After the divorce, the group pet mommy has a baby with three treasures

Chapter 101 Si Chen, That Little Boy Must Be Your Son
Seeing that Zhao Yuemei was going on endlessly, and started to make trouble again, Zhan Sichen's tone became a lot colder, and his tone became a little impatient, "Tell me, which blind date did you arrange?"

When Zhao Yuemei on the phone heard what he said, she snorted coldly.

"What kind of blind date? Who told you to go on a blind date? I have arranged so many things before, and you are not happy with any of them, and you have offended others, making me a bad person inside and out. I will not do that thankless job in the future. work."

Zhan Sichen didn't know whether he believed it or not, but there was no change in his eyes, but he finally agreed.

Zhang Shuai glanced at him and tentatively said, "Then President, shall I arrange a car now?"

"En." Zhan Sichen said in a low voice, "Make a reservation for the Rongfu official banquet on Lishui Street, and then send the private room number to the old lady."

Zhao Yuemei, who had been waiting in the studio, was immediately satisfied after receiving Zhang Shuai's news.

She didn't even care about waiting for Yang Jing here for such a long time. She had been pestering Yang Jing to invite her to dinner. She planned to arrange a meeting between the two of them to see how they would react.

Thinking of Xiaochen's face that resembled Zhan Sichen, she couldn't believe that the child had nothing to do with their Zhan family.

After Yang Jing took off her make-up and changed her private clothes, it was already an hour later. The two of them drove to the Rongfu official banquet. When they parked the car, she found a black Maybach not far away.

Although the car is very low-key, there is a string of 8 on the license plate of that car.

She squinted her eyes slightly, and felt that she had seen such a high-profile license plate before, but she couldn't remember it for a while.

Seeing that she hadn't moved, Zhao Yuemei followed her line of sight with a thoughtful look, but she didn't pay much attention to the car at home, and didn't find anything unusual at all.

"What's the matter?" Her eyes fell on Yang Jing's side face. As expected of a famous star all over the world, every part of her face was as exquisite as if it was painted, it was astonishingly beautiful.

If it was before, Zhao Yuemei definitely didn't like her appearance, even though she was so popular, she would definitely be picky about her.

But because of the addition of Xiao Chen who is suspected to be her eldest grandson, all this is not important in Zhao Yuemei's eyes.

Yang Jing shook her head and frowned slightly, "It's okay, I may have misread it."

Seeing that she didn't say anything, Zhao Yuemei said with a smile, "I heard that my ancestor was an imperial cook and served the emperor. I don't know if you've been here before. You'll have to take care of it later." Try it."

Yang Jing only felt that Zhao Yuemei's attitude towards her was a bit too attentive, but thinking that she had nothing to gain and she was not afraid of being calculated, she didn't care so much.

There was a bit of indifference in her eyebrows, and she smiled with her lips curled up. Under the sun, her whole body seemed to be shining beautifully, "Really? Then I really came today at the right time."

The entire restaurant is decorated in an antique style, bypassing the screen wall engraved with the four characters of Rongfu Official Banquet, and entering the interior, a heavy sense of history blows over your face.

As if traveling directly from modern times to ancient times, Yang Jing became a little interested in this restaurant, and followed Zhao Yuemei to the door of the private room with a smile.

Zhao Yuemei smiled, "Here we are."

Yang Jing looked at the door, and suddenly her eyelids twitched. She didn't know why, but she always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't say anything.

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and couldn't help being a little wary.

The door of the private room was pushed open, and as soon as Yang Jing stepped in, she saw the man sitting inside.

The man was wearing a navy blue suit, and today, for some reason, there was an extra pair of flat mirrors with gold rims. He looked a little more refined and scum than usual.

He was holding a tablet in his fair and slender hands, and he didn't know what he was busy with. The moment he saw her, his expressionless face suddenly became cold.

(End of this chapter)