The queen's wife is too sultry

On Regent Street, in a high-end restaurant, it is resplendent and magnificent.

The lobby manager looked at the back kitchen as if he was facing a big enemy, and then frowned and told the waiter: "Send this bottle of Romanée-Conti to A66, be smart, and don't offend the guests."

The waiter was taken aback. Why are the guests so big?Let the manager who has seen many big scenes pay so much attention.

Before the waiter took two steps, he was hurriedly stopped by the manager: "Forget it, I'll deliver it myself."

He came to the exquisite and spacious box, carefully put the wine on the table, glanced at the few people present, swallowed unconsciously, and bowed his head respectfully to the man closest to him:

"Mr. Jiang, I wish you and your friends a pleasant meal. Call me if you need anything."

The man called "Boss Jiang" nodded expressionlessly, his gestures were extraordinary, exuding a forceful aura.

The manager stepped back tactfully, and before leaving the box, he glanced at the few people present again.

Just at this time, the woman beside Jiang Jingting suddenly turned her head to talk to him, her profile face was fair and delicate, her features were three-dimensional, and her temperament was cold.

The man in the black suit sitting opposite the two stared at the woman intently.

The light blue eyes are very special.

The manager closed the door, breathed a sigh of relief, walked into the elevator and secretly slandered: I don't know what kind of wind brought the two big bosses from RC and Zhongchen International at the same time today, and it really scared him enough.

But who is that beautiful and delicate woman?Why does it seem to attract the attention of two big shots at the same time?
Recalling the details observed just now, the manager felt that the woman was not simple.

Inside the box.

All the dishes have been served, Qin Wei looked at the grey-haired old man opposite, cleared his throat, smiled and said: "Grandpa, I know you have always liked Chinese food, let's see if today's dishes suit your taste .”

The old man's face was covered with wrinkles, and in the deep-set eye sockets were a pair of vicissitudes of wisdom. Although he was old, he was full of energy, but his overly serious and rigid expression seemed unapproachable.

George looked around, and the hearts of all the people he glanced at tightened. After a while, he snorted coldly: "Very good, I thought you guys had forgotten about me as an old man a long time ago."

The voice is hoarse and vicissitudes, and the words are sonorous and powerful, which shocks people's hearts.

Qin Wei tugged at his niece's arm, "Where, didn't I bring Guoguo to see you?"

"Hi, grandpa, madam."

Qin Guo had always been afraid of this grandpa, so after saying hello, she immediately lowered her head like an ostrich and dared not make a sound.

Gu Zheng took the lead in pouring a glass of red wine for George, and with a slight smile on his lips, he toasted him: "Gu Zheng has never forgotten the kindness of teacher's teaching. I believe that the others will always take the teacher to heart."

He paused, and looked at Jiang Jingting on the opposite side with a pointed gaze.

Although the two have already graduated from UCL and become the leaders of their respective family business empires, Jiang Jingting still restrained all his sharpness when facing his mentor, maintaining the humility of his student days:
"Gu Zheng is right, Zhenzhen and I miss the teacher, so we specially went to UCL to visit you today."

He specially emphasized the word "Zhen Zhen", stretched out his hand to hold Ye Zhen's hand on the table, and cast an encouraging look at her.

Ye Zhen's heart trembled, Jiang Jingting's warm palm wrapped her slightly cool palm, his warmth gave her courage, she finally raised her head and faced George's majestic face:
"Teacher, I haven't seen you for many years. How are you?"

George's face paled slightly, and he looked at the female student who was once highly regarded with complicated eyes. Even though there were thousands of words in his heart, they all turned into a sigh:
"I should ask you this, Jane, you didn't contact me after you dropped out of school, I can only get your news from Jing Ting."

He has been a professor in the school for decades, and he has countless outstanding students. The three who impressed him the most sat at the same table with him.

Needless to say, Jiang Jingting and Gu Zheng are amazingly talented both in business and academically. They have always been influential figures during school, and went to Cambridge and Oxford respectively for further studies after graduation.

It is his pride that the two can become his students.

Only Ye Zhen, who obviously possessed good talents, dropped out of school at the best age, and became the child he regretted and couldn't let go of in his teaching career.

