The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby

She walked very anxiously, her back was very straight, her footsteps were loud and powerful, and she stepped heavily on the steps. It was not like going to eat, but it was like making up her mind to do something.

Her pace is rushing and uneven, it seems that there is still some tension.

Like, go to the execution ground.

Shi Yanyang stared at her back quietly for a while, and suddenly felt that her metaphor was a bit ridiculous.

What else is worthy of her nervousness in this world?

With a faint sight, Shi Yanyang randomly arranged the documents on the desk and stood up to follow her steps and left the office.

When I went downstairs, Tong Yan had already waited for him in the car.

Looking at him from the gaze side, when he got on the bus, she drove straight to the beach.

She went to a quiet western restaurant, located in a remote section of the sea.

On the winter night, the restaurant was decorated with lights.

On the left and right sides of the garden leading to the restaurant, the sound of running water is faint, and the pieces flow out from the springs. The fresh water sounds extraordinarily quiet in the night.

This restaurant selected by Tong Yan is the place where Shi Yanyang usually dine, according to his preferences.

Shi Yanyang has always disliked the environment that is too noisy. If he dine outside, he will be here eight times in ten times.

Tong Yan has also been here many times, all with him.

Into the restaurant, familiar with the way to find the dining area, she picked the table at the corner of the most corner to sit down, called the waiter to order a few dishes, the fork in his hand knocked on the table again, seems contemplative What is it.

The crisp voice, next to the sound of the two people, the atmosphere, inexplicably let Shi Yiyang rush to boring.

He pretended that she seemed to have something to say.

Just, I can't guess what she wants to say.

Looking in the direction of her, he asked directly, "Is there something to say to me?"

"Think more." Tong Yan's light face slowly lifted up, faintly returned to him, and turned over and called the waiter, "a bottle of red wine."

"Okay, miss you!" The waiter bowed respectfully to the two and turned and left.

“How are you interested in drinking today?” Shi Yanyang casually helped her put the tableware in the same way and asked casually.

“I am not always interested in wine?” Tong Yan is very perfunctory.

"What?" Shi Yanyang took a knife in his hand and seemed to have some doubts that he had not heard it.

"Miss Tong has this hobby?" The lips smacked slightly, and he taunted.

Tong Yan’s words are just casual, but they are not explained for themselves.

When the waiter brought the dishes and wines that the two had ordered, he opened the wine cover very generously and poured him the wine.

"Done for a meaningful night!" He touched the glass with him, and whether he wanted to drink, she drank the wine from her cup.

Shi Yanyang just squinted at the wine she had poured for herself, and did not reach out from the beginning to the end.

Her eyes were flat on her face, groaning, and he stared at her quietly.

His gaze, with a touch of cold and contempt, the waves were calm and could not find a trace.

The child's face at this time, in his eyes, may be like watching a little crazy man who drunk!

Ok, without any warning, what kind of wine is suddenly drinking?

"How does it make sense tonight?" His tone is not bad.