Dressed like a real daughter, she leads a billionaire CEO to abuse a wealthy family

Ye Lan has a photographic memory and will remember even a code that was briefly exchanged on the public screen, not to mention that in every subsequent live broadcast, this code will give her a gift at the beginning.

Thinking about it carefully, the result of the fortune calculation was indeed very similar to the man opposite.

Thinking about it this way, the unexpected bowl of dessert at Xiao's auction and the first encounter at the police station all make sense.

But then she narrowed her eyes again and said meaningfully: "Then what do you want to gain from helping me?"

A fortune teller who could save people's lives across an ocean and predict future fortunes and disasters was of great value.

Because of this sentence, the atmosphere in the carriage condensed slightly and fell into a brief silence.

Xiao Yunting didn't let her wait long before giving the answer.

"It happened before." The man's voice was low and sexy, slowly flowing through the car like an elegant cello sound, shaking people's heartstrings, "But not now."

His eyes met Ye Lan's, his deep eyes as vast as the sea, bottomless. He was supposed to be an unpredictable person, but at this moment he was inexplicably convincing.

In short, Ye Lan himself didn't realize it at that moment, and deep down he was relieved at the answer.

"Oh."

After asking this embarrassing question, she didn't know how to answer the question, so she simply turned her head and looked out the window.

Xiao Yunting continued to deal with work matters, but the progress was slow and he was a little distracted.

He is a businessman. When he discovers the identity of the girl in front of him, his first instinct is to win over and cultivate her, so he has a bowl of desserts from Xiao's Auction Restaurant and follows her every live broadcast.

But when did this all become different?

It was the first time he met him at the police station, his thin back standing alone in the crowd, the serious expression on his face as he sincerely thanked him in the car, or the moment when he offered to treat him in front of the Golden Coast gate out of gratitude... In his reaction When I came here, I no longer wanted to define their relationship with commercial interests.

It's good to keep it simple about being a savior and repaying a favor.

The car slid forward silently, and the driver in front was scratching his head again.

This happens every time. Can my boss take the initiative and stop chatting to death all the time? !

He was roaring in his heart all the way back to the Golden Coast. It was already close to seven o'clock in the evening.

As soon as we got off the car, the secretary brought today's dessert.

"Thank you." Ye Lan took it, nodded slightly and said thank you, then picked up the things and left.

The secretary was kicked in the back by the driver for no apparent reason.

He looked back and saw the driver winking, and he was speechless when he remembered what the driver had told him two days ago that his boss was interested in Ye Lan and asked him to help match him.

Sure enough, people like to think nonsense when they get older.

He didn't want to pay attention, but the driver stepped on his feet from behind.

The secretary was in so much pain that she couldn't bear it and finally said a second before the girl entered the door: "Boss, the chef from the Royal Kitchen Fang is here tonight. He has tried out many new products, some of which are made according to Miss Ye's taste. I want to invite Ye now." Miss, would you like to taste it together?"

As soon as he finished speaking, his feet no longer hurt, but he was so sweaty that he was holding his tail between his legs.

Although he is an old man who follows his boss, he also knows that the other party will adopt some work suggestions as long as they are pertinent, and he will not talk about it.

But in matters of private life, the boss never likes his subordinates to interfere without a sense of boundaries, especially because he has severe mysophobia. Not to mention his friends and family members, he has never eaten at the same table.

Thinking of this, he felt that he had said the wrong thing and was going to die.

This proposal would never have been approved in the first place.

"can."

Ok?

The secretary suddenly raised his head with a look of disbelief on his face, almost doubting that he had heard wrongly.

But when Xiao Yunting walked a few steps away, he paused, turned his head to look at the girl, and extended an invitation, "Are you going?"

Even the usually indifferent voice seemed to have warmth.

Ye Lan in front of the door did not notice the turmoil in the secretary's heart at all. When he heard about Yuchufang, his eyes lit up.

"Okay." She responded, turned around and followed Xiao Yunting.

Ah Yue pouted dissatisfiedly from behind and muttered: "I can't walk when I hear something delicious. Sooner or later, I'll be kidnapped."

What I was actually thinking was, could her cooking skills be inferior to that of Lao Shizi's Royal Kitchen? !

Of course, if Ye Lan heard her voice, he would explain it to her very patiently - that would naturally be incomparable.

As the name suggests, the Royal Kitchen Fang was the royal chef of the old palace.

Although the imperial system has ended, the nobles still used their financial resources to pass on the royal chef lineage, and it has developed into the world's top delicacies, surpassing Michelin's three stars.

When Ye Lan was in Xuanzong, he used people from Yuchufang, so he naturally knew how good his craftsmanship was.

The two went to the villa next door. The interior of the Gothic-style building seemed empty and lonely, and the dining table alone was four or five meters long.

But in order to save unnecessary trouble in distributing dishes, they both sat on the same side.

"Boss, the results of the discussions in several meetings this afternoon have been sorted out..."

Because Xiao Yunting was absent from work in the afternoon, before dinner, the secretary was making a meeting report. At the same time, he was also preoccupied with observing the two people sitting very close to each other. It took all his years of professionalism to not let him go. My jaw dropped to the floor.

"Okay, let's talk after dinner." Xiao Yunting suddenly interrupted the reporting process.

The secretary was stunned and slightly surprised.

My boss is a 24-hour working machine. It is common to make reports before meals. Why is it so unusual today...

His eyes couldn't help but fall on the girl on one side. Seeing her bored look, his breathing froze.

Could the boss be for her? !

Unfortunately, before I had time to take a second look, the kitchen had already begun to serve dishes.

"Then I'll come back in the evening." The secretary closed the document, bowed and prepared to leave.

Just at this time, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly caught sight of a tall man with an upright posture standing up and filling a bowl of soup, and then placed it in front of the girl.

"!!!"

The secretary could no longer control his facial expression, and quickly walked out of the dining room with his head lowered. When he saw the driver outside the garden, he murmured in a daze: "Maybe you are right, we must serve Miss Ye more wholeheartedly in the future. "

The specifications must be the same as those of the hostess.

The two people in the villa didn't know that the subordinates outside were already thinking all over the place.

"Thank you." Ye Lan expressed her gratitude to the man for his thoughtfulness, but also added distantly: "I can do it myself."

Xiao Yunting's expression did not change when he heard this. After sitting down again, he said in an indifferent voice: "Is your hand okay?"

Ye Lan held the hand on the edge of the bowl and looked at the person beside him in surprise. Unexpectedly, the other person noticed that he was injured.

She lightly lifted up her sleeves to expose her forearm, and saw a line of black runes on her smooth, jade-like skin, which looked like it had been burned and embedded in her flesh. It looked particularly terrifying.