The domineering president meets her

Su Yin was startled and turned around quickly, only to see the man sitting quietly beside her, staring at her with a pair of deep eyes. His eyes revealed an unpredictable emotion, as if hiding countless secrets.

"Are you still in contact with him?" the man suddenly asked in a low and magnetic voice.

After saying this, Su Yin put away her phone, then looked up and rolled her eyes at him: "Mr. Fu, you are too nosy! It seems that who I contact is none of your business."

Is it true that you are the only one allowed to have a fiancée, but I can't have normal friends outside?

After saying this, Su Yin deliberately blinked, with a sly light flashing in his eyes.

However, facing her provocation, the man showed no sign of anger.

On the contrary, he just narrowed his narrow and deep eyes slightly, and a smile appeared at the corner of his mouth. He said softly: "Really? But I want to remind you that some things are not as simple as you think."

The car drove into Beilaishun Restaurant in Wangfujing, the most famous restaurant in the entire imperial capital.

Su Yin remembered that he once said that his engagement party was going to be held here, so what was the meaning of bringing her here for dinner?

Never mind, it would be a waste if you don’t eat it.

When the store manager saw Fu Shi coming, he hurried to the door to greet them and personally escorted them to the private room.

The dishes were served one after another, but each portion was very small. The small samples were only enough for two people to eat a few bites. Fortunately, there were enough to almost fill the table.

"Try it and see which ones suit your taste." The man who had been gloomy all the way finally looked relieved and poured a bowl of soup and placed it next to her.

He booked the restaurant and it must have been his idea to serve the dishes.

Su Yin ate some white rice and picked up a piece of stir-fried beef, braised duck in sauce, and squirrel fish.

The man watched her index finger move, and happily wiped the rice grains from the corners of her mouth: "Does it suit your taste?"

Su Yin hummed, lowered her head and continued to eat. Seeing that he didn't move his chopsticks, she called him, "Eat quickly, it won't taste good if it gets cold."

After saying that, she ignored him and buried her head in eating. Only after she was full did she have the energy to settle the score with him.

"If it's good, eat more." The man didn't respond, but calmly turned a dish of grilled oysters with garlic and braised prawns to the other side.

Su Yin paused holding the chopsticks.

She never eats these.

In fact, it’s not like I don’t eat at all.

When she was a child, her mother loved to eat. When she took her out to make a living, if she earned extra money, she would buy some seafood, shrimps and other snacks. That was what she ate at that time.

"The guests will come from all over the world, so all kinds of cuisines will be catered for." Watching him explain, Su Yin understood that he was paying attention to the reason why she didn't eat shrimp.

Su Yin tried her best to hide the heat in her eyes and concentrated on eating.

After finishing her meal quietly, Su Yin got into the car. After a while, she felt tired. She slowly closed her eyes and gradually fell asleep. In her dream, time seemed to pass very slowly and everything became blurry.

When Su Yin opened her eyes again, she was shocked by the scene in front of her.

She rubbed her sleepy eyes and was surprised to find that night had fallen, the lights were on, and the whole city was illuminated. At this moment, the car had stopped in front of a bridal shop without her knowing.

Suddenly, she realized that she had slept for so long in the car, and the man next to her didn't wake her up. She complained a little dissatisfiedly: "Ah, you didn't even call me when you arrived."

There was a hint of anger and blame in her voice, and she quickly got out of the car, ignoring the man who was staring at her.

Although I hate Manager Qiao, I have already agreed to come and choose clothes, and it would be wrong to be late again.

I hurried in and saw Qiao Jinxi sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling window, flipping through a wedding photo album in her hand.

"Sorry, I'm late."

Qiao Jinxi glanced at the man behind her, but she didn't want to get angry or say anything. She pretended to be casual and said, "I just got here too."

In fact, I was thinking in my heart: You just arrived, Su Yin, you damn bitch!

I really don't know what the man who was trying to seduce me did in the car. I came to the bridal shop early in the morning with great joy and waited for half a day. I finally saw the man's car parked in front of the bridal shop, but no matter how I knocked on the window or the door, the driver refused to drive. I had to sit on the bench in this shop for nearly three hours.

The clerk had already been notified that Mr. Fu was coming, and was waiting in the store: "Mr. Fu, Miss Qiao, Miss Su."

Since they haven't gotten engaged yet, they can't call her Mrs. Fu. Rich families are the most difficult to serve, and if they say the wrong thing by mistake, it will bring trouble.

It is most appropriate to call her Miss Qiao in terms of both emotion and reason.

The store manager personally led them to the dress area, which was where Miss Qiao had her eyes on some fifteen dresses that were custom-made in Europe. Choosing three of them was very expensive.

After all, the Fu family is a veritable powerful and noble family, and even the engagement banquet must be glamorous and beautiful, and there must be no mistakes.

"Brother Fu, which ones do you think are good-looking?"

At this moment, the man standing aside said nothing, and Qiao Jinxi felt extremely embarrassed, and her cheeks turned red in an instant.

Seeing this, the clever store manager immediately thought and said quickly, "Ms. Qiao's vision is indeed unique and extraordinary. As the saying goes, a person's character is reflected in his clothes! Then, can I take Mr. Fu to the men's area next door to try on the suits first?"

Qiao Jinxi hurriedly covered up her embarrassment, pointed to the white dress on the shelf, and then turned to Su Yin and asked, "Su Yin, what do you think of this white one? It's really beautiful, but I think the scarlet one is also very good. What do you think?"

Su Yin nodded: "White, it will suit your temperament better."

Sitting on the sofa next to the window, flipping through a fashion magazine, the reserved and abstinent man finally spoke: "Try all fifteen outfits, and then take photos of the outfits after putting on makeup. I want to see the results."

Qiao Jinxi immediately smiled and looked proudly at Su Yin, who looked unhappy. He thought: Bitch, you see, in the end this man still has to be on my side.

After the demonstration, she proudly followed the clerk into the makeup area with her head held high.

Shortly afterwards.

A clerk came forward and said, "Mr. Fu, these are the three sets of Mr. Fan's new works that you ordered. Would you like to give them to Miss Qiao to try or...?"

Mr. Fan is an internationally renowned fashion designer. No matter how many wealthy daughters there are at home and abroad, none of them can ask him to design a dress for them.

He pointed at Su Yin casually and said, "Give her a try."