Born to be together: this president is so perverted

Xu Wuyou was full of calculations. Without looking at Han Zhifan's luxurious and low-key general manager office, he stood in front of the president's office and pushed the door in without knocking.

As soon as the door was opened, Xu Wuyou was stunned. Han Zhifan and two foreigners in the office brushed together and looked at Xu Wuyou. Her face was a little embarrassed. Unexpectedly, it was time to get off work, and Han Zhifan was still working.

For a time, Xu Wuyou didn't know whether to retreat or enter. He stood in place holding the door.

After being interrupted, Han Zhifan looked unhappy and frowned at Xu Wuyou. "Come in, what are you doing here?"

Xu Wuyou smiled at the two hooded foreigners, then closed the door, walked in and answered Han Zhifan's question, "I'll bring you dinner. You haven't been home for a long time. Come and see you."

Her answer didn't satisfy Han Zhifan. She still frowned and said to Xu Wuyou, "go and sit in the lounge." then she talked with others.

Xu Wuyou sat on the sofa in the lounge, holding a magazine in her hand, but she didn't know what to say. There were two villains fighting in her heart.

One said: didn't he hate you? Now is an opportunity. You just go and tell them that you are Han Zhifan's girlfriend or wife.

Another said: even in order to make him hate you, you don't have to ruin other people's business.

The two villains quarreled with each other, and neither of them let the other.

But in the end, the rational villain got the upper hand. Xu Wuyou sat for a while, and their conversation ended. Han Zhifan came in and saw the insulation box on the desktop, looking at her blandly, "what food do you want?"

"Guess." Xu Wuyou took out all the food and put it on the table. "I don't know what you like or don't like, so I cooked a few dishes casually. Eat and see."

When he saw the dishes on the table, his face was heavy. He couldn't eat any of the three dishes.

"Mr. Han, is the food not to your taste?" Xu Wuyou asked softly, pretending to know nothing. "Don't you like it? If you don't like it, don't eat it."

Xu Wuyou didn't mean to force Han Zhifan to eat these things. She just hoped that every time he saw them, he hated her more.

"Well, I'm not hungry. Take it away." Han Zhifan was very hungry for most of the day, but he really couldn't force himself to eat what he didn't love.

"Shall we go out for dinner? We've been married for so long and have never gone out together." Xu Wuyou said while cleaning up.

Han Zhifan folded his legs and looked at her wantonly, as if to see something. Xu Wuyou pretended not to notice his eyes and skillfully put the food back.

"HMM." Han Zhifan answered, got up, picked up his coat, "let's go."

They went to a very famous French western restaurant. As soon as Xu Wuyou sat down, he looked around like a local steamed stuffed bun and looked excited. "Oh, my God, I can actually eat in a French restaurant. I'm so excited. Pinch me and tell me I'm not dreaming."

Although the foreign male waiter didn't understand what Xu Wuyou was talking about, she looked strange looking at her hand and foot dance, but with good professional quality, she didn't show anything and put the menu in front of them.

He said in French, "Sir, miss, here is the menu."

Han Zhifan turned over the menu and looked up at Xu Wuyou. "If you like, eat more."

"OK, I've eaten you down." in order to show his shallow knowledge, Xu Wuyou turned over a few pages of the menu, pouted, put the menu back on the table and smiled, "Mr. Han, I can't understand French. Please order for me. The most expensive is the best."

Han Zhifan skillfully reported several dish names, and repeated the dish names to Xu Wuyou in Chinese, "are these enough?"

"HMM." Xu Wuyou nodded like garlic. The delicate dishes on the menu turned her eyes slightly and had an idea in her heart.

The restaurant serves fast, and the wide table is soon filled with food. Xu Wuyou looks at scallops, ground beef, goose liver, braised veal in white sauce, mumbel cheese, duck breast and black truffle.

Before his brother got sick, he took her to eat French food. The taste was not generally good. Xu Wuyou swallowed his saliva and looked at them with saliva.

The girl's eyes were shining. She accidentally pleased Han Zhifan. With a smile on her eyebrows, she brought the goose liver to her face, cut it into small pieces with a knife and fork, and then put it in front of Xu Wuyou, "eat."

Xu Wuyou held his face in his hands and didn't hear his words. He was tangled in his heart. Which one to eat? She wants to eat any one.

Xu Wuyou completely forgot the existence of Han Zhifan and only had food in his eyes until he said, "shall I feed you?"

"No." Xu Wuyou woke up and shook his head.

Seeing the foie gras cut on the table, Xu Wuyou quickly thanked, "thank you, I'll start." she forked a small piece of foie gras into her mouth, and her taste buds were very satisfied and enjoyed.

"It's not delicious." Xu Wuyou swept away like a whirlwind, and the foie gras in the CD was full of his mouth.

Eating French food is about tasting it carefully. Xu Wuyou is so rude that she doesn't rule out the suspicion of acting. She ate two dishes again and again, the same rude and the same fast. Sure enough, she frowned when she saw Han Zhifan opposite.

She pretended not to see his wrinkled eyebrows, swallowed the last bite of veal, blinked her eyes like grapes, and asked innocently, "Mr. Han, why don't you eat?"

Xu Wuyou himself admits that her eating is really disgusting.

"Wipe the corners of his mouth." Han Zhifan lowered his eyes and stopped looking at Xu Wuyou's dirty face.

Xu Wuyou did not gently wipe the oil stains, but rudely wiped them with force, and then put the napkin on the table. She secretly congratulated themselves that they wanted the box. If it was in the lobby, Han Zhifan's face would be lost.

Originally, Xu Wuyou had dinner at home. Now she has eaten three dishes in a row. She has already been unable to support it. However, in order to show her ability to eat Han Zhifan down, she still stuck to the headlines and continued to eat two dishes with her stomach about to vomit.

She burped without image, and then asked, "Mr. Han, this dish is delicious. Can you get me a membership card?"

Hee hee, she just used her mobile phone to Baidu. This restaurant only receives guests with membership cards, and you must recharge 1.8 million to become a member. If he doesn't want to do it, she will make trouble. With the previous small temperament as a cushion, Han Zhifan will hate her very much.