Fancy Manual for Teasing the Male God

Duan Yingyi must want to go to Qin Wansha's initiative to invite dinner.

Just as Duan Yingyi was about to let Qin Wansha sit for a while, and he went out to eat together after finishing his work, Qin Wansha called in front of Duan Yingyi and ordered a takeaway.

Duan Yingyi:...

Qin Wansha hung up the phone very naturally, then calmly sat on the sofa on one side, and took out an entertainment magazine to read it. Finally, she glanced at Duan Yingyi: "Do you still have a lot of work? It depends on what I do."

Duan Yingyi stood upright in place: "Your birthday... shouldn't you celebrate it."

Qin Wansha raised her eyebrows: "I'm in a treat, I have the final say, and, is it different where to eat."

With Qin Wansha's eyes offensive, Duan Yingyi had to sit back in his boss chair obediently, picked up the unprocessed document to cover his face, and after a long while, quietly revealed a pleasant smile behind the document.

Just like what Qin Wansha said, when two people are alone, the place to eat is not so important.

A hotel with a romantic atmosphere is naturally good, but when it comes to privacy and security, it is really not as secure as the AJC president’s office.

Those old people from the Duan family wanted to reach his office, but it was not so easy.

Qin Wansha's order for the takeaway came at a coincidental time. Just when Duan Yingyi finished processing the last document, the general secretary broke into the inside line and said that the takeaway was delivered.

Regarding food, Qin Wansha would naturally not be embarrassed by herself. All she ordered was a table of noodles in the best hotels in City A.

When the food was delivered, Qin Wansha could not escape, and calmly sat on the sofa, accepting the onlookers of many people in the secretary department.

When everyone retired and only Duan Yingyi and her were left in the room, Qin Wansha put down the entertainment magazine that he did not know how many years ago, and laid it aside.

"Your magazine is really long enough." Qin Wansha said silently.

Duan Yingyi just finished his official duties, loosened his tie, and walked over: "Eat—let's."

In Duan Yingyi's words, there was a sudden pause when he saw the photos of Qin Wansha's magazine.

Not because of anything else, but the photo above, which is exactly his own wedding photo, and the huge eye-catching headline is the news of his wife who unfortunately passed away during childbirth many years ago.

Duan Yingyi's pupils shrank suddenly, and for some reason he glanced at Qin Wansha with some guilty conscience: "..."

Qin Wansha stood up at this moment and said lightly: "Let's eat."

With that said, Qin Wansha first walked to the coffee table full of food, and casually sat on the carpet with her legs crossed.

Duan Yingyi blamed himself for being careless in his heart, even though he didn't even let the general secretary put away this kind of magazine, while sitting opposite Qin Wansha.

He glanced at Qin Wansha'inadvertently', and Duan Yingyi felt a little strange when he saw Qin Wansha's expression unchanged.

"That's my ex-wife." Duan Yingyi said in a deep voice.

Qin Wansha nodded, and said lightly: "I know, it was written in the report, it's pretty, no wonder you didn't marry her."

As he said, he also deliberately raised his eyebrows and glanced at Duan Yingyi, his eyes and expressions were full of playfulness.

Qin Wansha's tone was very normal, so normal that Duan Yingyi was a little bit sad, but after thinking about it, it was because of her partial hearing and belief.