Warm marriage and pet: Mrs. Ji, good morning

Chapter 25

The car stopped in front of a restaurant, and when Jian Yan looked up, the four characters of "Rose Restaurant" were shining brightly, which almost caught her eyes.

"The food here is not bad, and the atmosphere is also very good, but you didn't seem to eat much last time." The man's voice rang in my ears.

Jian Yan got out of the car, did this man do it on purpose?

He clearly knew that this was a special event for couples to eat, but he even brought her here.

It's fine if he didn't know the first time, but this time he can pretend to be innocent?
Seeing Jian Yan staring at him with displeasure, the man smiled slightly and walked over.

"Don't be angry, I asked last time, even couples can go in for dinner."

Look at how innocent and pure the smile on his face is, as if he really didn't have any evil thoughts.

"I've said it all, if the two of us eat in such a restaurant, it will cause misunderstanding."

"Then let them misunderstand." The man said indifferently.

Jian Yan was so angry that there was nothing he could do about him, he gritted his teeth, turned around and left.

Can't you provoke her or hide?
"Jianyan." He called her name suddenly, obviously he had never called her name before, but he found it very pleasing to the tongue, very pleasing to the ear.

Jian Yan paused in her footsteps, but only after a pause, she raised her feet and walked forward again.

"Okay, I promise you, after this meal, we'll be settled."

Jian Yan paused and thought for a while, after all, she owed him a favor, and she just left like that, which seemed petty of her.

Turning her head, she walked back again: "Change to another restaurant."

The man smiled: "OK."

In a luxurious and high-end restaurant, Jian Yan sat opposite a man.

On the dining table in front of him, there were several dishes of good-looking dishes, but they were all Western dishes.

The man ate deliciously with a knife and fork, but Jian Yan asked the waiter for a pair of chopsticks, and only picked up the cold dish on one of the plates.

Although she doesn't hate Western food, she doesn't like it very much, nor is she very used to it.

Eating Western food with a knife and fork is the etiquette of noble families.

Although she had been married to Mu Chengfeng for three years, and she had learned western food etiquette, but he never took her out to any entertainment or party, so she basically never had western food.

In the past two years, as the distance between Mu Chengfeng and Mu Chengfeng got farther and farther, she gradually gave up changing herself for him, and always only ate Chinese food.

She has done too much for him, but he is like a rock, smelly and hard, no matter what she does, he can't melt his rock-solid heart.

The man looked up and saw her slightly frowning brows, looking down and eating vegetables, a little distracted, he knew that she had something on her mind, and most of it was about Mu Chengfeng.

"You don't seem to like western food very much?"

Jian Yan raised her head and replied dully: "Oh, yes."

The man put down the knife and fork, raised the red wine on the table, shook it, brought it to his mouth and took a sip, elegantly and charmingly making the women at the next table look sideways, their hearts bursting out.

"The information you compiled is very clear and clear at a glance, and I use it very easily." He praised.

"Oh, thank you." Jian Yan lowered her head, munching on the cold dish silently.

She just wanted to finish the meal quickly, and then break up with the man in front of her.

"I sent your things to your company that day, and your boss said you have been fired?"

Jian Yan put down his chopsticks, lost his appetite, and looked up at the man, "There is an old saying in China, that is, you don't talk when you eat, you don't talk when you sleep. Respect the traditional culture of the mother country."

She spoke in a serious manner, like a teacher, teaching a student carefully, teaching him how to eat and how to study.

(End of this chapter)