Becoming the Richest by Farming

Si Lu booked a western restaurant.

Although it is a western restaurant, it has a good reputation. It is a Michelin three-star restaurant and has been on world-class authoritative magazines.

It only serves a certain number of guests every day, and you can't make a reservation even if you have money.

Generally speaking, you need to make a reservation one month in advance if you want to have a meal.

Of course, in the face of absolute money and status, you still have to make concessions.

Although Si Lu made a temporary reservation, he still made it.

The elegant and quiet small restaurant is a temporary small private room. After all, this is a secondary restaurant. Usually, it is reserved by guests who like absolute quietness. There are no separate private rooms here.

But today Si Lu booked it. There are only two of them in the huge restaurant.

Except for the waiter who came to serve.

When he saw Ying Wan, Si Lu had already arrived. He was wearing a black shirt, sitting opposite the long table with his long legs elegantly crossed, and watching Ying Wan being brought over by the waiter with a smile on his face.

Under the dim and ambiguous light, Si Lu's face seemed to be coated with a layer of soft light, and the more blurred it was, the more he looked like an angel descending to the earth.

It's a pity that this person's personality is not like an angel.

When Ying Wan sat down, Si Lu took the initiative to ask: "Would you like to open a bottle of red wine?"

In such a wonderful atmosphere, it would be a bit strange not to drink a glass of red wine to liven up the atmosphere.

Unfortunately, Ying Wan didn't follow: "No, you drink it if you open it, I can only drink juice."

She had already determined that she couldn't drink a drop of alcohol. The man in front of her was smiling with some ill intentions. It was not difficult to imagine that waiting for him was waiting for her to get drunk.

Ying Wan asked curiously: "You know I like to ask you questions when I'm drunk. Why do you like me to ask you questions so much? I remember you didn't solve the two questions I gave you last time."

"Ahem."

Si Lu sat up straight and raised his eyebrows: "I don't think you can embarrass me with questions that embarrass other mathematicians, Wan Wan, you know I'm not a math major."

Ying Wan laughed: "So don't let me drink."

The waiter poured Ying a glass of juice, and Si Lu still opened a bottle of red wine.

He brought it himself.

It's not like Ying Wan can't drink.

But Si Lu seemed to be particularly busy today. Not long after he sat down, his cell phone started ringing. The sound ruined the atmosphere. Si Lu looked down and turned off the ringtone silently.

Looking at Ying Wan again, seeing that she was now sitting in front of him and dating him, Si Lu took a sip of the red wine glass and smiled deeply: "Wan Wan, do you know that I had such a dream in my dream a few days ago?"

He hoped to have a face-to-face date with Ying Wan, but he didn't expect that the dream would become a reality after just a few days.

So some of his dreams are not impossible to realize.

For example, some dreams that are too ambiguous and charming.

Ying Wan said "um" and asked a question: "I heard from Xu Han that you have never had a girlfriend. Am I your first love?"

Sometimes there is not enough time, and some questions have not been asked in time.

Si Lu raised his eyebrows: "Am I not your first love? Isn't this just right, we are a perfect match, perfect for each other."

Ying Wan clasped her hands on the table and looked at him and said: "Bai Ya said that you have never had a girlfriend. People outside say that you are either gay or have problems. Do you know these rumors?"

Si Lu's face darkened: "Wan Wan, don't mention these spoilers about dating. You know that Bai Ya has always disliked me. I even suspect that he fabricated and spread these rumors. Wan Wan, he is jealous of me."