Gu Yi took her hand, "Miss Wen, hello."
"President Gu, please take a seat."
Gu Yi sat down as instructed and asked, "May I know the reason Miss Wen wanted to et with today?"
"To be honest, it was you, President Gu, who asked to co here."
The confusion cloaking his heart intensified, and Gu Yi uttered an "Ah," "What do you an?"
"Please cooperate with during this al later on."
"How should I cooperate?" Gu Yi asked. "Do all of you Hua Country people love playing guessing gas like this?"
"Exactly."
Wen Qiao smiled mysteriously and then, amidst Gu Yi’s increasingly baffled expression, sent a ssage to Fu Jinghen—
[Qiaoqiao’s not full: Dear President Fu, where are you now?]
[Fu Jinghen: On my way, fifteen minutes.]
Fu Jinghen said it would be fifteen minutes, but Wen Qiao tid it and in about seven or eight minutes, Fu Jinghen had pushed open the private room’s door.
Gu Yi looked at the "uninvited guest" in surprise, mouth agape, and it took him a good while to co to his senses.
"Fu? Why are you here?"
Fu Jinghen walked in, shook hands with Gu Yi, then sat down next to Wen Qiao and explained, "Our company’s artists lack experience in social gatherings, and are a bit scared, so I ca to check on things."
Wen Qiao glared at him.
Who is scared?
Who is scared??
I am taking precautions!
Understand?
If you don’t understand, then don’t talk nonsense.
However, Wen Qiao’s series of ntal reactions were imdiately packed up and tossed into a corner when Fu Jinghen looked at her.
Wen Qiao felt helpless about her own subconscious cowardly behavior.
Maybe this was the pressure that cos from soone at the top of the pyramid.
Gu Yi, however, clearly sensed sothing strange, "Fu, what exactly are you two up to?"
At that mont, soone knocked on the private room’s door again. Thinking it was the waiter coming to serve dishes, Wen Qiao quickly patted Fu Jinghen’s arm, "Go hide behind the screen."
Fu Jinghen dissatisfied, "Why?"
Gu Yi curious, "Why?"
"Who knows if this waiter will report back to the mastermind behind the scenes," Wen Qiao, seeing Fu Jinghen unmoving, directly pushed him, "Go on, hurry up!"
Fu Jinghen looked at her, reluctantly got up, and walked behind the screen—
And hid.
Of course, that was just Wen Qiao’s interpretation.
He, President Fu, would absolutely not admit to the action of "hiding."
"Please co in."
Following Wen Qiao’s words, the door of the private room was pushed open from the outside, and the waiter rolled in a cart, placing beautifully prepared dishes on the table.
"Enjoy your al."
The door closed behind the waiter and without waiting for Wen Qiao to speak, Fu Jinghen ca out from behind the screen and sat down next to her again.
The opposite Gu Yi was close to being driven mad by this bizarre scene, but after asking "What exactly is going on now?" for a long ti, no one answered his question.
He could only give up inquiring and quietly ate his food.
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On the other side, Jiang Wei and Blanche, tired from shopping, decided to look for a place to eat. Looking around, Jiang Wei said, "There’s a new couples’ restaurant nearby that I’ve heard is quite good from friends. Shall we try it?"
Blanche, visiting Jiang City for the first ti, naturally wouldn’t refuse Jiang Wei’s suggestion.
Carrying their shopping bags, the two made their way to the restaurant. Along the way, Jiang Wei asked casually, "Your fiancé doesn’t have ti to accompany you today?"
"He has a business dinner."
Jiang Wei asked, "A business dinner is more important than going shopping with you?"
Blanche humphed twice, "In his heart, anything is more important than , but it doesn’t matter, I’m also very happy shopping with you."
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