Hidden Marriage to the End: My Husband Is a Dramatist

Chapter 153 Is there a lot of admirers?

When Yan Xijue came down from the upstairs, the two had stopped talking, and they both looked at the person over there with a little care.

Yan Xijue was about to turn around and walk directly to the restaurant, but after realizing their eyes, he turned his head suspiciously, and asked in a rather weak voice, "What's wrong?"

Ji Cheng quickly smiled and shook his head, "It's okay!"

Mrs. Zhou has already walked towards the dining room with a smile on her face, "Wait a minute, sir, I'll bring you breakfast!"

Yan Xijue gave a "hmm" and followed slowly into the restaurant.

When he was eating breakfast, Mrs. Zhou was used to waiting by the side for a while to see what he needed. Today, she was a little more careful, and she really felt that the husband was different today, and she said that she was not very up-to-date.

In the afternoon, Royal Hotel.

It was relatively easy today, but the manager said that there were two new tables for lunch, and they asked for her dishes by name.

Su Anqian likes to drink tea in the small private room of the hotel when she has nothing to do. When she received a call from her father, she just went to the bathroom and stood on the window sill two steps away from the bathroom door.

The dad on the other end of the phone only said a few words, and was snatched away by Qiuqiu babbling. He seemed eager to talk to her on the phone, but he couldn't speak clearly when he was less than two years old, but she could understand him .

"Is Qiuqiu obedient?" She smiled the whole time, very naturally, her delicate face was slightly lowered, and her fingertips unconsciously touched the window sill.

Her words have always echoed the children over there, but they sounded incoherent here, "... Miss mom?... Mom won't be able to go back for a while... Be good, Qiuqiu..."

There was a customer passing by on a corner, Su Anqian turned his head and glanced at it, not paying much attention.

And the person on the phone changed again, she was a little surprised, and the movement of her hands stopped, "Why are you at home?"

Ye Ling smiled gently, holding Qiuqiu in one hand, and said in a gentle voice, "Well, I'm free today, and I just missed Qiuqiu, so I came here to accompany him for a day... If only you were here!"

The last sentence was full of affection, so she pursed her lips and just smiled, not knowing how to answer.

The child in Ye Ling's hand was carried away by Su Peifeng, who asked them to chat for a while.

He also stood by the window, with a gentle voice, "You are alone there, don't be careless, I will send text messages or call to supervise your meals whenever I have time."

In Ye Ling's eyes, she just cooks for others, and most of the time she doesn't pay much attention to what she eats, and she might just forget to eat.

Su An smiled slightly, "I'm not a child, so I won't delay you, you are usually so busy!"

Maybe she didn't realize that when she said this, Qingya's voice was soft and comfortable, it sounded like a baby.

Therefore, the men's leather shoes that had been approaching at a leisurely pace just now stopped steadily three or four steps away from her, yet they could hear her speak.

The pure black men's leather shoes looked a bit cold at the moment, but those legs were very eye-catching, especially when he had one leg bent and the other leg on the ground, and he lit a cigarette with slightly lowered eyebrows.

"...Okay, I know, then I'll hang up first?...Well, you should also pay attention to your health, don't work too late...bye!" After she finished speaking, she breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she would not be able to give the same response when she heard Ye Ling's overly affectionate words.

Holding the phone and closing his eyes for a while, he frowned because of the smell of smoke, turned his head slightly, and paused.

Turning around slowly, she didn't feel flustered or unnatural, she just bent the corner of her mouth politely, nodded, and then walked away quickly.

At that time, of course she knew that Yan Xijue was among the people who ordered her own cooking.

Not repulsive, but really uncomfortable.

Yan Xijue smoked leisurely, turned his head to watch her quickly turn the corner, and then disappeared, and only after a while did he exhale the smoke ring, thinking about her considerate words for others.

The corner of his mouth twitched, and he casually stubbed out the cigarette butt and put it in the designated trash can, then turned around the way he walked back and forth, it seemed that he himself had forgotten what he was doing here.

Su Anqian finished the dishes, and the waiter brought them over. The last soup, but the waiter looked at her, "The guest asked you to serve it yourself, as if he wanted to ask questions about the dishes."

She raised her eyebrows slightly, "Go and do your work."

Taking a deep breath, he took off the apron on his body, still wearing the chef's uniform, and went over with the soup.

Only after I went there did I realize that what the guests were curious about didn't seem to be about the dishes.

"I heard that Miss An just came back not long ago? Don't you know many friends?" Mr. Pan, who just came here yesterday, looked at her with a smile.

She smiled, and while arranging the dishes, she took a step back and said lightly, "It's okay."

Everyone could tell that this beauty was not a lively host, and obviously she would not be a good person to strike up a conversation with.

But there is no way, people are beautiful and have a temper, men are more interested in it.

"If there's nothing else, I'll go first..." Su Anqian had a gentle attitude.

But before he finished speaking, he was stopped by Mr. Pan who stood up, "Don't, don't, don't we know each other, don't we? I don't think Miss An has eaten yet. We just happened to be together. You don't know many people. I I like your food, let's chat more, isn't that how friends come here, isn't it?"

Su Anqian forced a smile, and had no choice but to quit forcefully, she could only say: "I'm still working, this is against the rules."

"Rules are made by people! If you can't, just call the manager and I'll give you some instructions!"

Su Anqian sighed about the case. She never liked to entangle with others, but she never offended anyone. In fact, her working hours were also free, so she really couldn't find a reason.

She was sitting next to Boss Pan, opposite to Jue Yan Xi.

Even if you don't look at it deliberately, you can still see him sipping wine carelessly, and occasionally whispering a few words to the people around him, but he doesn't look cold.

She tries not to drink, so she has to keep talking.

People would ask her where she has been and what kind of places she likes, and then it is natural to talk about her partner.

Boss Pan looked at her with a smile, "Miss An is young and beautiful, and she is also highly sought after by the rich and powerful. There are many admirers, right? Or... are they already famous?"

Su An smiled slightly, and shook her head slightly, "I like this job, and I haven't considered personal issues for the time being."

Mr. Pan's eyes lit up when he heard it, "Oh, what did I say, if the famous flower has an owner, wouldn't those rich and powerful who flock to it be sad for a few days?"

She could only laugh dryly, "You are too much."

On the opposite side, Yan Xijue, who seemed to be carelessly passing the wine glass to his mouth, paused slightly before she answered the question, and then gulped it down happily after she finished speaking, the corners of his mouth seemed to have no curvature.

Seeing Yan Xijue like this, the people next to him thought that what he said was good, so they spoke more enthusiastically.

The atmosphere at the table was ups and downs.

Later, when Boss Pan and the others left the meeting, they desperately wanted to take her to the Emperor's Hall, but Su Anqian refused twice in a row.

When I was helpless, the manager finally came.

Anyway, after getting along with her for so long, Manager Wang has never seen her go to a lively place, so he also helped to refuse.

Yan Xijue leaned lazily on his seat, his gaze indifferently swept over Manager Wang, and then over her reluctance.

No matter how you look at it, these two people can only make him think of the words 'women sing husbands with'.

In the next moment, he suddenly took the jacket from the side and stood up from the seat, and the box was suddenly much quieter.

Boss Pan sneered, probably because he realized that he was too concerned with pleasing women and ignored the big boss.

(End of this chapter)