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Xiang Siyi's eyes widened, staring at him viciously.

Holding her arm, he took her to the elevator of a building.

Xiang Siyi's eyes wandered all over the place, wanting to ask for help, but the surrounding area was unusually quiet, and he didn't see anyone along the way.

The elevator stopped on the 23rd floor, and Xiang Siyi was dragged out.

There was a waiter standing at the elevator door, wearing a white suit with golden buttons, and the rocker was straighter than a tree. [

Seeing them, he immediately led the way courteously: "Master Feng, this way please."

In the narrow corridor, the carpet is red, and there are beautiful oil paintings on both sides.

The wall lamp exudes warm light, which is very emotional and warm.

If you say this is a family room, it has an extra commercialization; if you say this is a hotel, it has an extra sense of family warmth.

It wasn't until he walked into a room that Xiang Siyi realized that this was a small family restaurant.

The interior is comfortable and warm, with a white peach wood dining table and chairs in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows.There are many plants arranged all around, vines and flower trellises twine on the ceiling.

Sitting at the table, you can overlook most of the scenery of City A.

There were several other couples dining in the restaurant, they all seemed to know Feng Zihao, and when he came in, they smiled and nodded to him.

Sitting next to Xiang Siyi's was an elderly couple.

About 6 or 70 years old, both men and women have gray hair, but they are dressed very aristocratically.The old man was wearing a white suit, and the old woman was wearing a blue halter dress.

This kind of mood, at first glance, is a place where people from the upper class shuttle.

Xiang Siyi looked around, and after confirming his thoughts, he settled down.

As long as she is not going to Feng Zihao's house, as long as the two of them are not alone, she is not afraid...

His gaze stayed on Feng Zihao's face in front of him.He was flipping through the order, with his face slightly sideways, a pale light shining on his brows.

To be honest, he is so handsome that he doesn't look like a real person.

Especially when he calmed down, it was more like a beautiful painting.

There is an inherent nobility in his handsomeness, the kind that even if he walks on a country road with fields and thatched cottages behind him, he becomes full of nobility because of his existence, full of style.