Ye Zhen pursed her lips, feeling sore in her heart, she forced a smile: "Teacher, don't worry, I'm doing fine."

"I quit school that year... I was too willful. I hope you can forgive me."

Her hoarse voice trembled slightly, and Jiang Jingting, who was sitting next to her, immediately heard it. He pursed his thin lips tightly and held her hand even harder.

George withdrew his gaze, but couldn't bear to criticize her after all: "Okay, it's over, I'm glad to see you all grow up."

As a teacher, his greatest wish is that his students can live happily after graduation, and he has no right to interfere with others.

Seeing that the atmosphere was a bit deserted, Qin Wei quickly picked up a piece of meat for George, and took out the contents of the bag with a smile: "Grandpa, Merry Christmas, this is the pen I specially entrusted someone to bring you from Germany."

George's biggest hobby is collecting pens. He glanced at the pens in the eye box, and there was a hint of love in his eyes, but he still had a sullen face: "You don't listen to me, you have to go to Imperial College to see what you are doing now It looks like it."

In his eyes, his granddaughter can achieve more in academics than being the editor-in-chief of a fashion magazine.

Qin Wei rubbed his nose in embarrassment, turned George's favorite dish in front of him, and muttered in a low voice: "How many years have I graduated, why are you still holding on to this?"

The atmosphere gradually became lively, Qin Wei tried his best to open up various topics, and even Jiang Jingting had a smile on his face when he mentioned the time when he was studying.

"Grandpa, don't you know that many girls in our Imperial College forum like them both, and some people suggested stealing one and bringing it to our school..."

As the only junior at the table, Qin Guo was out of tune with the surroundings, but she still pricked up her ears and listened to their past gossip word by word.

The goddess is a student of the great grandfather, which really surprised her.

Now that Ye Zhen is so close, but she can't get in the conversation, what kind of suffering is this?
Thinking of the expensive red wine on the table, she poured herself a glass, but accidentally choked on it, frowned and coughed.

Seeing this, Gu Zheng handed her a handkerchief.

He removed Qin Guo's glass, opened a new bottle of wine and poured it for her, raised his hand, shook the glass and put it in front of her, said with a faint smile, "Little girls are more suitable for drinking this."

When facing outsiders, compared to Jiang Jingting's coldness and inhumanity, Gu Zheng is obviously more easy-going.

I don't know if it was because of the alcohol, but when Qin Guo looked at Gu Zheng's handsome and elegant side face, her cheeks felt a little hot. She lowered her head and murmured, "Thank you..."

Qin Weizheng was talking about the experience of getting acquainted with Ye Zhen, and how she went to George's class pretending to be a UCL student in order to get Ye Zhen's contact information, and was finally caught by George.

She spoke vividly, George was amused and laughed, and the corners of Ye Zhen's mouth couldn't help curling up, and she added a sentence or two from time to time, without the restraint and anxiety at the beginning.

Jiang Jingting sat beside her, looking at her quietly, his eyes were incredibly soft.

Suddenly, Ye Zhen's cell phone rang, and she looked at everyone apologetically: "I'll answer the call, excuse me."

After she closed the door, she slid the answer button: "Hello, Miss Fei..."

"Ye Zhen, Merry Christmas."

Ye Zhen laughed, and walked down the corridor to the bathroom: "Merry Christmas."

After saying her best wishes, Sister Fei went straight to the topic: "When will you be back?"

"In a hurry?"

Sister Fei snorted twice: "What do you mean, tomorrow's schedule is already full, and if you don't come back, you won't be able to make it by the end of the year."

Ye Zhen put the phone on the sink and turned on the hands-free, the water from the faucet washed her hands.

"Understood, I will go back before tomorrow."

"By the way, how about Wei Nuo's fashion show?"

In a place that Sister Fei couldn't see, Ye Zhen felt guilty in her eyes. She lowered her head and wiped her hands, her voice was calm as usual: "It's good, I saw a lot of big people."

"That's good, remember to post a Weibo when you come back."

"Ah."

Ye Zhen looked up after hanging up the phone, but caught off guard and met a pair of light blue eyes in the mirror.

She turned around reflexively: "Gu Zheng?"