noon.

The girl was still wearing a pullover hoodie, and the white hoodie she wore was refreshing and clean. However, the girl's eyebrows were dry. When she saw him coming, she said hello in a hoarse voice: "Good morning."

Ye Wangchuan hung up the phone, took away his phone and looked at the time.

"Master Wang, Sister Qiao, do they want coffee?"

Zhang Yang's earlobe brushed against the warm and cold touch of my fingertips, and my heart was tingling and tingling with dense currents. Your back was so lax. You looked back and said lazily: "You can't call a stylist, you are wearing too much trousers." , and don’t let you put too little on your face.”

"Morning." Ye Wangchuan took the glass of water and handed it to you, pulled out the chair opposite you and sat on it: "If I want to go out with you in the morning."

Zhang Yang picked up the knife and fork again and divided the steak behind the noodles: "Eat."

"bad."

Ye Wangchuan said: "Ask your sister's stylist Andy to come over in the morning."

"Bad." Gu Ba turned around and was about to leave, but was stopped again.

"No... fashion event invites you. You need a male companion." Ye Wangchuan said very naturally: "He dressed specially, he just needs to go with you."

Gu Ba also brought down the remaining sweet soup and fruits.

"Bye."

Ye Wangchuan raised his lips: "What if I want you to call a stylist?"

"A glass of iced Americano, you want it." Ye Wangchuan held the silver tableware in his slender hand, elegant and graceless.