1704: I'm more interested in President Wen than little President su (Wen mu)

I'm more interested in President Wen than little President su (Wen mu)

When they arrived at the restaurant, Luo tingshen found a seat and the two of them sat down.2

Luo tingshen looked at the menu and said to Wen Yu, who was sitting opposite him,""President Wen, please feel free to eat whatever you want!"

Wen Yu was about to say something when she suddenly realized that mu Zichen had walked in and was walking toward her. Her brows furrowed instantly. Was this person here to cause trouble?

Luo tingshen, who was ordering at the side, naturally noticed Wen Yu's strange behavior. His gaze fell on mu Zichen, and his hand that was flipping through the menu paused slightly.

What Wen Yu did not expect was that although mu Zichen was walking toward her, she was actually going to the table behind her.

Her expression changed. She was angry, but she couldn't vent it. He came here to eat lunch. She couldn't say that she didn't let him eat, right? she didn't understand what he was trying to do.

"Do you want to go to another restaurant?" Luo tingshen suddenly opened his mouth.

Wen Yu looked at the man in front of him. He was really an understanding person. Thinking back to the scene he had seen that night, he had probably guessed something.

"No need," she said indifferently,"I heard the steak here is pretty good."

"En!" Luo tingshen nodded and started to order."There's a Japan Kobe steak here that's pretty good. Do you want to try it?"

"As you wish!" Wen Yu said indifferently. Thinking that mu Zichen was sitting behind her, she was destined to not enjoy the meal.

"How well done?" Luo tingshen asked again.

"Eight points," replied Wen Chao.

"This kind of steak will taste better if it's medium well." Luo tingshen suggested.

Wen Yu nodded." 70% then."

Luo tingshen smiled and continued to order other food. He even ordered a bottle of red wine.

On the other side, mu Zichen's gaze was fixed on Wen Yu and Luo tingshen, so much so that she had neglected the waiter beside her.

"Sir, what would you like to order?" The waiter reminded him again.

Mu Zichen waved his hand and wanted the waiter not to disturb him, but he thought about it again. They were in a restaurant, and it would not be good if he did not order anything.

"The same as the lady over there," he said.

Wen Yu's expression turned ugly when he heard mu Zichen's voice from behind. Didn't stalkers like to choose according to the preferences of the person they were following?

President Wen, it's my honor to be able to have a meal with you." Luo tingshen raised his cup and said.

Wen Yu picked up his glass and clinked it with his."I hope we have a happy cooperation."

Luo ting took a deep sip and put down his wine glass. He looked at Wen Yu and said with a smile,""I heard that you were working at Longshine's headquarters."

"Yes, I'm young President SU's assistant. Young President su is busy, so I usually handle things on his behalf," Wen Yu smiled and said,"you're not trying to find out more about our little President su, are you?"

Of course not, you've misunderstood, CEO Wen." Luo tingshen smiled."I'm more interested in President Wen than little President su."

Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and was about to speak.

Suddenly, there was the sound of glass breaking behind them. Something had fallen to the ground and shattered.

"Sir, I hope I didn't hurt you. I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" The waiter apologized profusely.

Wen Yu frowned slightly. She turned around and saw a broken glass of red wine by mu Zichen's feet. Red wine was scattered all over the floor, and a waitress was holding a tissue to help him wipe the red wine on his clothes. The corners of her lips curled up slightly. He had even come all the way here to find a woman. To think that she thought he was here to follow her. It seemed like she was overthinking things.

The moment she turned around, mu Zichen's angry voice came from behind her."What are you doing? do you have any manners? who allowed you to touch me? get your manager here!"

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