Young master Jiang's secret wife: the president has no limits

As An Ran listened, his eyes wandered through the crowd. In a daze, he thought of Jiangcheng Ann's angular face and the look of his mother, who had sold her, asking for money.

"Happy? What we see may not be so good, life is already so difficult," An Ran replied in a faint tone, obviously not wanting to continue this topic.

The two of them strolled to the pedestrian street. The dim moon had already come out, and the quiet moon seemed to be able to dispel any darkness.

Seeing Chen Qinghang looking at the crowd with twinkling eyes, An Ran said, "I'm hungry. Do you want to eat something?"

"Ah? Yeah, it's already past seven. Let's go find a place to eat. By the way, An Ran, what do you want to eat? Chen Qinghang asked with a smile, holding the silver heels.

"Ah? Me?" I'm fine," An Ran replied hurriedly. Her heels and that smile immediately caught her, and she couldn't help but wonder how this man could smile so beautifully and flirtatiously. She had to answer quickly to hide her embarrassment, for fear of being seen.

"An Ran, you're the one who's hungry, okay? Chen Qinghang looked helpless. Why did An Ran answer so strangely? Is this mushroom cold silly?

"Well, eat, eat japanese food. I know there's a very authentic japanese food nearby. We'll go there. Um, japanese food, health care," An Ran said casually when he saw a japanese food store across the street. Although it hadn't been eaten, it looked pretty good.

"Recuperate?" Chen Qinghang was really at a loss.

Before Chen Qinghang understood, An Ran grabbed the shoe in his hand and pushed Chen Qinghang. "Over there, over there."

Chen Qinghang smiled helplessly and obediently followed An Ran away.

The two of them stood at the entrance of the japanese restaurant, and before they could enter, japanese music was coming.

An Ran looked at it. Well, it was a good japanese food store. He looked at Chen Qinghang, and his eyes seemed to indicate that the place I brought you here was not bad.

Chen Qinghang showed his signature white teeth, looked at the retro geisha poster, and asked An Ran softly, "What would you look like in a kimono?"

An Ran was stunned. He hadn't worn a kimono yet, "I don't know. I haven't."

The two of them chatted as they entered a separate private room in the shop.

"What are you eating?" Here you go, ladies first." Chen Qinghang was deliberately exaggerating to imitate the gentlemanly movements and handed the menu to An Ran.

An Ran was also very cooperative. His voice was rough and he imitated the official tone of the costume drama and said, "Hmph, then my lord is more respectful than obedient."

The attendant, who was standing there waiting for the guests to order, looked at the two men with a black face. The two of them realized that they had been too sick, and they returned to their serious ways to order.

"Peony shrimp, sea urchin, salmon sashimi, flavored soup. That's all," Chen Qinghang said.

"Hmph, what if I order first? I want eel rice, tempura, and a sashimi," An Ran said.

The attendant answered yes in japanese and then left. There were only two people in the big room facing each other.

"At this moment, what will you think of? An Ran asked." I was thinking about the food at home. The food in my mother's hand smells good. An Ran, can you cook? "Chen Qinghang said with a smile.

Indeed, every chinese has a different understanding of the food. An Ran had thought that chen qinghang would make a big comment on the famous dishes in a star restaurant, but he didn't expect that they were just home-cooked dishes.

"Well, should I cooperate with you and pretend that I know how to cook?" An Ran said curtly, his expression vivid under the light.

The two of them chatted casually like this. They chatted a little about everything, but they didn't talk much.

The food that I was looking forward to was served. The dishes were very beautiful and exquisite. As expected, the food that I ate in this environment was also very beautiful.

The ingredients of the day seemed simple. There was a principle in the sushi made of two ounces of rice and fish fillets, that no matter what, the original taste of the ingredients could not be concealed. If you bite down, you must immediately eat the original flavor of the food. Or, whether it's food or people, it's better to be naive and simple.

The old art and prostitution posters were still hanging on the wall. They looked at the couple in a daze and ate under the lights. They were very close to the table.

"Wow, this eel rice is really delicious. The ratio of sauces is varied. The sauce can not only mask the earthy smell of eel, but also very delicious." An Ran likes this rice very much.

"An Ran!" Chen Qinghang looked serious. "You can be a food critic now." He said with a serious expression.

An Ran couldn't help laughing.

At the beginning of the lights, the food on the table was almost swept away. After thanking the boss, the two of them walked out the door, not forgetting to comment on the taste.

"Well, it's time to go home. It's getting late. Chen Qinghang, thank you for your company this afternoon." An Ran waved his shoes and said goodbye.

"An Ran, it's not safe at night. I'll take you home. Chen Qinghang said worriedly.

"Uh... I'm fine myself. Well, let's split up and take a taxi home. It shouldn't be a problem," An Ran postponed.

An Ran was worried about encountering Chen Qinghang near the apartment and causing unnecessary trouble. Things were already serious enough. She didn't want to cause any more trouble, so she must not let chen qing hang send her back.

"But, you're a girl, and I'm worried about you?" Chen Qinghang stressed again, fearing that An Ran might misunderstand, and added, "I'm just sending you downstairs. I'm not going up. Who do you think I am?

An Ran said, "It's okay. Why don't you watch me get in the car? How about I call you when I get home? Besides, you haven't driven, so you should take a taxi back."

Chen qinghang saw that An Ran had repeatedly pushed back, and it was not good to force.

The two of them took a taxi separately and went back in the night breeze. Chen qingran sat behind the taxi and felt uneasy, afraid that An Ran would encounter some trouble.

An Ran breathed a sigh of relief, at least to avoid some trouble, but today, thanks to Chen Qinghang, who had been with him, and today's Mr. Tree hole, japanese cuisine, the mood seems to be much better.

Taxis traveled through the city streets, through these man-made cold buildings, like fish that could not move at night, and soon came under An Ran's apartment building.

An Ran also kept his promise and took out his cell phone to tell Chen Qinghang that he was safe. Chen Qinghang took a long breath on the phone and went upstairs while he was on the phone.

Chen Qinghang also arrived home, and then An Ran's phone finally let go of his anxiety, worried that the corridor would be dark, so An Ran called him and went upstairs.

An Ran hung up the phone as soon as he arrived at the door and thanked yun yun for his company.