After the scumbag CEO, he wants to force me to marry me

Chapter 36 Did Him a Great Favor

Lan Yancheng raised his pale eyes and glanced at Xia Xixi's harmless face, his handsome face darkened.

It looks like a simple little white rabbit, but its lethality is amazing.

When Xia Xixi thought that Lan Yancheng was about to get angry, she straightened her chest, "If you want to avenge your Fifth Uncle, I don't have any objections, but I'm mistaken, you are all the same thing!"

After Xia Xixi finished speaking angrily, she saw the man's handsome face getting closer to her.

She subconsciously rubbed back twice, her back pressed against the car door, firmly.

Her beautiful eyes were wide open, seeing the man getting closer and closer, her heart seemed to be pinched and it was difficult to breathe.

It has to be said that this man's aura is too strong.

Lan Yancheng's sharp eyes were filled with deepness, and the light in his eyes was slightly lowered.

Then, the thin lips parted lightly, "You said Uncle Wu is belittling you?"

Her beautiful eyes were stained with anger, "You don't believe me?"

"No."

"Then why did you..."

The man's rough fingertips suddenly rubbed her smooth and fair cheek lightly, as if playing with a rare treasure, full of interest, "Then why is it just a broken hand?"

huh?

Xia Xixi was confused, and glanced at Lan Yancheng suspiciously, "What do you mean?"

Lan Yancheng's thin lips parted slightly, eyes filled with abyss-like sternness, eccentric, yet so alluring, "The beating was too light, next time it can be harder."

Xia Xixi is like two fools, completely unable to figure out this man's unpredictable and unpredictable thoughts.

"He's your fifth uncle..."

When he raised his light eyes, thousands of stars flew in, dazzling and cold.

"It's just a moth of society."

Regarding this Fifth Uncle, Lan Yancheng had long wanted to take him under the knife, but Grandpa kept obstructing it.

That's why he was allowed to dance around for so long, Xia Xixi did what he wanted to do most for him, and after a while he ordered to deprive Uncle Wu of his power and let him retire.

……

Xia Xixi looked at the flying scenery outside the window, a little unreal.

She was sitting in a tens of millions of luxury cars at the moment, looking at those peers on the side of the road who were also smiling brightly while riding bicycles.

Closing his eyes, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, it's better to sit in a luxury car!

It's just that this doesn't seem to be the way back to Lan Yancheng's villa. She has a very good memory and has already engraved this way in her mind.

She turned her head full of doubts, and looked at the man leaning on the car seat with his eyes closed, "Aren't we going back?"

Lan Yancheng didn't even lift his eyelids, his voice was exhausted, "Yeah."

Consider her smart.

"Where to go then?"

"Have a meal."

Xia Xixi expressed her understanding that at that kind of high-end banquet, there is not much food to eat at all.

Celebrities need to keep fit, even if they only eat one or two bites of delicious food, Lan Yancheng has to deal with those bosses, only drinking and not eating.

She didn't eat either, she wasn't very hungry at first, but Lan Yancheng suggested to eat, she seemed to be a little bit hungry.

The high-end western restaurant is about to close now, but when the waiter saw that it was Lan Yancheng, his eyes showed pious respect, "Mr. Lan."

This restaurant is near the Lan's Group, and it is a restaurant that Lan Yancheng frequents.

The waiter didn't even ask too much, and said directly, "Is it still the same?"

"Yeah." He took off his suit jacket, tugged at his tie with his slender and neat hands, looking a little wild and unruly.

After sitting down, he looked up at her, "What do you eat?"

Xia Xixi raised her beautiful eyes, looked at the waiter and said, "Give me a hot and sour powder, no coriander, thank you!"

The waiter was a little embarrassed, blushing a little from Xia Xixi's stare, "Sorry miss, there is no hot and sour powder."

Xia Xixi, "Then let me have some roasted cold noodles."

"No cold noodles..."

"Then what kind of shop do you open if you don't have anything?"

The waiter was choked, blushing and didn't know how to speak.

Lan Yancheng frowned, his light eyes swept over the waiter, and couldn't bear to look directly at him, "Same as me."

"Alright Mr. Lan." The waiter left as if he had been pardoned.

(End of this chapter)