Marry a shrewd wife: I will listen to you, wife

She could only remind herself over and over again, don't think too much, maybe he just met an old friend from another country, and he just invited her to have a meal.

Gorgeous crystal lamps cast faint light around, and the whole restaurant looks elegant and quiet, and the deep cello sound fills the whole space, so that every guest who comes in can eat comfortably.

Shen Haochen got up suddenly, and made a gentleman's salute: "Sorry, I have to go to the bathroom."

Yan Qingyao nodded, then hurriedly lowered her head, because she was a little overwhelmed by his fiery gaze.

Shen Haochen moved away from the table, with a faint smile on his lips, he was suddenly not in a hurry, so what if he forgot him, he had the confidence to make her fall in love again.

When passing by Wen Xun's dining table, she glanced at him lightly.

Wen Xun hurriedly got up and stopped at the corner. Shen Haochen threw the car keys to him casually and said, "You go first."

Wen Xun was stunned for a moment, and asked puzzledly, "Mr. Shen, don't you need me to drive?"

Shen Haochen glared at him, Wen Xun immediately turned and left.

Count him talking too much.

It's not a short time to go out, Yan Qingyao is a little restless, Ye Miao's child is heavy-hearted, she is worried that the self-confidence he built up with great difficulty will completely collapse.

After Shen Haochen came back, she said without thinking: "Hao, Haochen, can we go back?"

Calling those two words directly still made her a little uncomfortable.

The "we" in her words pleased Shen Haochen, but she didn't say much, picked up the Italian tailor-made suit jacket and put it on her wrist, and said concisely: "Okay."

The tenderness for a moment made Yan Qingyao lose her mind, she secretly pinched her thigh to wake herself up, and tried to divert her attention: "Where is your assistant sitting, let me go and call him. "

Shen Haochen replied naturally: "I let him go first."

Yan Qingyao's eyelids trembled a few times, not understanding why he did this, and asked tentatively: "But, you're drunk, so you can't drive."

"Who said I'm going to drive?" The man's tone was flat.

Yan Qingyao only felt the pain in the blue veins on her forehead, and her seemingly weak figure paused, "Then, shall we go back?"

She thought that this proposal would definitely be rejected. The person in front of her was the behind-the-scenes president, worth hundreds of millions, so she wouldn't be willing to walk.

Unexpectedly, she really overestimated her own judgment, Shen Haochen touched his chin very seriously and said: "Since all the beautiful ladies have suggested it, let's go back."

kindness?What did she say?No, she should have heard something!
Why doesn't this person play his cards according to the routine?
Shen Haochen said that he never took the usual path.

Fortunately, they chose the nearest restaurant when they came out of the hotel. Otherwise, Yan Qingyao, who was wearing high heels, would have suffered. Although the short distance was nothing to her, it was just exercise.

However, she always felt that a man with a strong aura was walking beside her, which made her feel uncomfortable.

How did things get to this point?

Yan Qingyao thought bitterly, maybe she shouldn't have agreed to come out to eat, is this called self-inflicted crime, can't live!

She has no other thoughts now, she just hopes that the road can be shorter, and then it will be shorter, and it is best to reach the hotel in the blink of an eye.

Naturally, Shen Haochen couldn't hear her voice. At this moment, he was always in a good mood. The person he was thinking of was by his side, and he felt happier than ever.

On the way, Yan Qingyao originally wanted to find something to talk about, so she wouldn't look so embarrassed, but no matter how many times she typed the draft in her mind, she couldn't open her mouth when the words came to her lips.

Under the street lamp, the surrounding green plants, every tree and every plant can be seen clearly, Yan Qingyao walked slowly, looking at the flowers and plants on the side of the road from time to time.

She was looking at the scenery, but the scenery in his eyes was only her from beginning to end.

After finally walking to the entrance of the hotel, Yan Qingyao immediately relaxed and let out a long sigh, causing the man's complexion to turn dark, no wonder he thought too much.

"Are you nervous?" Shen Haochen stopped suddenly, looking at her with an unswerving expression.

Yan Qingyao let out an "Ah", not knowing what she did wrong again, she tightened her hand holding the bag, looked back at him nervously, and tried her best to pretend to be calm: "No."

As soon as the words fell, she continued to cover her ears and steal her voice: "Why are you nervous?"

Shen Haochen was dubious, but didn't say anything.

Following him from the members-only elevator to a certain floor, and returning to the room, Yan Qingyao took a bath and lay down on the bed, but couldn't fall asleep.

Everything that happened during the day was shown in her mind like a movie, and the scenes were played in series, which was extremely exciting.

Meeting Shen Haochen was beyond her expectation, but she was secretly happy in her heart, but she didn't know why, she didn't want to think deeply about it, and she didn't want to let go of her heart.

Turning over, Yan Qingyao remembered about Ye Miao, got up quickly, put a beige coat on top of her thin pajamas, and hurried out.

When she pressed her hand on the doorknob, she suddenly thought of the person opposite, so she couldn't help but lighten her movements, slowly opened the door, stepped out, looked around furtively, and then closed the door and rushed out.

After doing all this, Yan Qingyao herself felt it was funny, how could she act like a thief.

But she didn't want to disturb Shen Haochen, there were two doors away, as long as she thought about talking to him, Yan Qingyao's heart would beat faster and she wouldn't be like herself.

Gently knocking on the door of Ye Miao's room, she could vaguely hear the rustling of clothes, and then the door opened.

When she saw who it was, the downcast Ye Miao forced a smile and said, "Sister Meng, you're back."

He knew that Yan Qingyao had gone to dinner with someone, but he didn't know that that person was the real boss behind the scenes.

Yan Qingyao would become very serious only when facing the artists under her command. With a solemn expression, she raised her hand and patted him on the shoulder, and asked politely, "Can I go in?"

Ye Miao's face turned red, and she turned sideways to make room: "Please come in."

The clean and tidy boy outside is the same in the room. The air is full of youthful sunshine, which makes Yan Qingyao suddenly recall the man with a stern face. It seems that even the breath on his body is cold.

After all, Ye Miao was very innocent. He was alone in the same room at night, so he didn't know how to put his hands and feet. However, the woman seemed to have just taken a shower, and she exuded a strong fragrance. He almost couldn't help holding his breath.

Yan Qingyao looked at his shy look, pursed her lips and smiled, and patted the soft mattress: "Sit."

Ye Miao was shocked physically and mentally, and said in a trembling voice: "I, I don't need it, just stand, just stand."

Yan Qingyao did not continue to insist, she said seriously: "What do you think about this cover shoot?"

She already knew it in her heart, but she wanted to hear what he had to say.