Born to be together: this president is so perverted

When Han Zhifan arrived at the "old place", it was half an hour later. He walked to the box door with ease, but hesitated before pushing the door. His long finger fine tuned his non skewed tie, and then carefully straightened his cuffs.

He suddenly chuckled. He was so concerned about his image that he felt like going on a date, but he was more nervous than going out on a date.

Han Zhifan pushed the door and went in. The man sitting on the sofa in the box saw Xin's long body at the door. He hurriedly stood up and squeezed out a stiff smile on his face, "brother fan, you're coming."

After Xu Suiyan woke up drunk yesterday, he remembered that he dared to break ground on the head of Taisui master last night and yelled at Han Zhifan. He was so scared that his legs were soft at that time. But he always thought he had done nothing wrong and would not apologize to him.

But at 8 p.m., Xu Suiyan still couldn't let him go. After taking the special medicine granules from the safe, he picked up his mobile phone and called Han Zhifan.

When Han Zhifan walked in, he glanced around the box and nodded to Xu Suiyan.

That little nod almost made Xu Suiyan jump with joy, and a smile like a demon appeared on her face. "Brother fan, did you put Yimi in the cold? The boss said you haven't visited for a long time." Yimi is the name of a private restaurant.

Han Zhifan coldly answered the word "busy" and looked at the food on the table. There were seven dishes on the table, five of which were Han Zhifan's favorite. He smiled and didn't think it was Xu Suiyan's way to please him.

It's the way he accommodates him. Han Zhifan went to the table, took off his suit and put it on the back of the chair. Then he opened a chair and said to Xu Suiyan, "sit down."

Xu Suiyan was flattered. Han Zhifan even pulled a chair for him!!!

His mouth was open enough to fill an egg, and he stood at the table in amazement.

Han Zhifan frowned, just pulling a chair for him. Why did he act so surprised?

When Xu Suiyan saw his delicate eyebrows wrinkled into a word "Chuan", he pinched his thigh and told him that it was not a dream.

Then he smiled happily, but his tone of voice was still so out of tune, "brother fan, did you forget to take medicine when you went out?"

Han Zhifan had not relaxed his eyebrows, but frowned again. His eyes flickered unhappy. Seeing this, Xu Suiyan continued to tease him, "otherwise, you took the wrong medicine?"

Xu Suiyan said and sat down on the chair he helped pull. His eyes floated on the red wine and said carelessly, "young master Han has dinner, otherwise the food will be cold."

Although Han Zhifan doesn't shine at the sight of food like Xu Wuyou, he still feels a little excited when he looks full of what he likes, but his face is still calm without ripple marks.

Han Zhifan sat down expressionless and brushed the dishes and chopsticks that the waiter had already cleaned again before eating at ease.

Xu Suiyan looked at Han Zhifan's public chopsticks and smiled helplessly. Others always thought he was an invincible, ruthless and lustless domineering president, but ah, that's not the case.

He is domineering, but sometimes he is naive. For example, now, like a child, he will eat everything he likes.

Xu Suiyan sometimes really can't stand his contrast. He has a calm and cold face, but he is doing such childish and dependent actions.

Xu Suiyan bumped him with his elbow. Han Zhifan noticed that someone touched him, chewed the food in his mouth for 25 times, swallowed it, wiped the corners of his mouth with a napkin, turned his head, looked at him in confusion, "what's the matter?"

Xu Suiyan saw the incomprehension in his eyes and hissed. Sometimes, he really felt that Han Zhifan was very cute. He held back the impulse to pinch his face. Don't overdo it and said, "don't always eat a dish. Isn't there something you like next to it?"

"Line up." Han Zhifan didn't understand the meaning of his words. He straightened his body and looked at the dishes he had eaten. After holding a chopstick, he reluctantly let it go. He couldn't eat alone. He wanted to leave some for Xu Suiyan.

Then he went to another dish he liked. He put a small part of it into his bowl with public chopsticks. He tasted it coolly and sighed in his heart: the taste is the same as before.

Is Han Zhifan really stupid or fake stupid? Can't you understand the meaning of his words? You can't let him teach a child like an old mother. Tell him: you eat too much of this dish. Can you have something else?

Xu Suiyan smiled helplessly. His eyes fell on the red wine on the table, sipped his lips, hesitated for a moment, then grabbed two glasses of red wine, put one of them in front of him and said, "brother fan, drink."

Han Zhifan wiped the corners of his mouth, picked up his glass and touched Xu Suiyan, tasted red wine gracefully.

Xu Suiyan tasted a mouthful of red wine. Watching Han Zhifan drink red wine, he silently said to him: brother, I'm sorry.