Getting married by mistake: the president's sweet wife

The expression on Chu Zhou's face froze for a second, "Take him...for dinner?"

Qin Shu nodded, showing helplessness again.

"The old man is a gourmet fanatic. He is very picky about what he eats. He only goes to famous restaurants or century-old restaurants. The consumption in Kyoto is already high, and such places are even more expensive. The key is that he has three meals a day, and he also has morning tea. , afternoon tea, and even supper for him."

When Qin Shu said this, he sighed, with a capitalized poor character on his face, "Second Uncle, according to the way that old man Shen Mu eats, let me be responsible for his food expenses for a month, and I must eat to the point of bankruptcy. , So, I have no choice but to ask you for help."

Chu Zhou didn't expect Shen Mu's request to be this, he said jokingly: "No problem, I'll pay for it, you can settle him with peace of mind!"

The corners of Qin Shu's lips curved slightly, and he said gratefully: "Then I will thank Second Uncle first!"

Finally, when Chu Zhou went out, he left her a bank card and password.

Qin Shu tidied up the teacups on the table, looked at the untouched tea in Chuzhou's cup, and was taken aback for a moment.

It seems that the second uncle doesn't like tea with peppercorns very much.

She put away the bank card, thinking in her heart that the second uncle gave generously, and she must treat him to a meal another day to express her gratitude.

Qin Shu packed up his things and prepared to go to bed.

At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me that there was still a message waiting to be answered on the phone.

She opened WeChat and found the message that Yanjiang had sent her earlier.

Although that idiot is Master Yan's son, he is very kind and upright in nature, which is quite surprising.

Moreover, Yan Jiang made trouble at the auction that day, Master Yan just asked people to take him back to guard him, and did not severely punish him. It can be seen that he still loves Yan Jiang's youngest son very much.

Perhaps, Yanjiang is a good choice to be close to the Yan family.

There was a gleam in Qin Shu's eyes, and he tapped the screen with his fingertips, and replied Yan Jiang with a word: [Okay. 】

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It was cold and windy, and the twilight was thick.

In the suburbs, a dark gray villa stands tall.

The layout looks low-key and ordinary, but in fact, every dark part of the villa is covered with strict security guards, and ordinary people can't get in at all.

A car drove into the villa slowly and silently, and stopped on the parking lot in the front yard.

The headlights went out, and a gray figure got out of the car cautiously, looking around.

It was the first time for Pan Zhongyu to come to this place, and he was invited by Mr. Yan, so he was naturally a little nervous.

The butler beside him said, "Old Yan has been waiting for you for a long time, please."

Hearing this, he quickly withdrew his scrutiny, followed the butler and walked in through the side door.

The wall lamps on the wall are slightly dim, barely illuminating the vintage patterns carved on the wall.

A long corridor leads directly to the door at the end with a dim light.

Pan Zhongyu walked in with the butler. The floor was covered with a thick cashmere carpet. Every step he stepped on was soft and soundless.

The already uneasy emotions were infinitely magnified in this silence.

His heart was beating like a beating, and before he knew it, a layer of wet sweat appeared on his palms.

Finally, arrived outside the door.

The door was ajar, the housekeeper knocked on the door and said respectfully: "Old Yan, someone is here."

"Come in." Master Yan's muddy voice came from inside.

The butler pushed open the door and motioned to Pan Zhongyu, but he himself took half a step back.

Only Pan Zhongyu was the one Master Yan wanted to see.