CEO's amnesiac sweet wife

"Forget it, let's go." Jiayi said softly.

Are they in a hurry? He was also anxious to appease his wife.

"If they are in a hurry, they will have to make up for the loss. Otherwise, you can tell me at any time to hinder the traffic. I'm happy to accompany you. "

He pressed down the window to isolate the traffic police from the noise outside the car.

Sue Huo Zhenmin? Who dares to fight with Huo's lawyers?

The traffic police have no choice but to make arrangements at the back.

"Do you want that?" Jiayi can't laugh or cry.

He narrowed his eyes, lowered the central rearview mirror a little, broke her small face, and let her see the scene clearly.

It's a mess.

Traffic police arrangements, the car began to make a detour.

Although the drivers were swearing, there was nothing they could do. They drove away angrily with the steering wheel.

"Look at other people in the world who are in a worse mood than you. Are you in a better mood?" He leaned close to the sharp edge of her crisp, tender ears.

She is speechless. This man typically bases his happiness on the pain of others.

However, I don't know why, the haze in my heart seems to have really lightened a little.

What the hell? She doesn't want to be as selfish and domineering as he is, oppressing people with financial power.

If this man were in ancient times, he would be the kind of tyrant who was like king you of Zhou who wanted to win a smile!

"That's not happy yet?" He knew that the woman was make complaints about herself.

She was afraid that he would have to do something shocking, so she said, "nothing. I'm hungry. I'd better go and eat. "

If you stay here any longer, you will be cursed by the driver behind you.

When the car started, he said nothing.

…

Passing by a newly opened self-service hot pot shop in the urban area, it's just lunch time. There are a lot of diners.

There are some traffic jams on this road. The car slows down. Just in time, bursts of strong fragrance come from the hot pot shop, which makes people salivate.

There were two murmurs in the carriage, and she felt her frustrated stomach.

Huo Zhenmin glanced at her with a smile: "it's coming soon."

She knew that he was going to take her to a French restaurant where he often ate, and suddenly said, "why don't you eat here?"

She has never been very interested in hot pot, but today, I don't know why. She wants to eat it. When she smells it, she's so greedy.

The bustling crowd at the door, noisy and full of fireworks, can make people forget unhappy things, which is much better than those elegant, quiet and indifferent high-end Western restaurants.

However, Huo Zhenmin should have never been to this type of hotpot shop in his life. He may not agree.

Sure enough, he glanced at the cheap hot pot shop and frowned: "here? No way. "

If at ordinary times, she would not bother to argue with him.

But today I don't know why, I just want to eat hot pot.

Even if you don't see it, your saliva will flow out as soon as you see it.

"Just once." She leaned on the window of Bentley and gave another pitiful look at the hot pot shop. Her eyes were almost the same as those of a stray kitten who hadn't eaten for ten days.

He finally wrung his eyebrows: "we went to the French restaurant next to a high-grade Japanese shouxishao, the environment is very quiet, if you want to eat hot pot, go to that one..."

When his voice was still down, the little woman beside him muttered again, as if answering for the host automatically:

No, I want this one, not Japanese hotpot, but Chinese hotpot.

Silence for a few seconds, finally, the car creaked and stopped.

She agreed to take off the safety belt and went in with him.

Huo Zhenmin was obviously not familiar with the dining environment of this kind of hotpot shop, and he was extremely uncomfortable. As soon as he went in, he glanced at the noisy restaurant. Every table was filled with smoke, and his eyebrows were wrinkled. Looking at the waiters, they were too busy to stand on their feet. They didn't have time to say hello at all. His face was a bit more gloomy.

When Jiayi just came to Yunling with mummy to study clothing at Yunda, there were many such hotpot shops in front of the University, which were cheap and affordable. She also went there with her classmates, so she was very familiar with them. She pulled him: "this kind of self-service hotpot shop is not a high-end western restaurant. Are you waiting for a waiter to show you the way and call Mr. Huo? Take what you want and find a seat for yourself. "

Huo Zhenmin's face became more and more ugly. Even though the environment was dirty, there was no one to serve her. At first, he regretted that he promised her to come in: "Huo has many restaurants, and the most affordable one is 100 times higher than this one. It's not as good as..."

Before she finished, she couldn't wait to pull him to a quieter place to sit down.

She's here for dinner, not to hear from him about the glorious history of the Hodgson group.

He bounced up reflexively and saw that she was going to sit down. He snapped, "wait a minute."Jiayi was stunned. He took out a paper towel, went to her seat, bent down, wiped it carefully, and then wiped his own seat again.

It was a mistake to let him eat hot pot with him.

How can she expect a man who goes to the most expensive restaurant as long as he takes out food and has professional waiters to serve him at such a cheap restaurant.

He is the emperor's mouth, crystal stomach!

Jiayi could not laugh or cry: "can you sit now?"

He nodded and reluctantly allowed.

It's impossible for him to pick up the dishes.

"I'll get the pickles. Wait a minute." She ran towards the delicious food. In a short time, she came back with a pile of hot pot dishes.

At the same time, the waiter also served the hot pot and set it on fire.

The soup in the hot pot is bubbling up and sending out a strong aroma. Jiayi throws Flammulina velutipes and fat cattle into the hot pot while swallowing: "you can pick them up in three or four minutes."

"Chu Jiayi, are you really not afraid of diarrhea?"

The man on the other side stares at her, frowning. Obviously, he doesn't think it's delicious food, so he suddenly opens his mouth.

"When people eat, you say they have diarrhea "Can you talk?" Jia said. He didn't even tear open his chopsticks. "Don't you really eat?"

"No He said in disgust.

Cut, do not know how to enjoy!

Jiayi doesn't care about him any more. She picks up the hot dishes and eats them by herself.

I didn't think hot pot was so delicious before.

But today, it's strange. Maybe I'm too tired to go to court. I think hot pot is the best food in the world!

In the steaming fog of the hot pot, she saw that he was really just quietly watching himself eat, not moving his chopsticks at all, holding up a piece of shrimp, and then stretched out: "have a try, it's really good."

His pretty eyebrows are tight, his thin lips are in a line, and he doesn't move.

She deliberately took prawns and swayed around his lips: "it's really fragrant..."