The number one fan girl: please keep a low profile when the actor spoils his wife

What the two of them came to was an Italian restaurant. The red-tiled and white-walled Italian-style restaurant was well received in Tong City, and there was an endless stream of people who came to taste the food, which was enough to show the popularity of this restaurant. Yan Ye felt a little familiar after just one glance, and then thought about it again, isn't this the restaurant that has become popular on the Internet these days?

Just as she was thinking about it, Wen Ziyuan opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner, spread her clean and fair palms in front of her, and said, "I heard from friends that this restaurant is good, so I made a reservation. I don't know if you like it or not." Italian food."

Out of politeness, Bai Yanye put his palm lightly on Wen Ziyuan's, got out of the car, and said, "Ziyuan, you know, except for Chinese food, I'm not very interested in other countries' food stores. In other words, you can also understand that I can eat anything."

"Yes, I knew you were easy to support since I was a child." Wen Ziyuan joked with her in a great mood, and Bai Yanye also laughed, and the previous stiff atmosphere between the two of them disappeared inadvertently.

Not far behind them, Han Muchen was sitting in his car, watching the two of them enter the restaurant hand in hand, his jaw line was tense until a waiter knocked on his car window, "Hi sir, may I ask you?" Do you want to dine in this restaurant? If yes, please get off the car and give it to us, if not, please..."

Han Muchen looked back impatiently, kicked the gas pedal, and the car shot out like an arrow from Li Xuan, startling the parking boy who came forward to inquire.

Wen Ziyuan is considerate, Bai Yanye has always known about this, watching him help her order, and skillfully tell the waiter what she likes to eat and what she doesn't like to eat, she always has an indescribable feeling in her heart Feeling, it is false to say that you are not moved, after all, how many people in this world can remember what you like and dislike more clearly than yourself?Secondly, apart from being moved, she was also a little uneasy. This uneasiness came from Wen Ziyuan's attitude towards her, which was so nice that she felt it was inappropriate.

Bai Yanye was still debating whether to remind Wen Ziyuan that he should not always treat himself as a girlfriend, but he didn't know that there was a man who was jealous of her to the point of drinking to drown his sorrows.

Although Han Muchen is not extremely self-disciplined and cannot be compared with Lin Feng's abnormality, he still has his own principles. He has always insisted on not drinking during working hours and not letting alcohol affect his judgment and brain. But today, For Bai Yanye, he seemed to have broken his own rule. Before it was dark, he had already started drinking himself.

The spicy foreign wine slipped into the throat, with a tingling feeling, but this feeling can temporarily relieve the discomfort in the heart, so it is not unreasonable for so many people to choose to use alcohol to relieve their sorrow when they are frustrated.

Han Muchen poured wine into his mouth, but the more he drank, the figure of Bai Yanye became clearer in his mind, and it was a few hours ago when he saw Bai Yanye getting on Wen Ziyuan's car The figure and the scene when they walked into the restaurant hand in hand, that scene hurt Han Muchen's nerves. He didn't want to recall it, but he still couldn't get it out. It was like a spell that came back and forth before his eyes more and more clearly.

Outside the box, the bar manager and a group of waiters stood at the door, but no one dared to go in to deliver the wine, because the last waiter who went in to deliver the wine was kicked out by Han Muchen.

"Jing... Manager, you should go, we don't dare to offend Mr. Han." A waiter said timidly.

"I'll go? I'll go to you..." The manager glared, slapped the waiter on the head, and said angrily, "If you don't dare to offend, I dare to offend you, right? My face is bigger than yours. Big or what? Hey, tell me, if this great god doesn’t come, he’ll eat people when he comes. What can we do? Who knows what kind of temper this President Han is? Could it be that he doesn’t serve well? Killed?"

"Manager, don't say that, it's scary. I seem to have heard that Boss Han doesn't put on airs very much, nor is he too embarrassing. I'm afraid I'm in a bad mood today. What can I do with the wine..." People discussed and discussed, and no one dared to come forward to deliver wine to Han Muchen.

People in a group are naturally more likely to attract attention. After the passers-by took a second look, they stopped in their tracks, dragged a waiter over, and asked, "You said Mr. Han just now? Which Han?" total?"

"Who else is Mr. Han, C&Y International President Han Muchen, Mr. Han." In Tong City, there is no one with the surname Han who can be so respected by people, except for Han Muchen.

"Han Muchen? You mean Mr. Han, the president of C&Y International, is in there?" The man asked again in astonishment and disbelief.

After getting an affirmative answer, the man raised his eyebrows and asked again, "Then do you know who Mr. Han came with? It is said that Mr. Han rarely comes to places like bars."

"Isn't it? We seldom see Mr. Han. Today is a surprise. Mr. Han actually came, and he came by himself. He was drinking in a dull mood. He seemed to be in a bad mood and ordered a lot of wine." The waiter murmured He muttered, not noticing that the faces of the people around him changed quietly after he finished speaking.

At the same time, in a high-end villa located in the villa area of ​​Tong City, Shen Xing was having a full-body massage. She was lying on a soft bed in a bathrobe, and the technician was loosening her muscles and bones. She had a mask on her face and was resting her eyes. , Sister Wen called. After calling twice, Shen Xing pressed the answer button impatiently and turned on the speakerphone.

"Shen Xing, are you at home now? I don't care where you are now, I want you to go to the 'Night' bar immediately." Sister Wen's voice was faintly excited, there was no time to talk nonsense, and she said straight to the point.

Shen Xing's closed eyes slightly opened a gap, but he didn't move too much, and asked lazily, "Why do you want me to go to the bar at night? Is there something wrong?"

"Of course there is something, it's still a very good thing." Sister Wen continued to be excited, and she paused vigilantly when she said this, and asked, "Is there anyone else around you? If so, go to a quieter place, I have very important to tell you about it.”

The so-called quieter place actually refers to a more secluded place. After all, the less people know about some things, the better.

Upon hearing this, Shen Xing motioned for the massage technician to stop and leave for now. Then she picked up the landline, brought it to her ear, and said, "Okay, Sister Wen, you can talk now. What's the important thing?"