High cold male god, sweet and warm

Chapter 882 President Yan (1)

The bottom of his heart is exhaled.

At this moment, the gaze from the corner of the eye met the gaze of the boy who had fallen over.

Lin Zhaoxia raised the corners of her lips, giving a message that she knew everything and didn't have to worry, making Yang Moyan turn her head away.

otherwise.

At this time, it gradually became quiet inside.

Everyone in the private room also looked towards the door.

If the quiet time is too long, the atmosphere will be awkward.

Fortunately, this situation did not last long.

A thin middle-aged man wearing a suit leather collar and glasses stood up from the head seat of the table in the middle of the private room and walked slowly towards this side.

"Young Master Yang? I have long admired your name."

The man said, holding out his hand.

Yang Moyan glanced at the person who was walking towards him and stretched out his left hand invisibly.

However, Yang Moyan, who has always been obsessed with cleanliness and never shook hands with anyone easily, maintained his habitual indifference and nobleness, his voice was still indifferent, but he spoke objectively, "Mr. Yan is the younger generation, Yang Moyan. I have heard of it and admired it for a long time."

The assistant took a step forward, shaking hands on behalf of his young master, just like the previous occasion.

Then Mr. Yan also knew about Yang Moyan's habit, not to mention who in the circle didn't know?
After a slight shake with the assistant, he took it back and led a few people inside.

After being seated, the attendants in the room began to pour tea with great discernment, and the three cups were placed in front of assistants Yang Moyan and Lin Zhaoxia in turn.

Mr. Yan smiled very politely, "You three take it easy, drink tea first, and then we'll talk about the plan."

Tea is green tea.

Yang Moyan looked at the tea, the faint tea fragrance was wafting, and the teacup was even warmer, which proved that this cup of green tea was also at the right temperature.

If you drink it at this time, it will definitely leave your lips and teeth fragrant.

But knowing that this dinner was dangerous at every step from the moment he entered the door, and surrounded by many traps, Yang Moyan, who could control all the power, couldn't help becoming vigilant in his heart.

There are teenagers by my side.

He didn't dare to make any bets.

Is there any problem with this tea?

He didn't even want to touch it.

The teacup was twirling lightly at the fingertips.

Mr. Yan has been staring at this side all the time.

Lin Zhaoxia saw that Yang Moyan didn't touch the tea, and she didn't touch it at all.

The assistant just lowered his head and flipped through the files in the folder he was carrying, waiting.

Mr. Yan only felt that the situation in front of him was really interesting.

She raised her eyebrows and said, "Young Master Yang, why don't you look down on the tea that I, Mr. Yan, brought up?"

"No." Yang Moyan paused with his fingertips, and then continued to turn the teacup a few times, "Mr. Yan doesn't know, the younger generation has a lot of stomach problems recently. Just by smelling this tea, you know it's a good cup of tea, but it's a pity The juniors don't have that kind of luck, so I'm afraid they won't be able to respect the respected President Yan."

Yang Moyan's words were also beautiful, and Boss Yan couldn't find anything.

It's just that he seemed very happy to be coaxed by some words of Yang Moyan, and even the tone of his mouth changed a lot, "I didn't think carefully. Your father and I are very good friends , and you are your father's son, why don't you just call me Uncle Yan, Mr. Yan makes me look old when he calls me Uncle Yan."

Yang Moyan answered naturally, "Uncle Yan."

Mr. Yan laughed immediately, and then his eyes fell on Lin Zhaoxia.

"Where's this one? Won't Xiaoyan introduce you?"

Yang Moyan looked sideways at the young man sitting beside him.

(End of this chapter)