Nightclub, your daughter-in-law has lost her vest again

So far, Leon's words are very consistent with his identity, but Ye Yunqiu always feels that there is something wrong here. After watching Leon leave his field of vision, he immediately looks at Secretary Cheng who appeared at the other end of the corridor.

"Sir, why do you want to buy a villa again? Didn't you just buy a villa in Paris a few days ago? You and your wife don't often come to Provence. If you buy it, this villa will probably be vacant."

Even though Leon was gone, Ye Yunqiu's vigilance still did not let go, he winked at him, motioning him to come out with him.

The two returned to the car under the guise of taking a walk, and Ye Yunqiu's eyes fell on this magnificent villa that seemed extremely out of place with the surroundings, "Do you feel something is wrong?"

"What's wrong?"

"Don't you think this villa shouldn't be here?"

His eyes sank slightly, and Ye Yunqiu also hoped that he was thinking too much, but when he thought of the expensive decorations and ornaments in the villa, he still felt that there was a problem: "Even the handrails of the stairs are painted with piano paint. Even the handrails cost hundreds of thousands. And he is just the owner of a small wine estate, even if he mortgages the real estate, he still feels that he can’t get enough money to build such a villa.”

"But it's the first time we've met him, so there's no need for him to lie to us."

Still thinking that there would not be too much risk, Cheng Qingshu persuaded him in a low voice: "Sir, could it be that you are too sensitive?"

"hope so."

Ye Yunqiu glanced at Leon who was cleaning the courtyard not far away, his eyes seemed to pass by his side intentionally or unintentionally, his face changed into a satisfied expression, and what he said was: "Wake up tonight Take it easy. We'll be leaving early tomorrow morning."

As he was talking, Leon walked towards this side, Ye Yunqiu pretended not to see it, until he knocked on the window, his face was full of guilt: "Sorry, I was talking to my secretary just now Tell me about your intention to acquire your villa, but my secretary doesn't seem to agree with my decision."

"Ah, indeed, Mr. has just purchased several properties, and now he is buying another one. I doubt whether he is spending rationally."

Quickly explaining his position in English, Cheng Qingshu was startled when he saw the French man who suddenly appeared, and he even vaguely believed the CEO's suspicion in his heart.

"It's time for dinner, and it's time to eat. I don't know if the chef's craftsmanship suits your appetite."

Not minding the offense in Ye Yunqiu's words at all, Leon smiled, and Ye Yunqiu could only get out of the car with his friendly smile, but he became more and more wary of this person.

I thought today's dinner was French food, but I didn't expect that there were several Chinese dishes. Jin Yuran had already gone downstairs at this time, and she exclaimed exaggeratedly: "Husband, look! There are Chinese dishes!"

"It seems that the chef in your family in Leon is really good. My wife has the most tricky appetite, and none of the five-star chefs hired by the family can make her make such a surprise cry."

"The chef in my family once learned to cook in a Chinese restaurant, and now it seems that it is for today's reunion."

Leon is the master. After he sat down on the main seat, the rest of the people sat down. Jin Yuran couldn't wait to speak, but was interrupted by Ye Yunqiu. She looked at him aggrievedly: "Husband, why don't you let me?" I eat? I'm almost starving!"

"Where is the reason that you can move your chopsticks first if the host doesn't move them? And Leon has a different belief from ours. They usually pray before eating."

With a faint smile, Ye Yunqiu cast his eyes to Leon, and the expression of guilt on his face almost overflowed: "Sorry, my wife's personality is like a child's, I'm sorry to disturb you, please go first."

Ye Yunqiu's politeness made Jin Yulan feel a little strange. This brother-in-law had never been so polite to anyone before. She tried her best to control her inquiring eyes, and then looked at Leon, the friendly and hospitable Frenchman with a smile on his face. middle-aged man.

"Indeed, I haven't said my prayers yet."

Smiling, Leon didn't mind Jin Yuran's offense just now. After he finished praying, he picked up a spoon to scoop up a spoonful of Chinese vegetables and put it into his mouth. It's good, do you want to try it too?"

"of course."

Seeing him eating calmly, the wariness in Ye Yunqiu's heart finally dissipated a little, and he looked at Jin Yuran: "Okay, now you can eat."

"Husband is really weird."

Jin Yuran complained a little, and then started to eat normally. She just took two bites of the dish, and she squinted her eyes because of the deliciousness: "It's delicious! It's even better than what I ate in Paris before. , husband, what is going on here? Why is the food cooked casually here better than the chef at home? "

"It seems that the chef at home is too poor."

Wiping a grain of rice from the corner of her mouth for her, Ye Yunqiu's eyes darkened almost invisibly, "I will hire another one after I go back."

"We are lucky to be able to eat such authentic Chinese food in France."

Jin Yulan also took a sip and found that it was exactly as Jin Yuran said. She was suspicious, but she still looked at Leon with gratitude on her face: "Can you introduce this chef to us? I am very grateful to him." Curious, it is really rare that a Frenchman can make Chinese food so delicious."

"He's not French... well, I mean, he's actually from the same place as you."

He faltered a little while speaking, Ye Yunqiu narrowed his eyes and looked at Leon who was sweating from his forehead, and pretended to remind him kindly: "Leon, you are sweating, it seems that you should ventilate. The restaurant is too stuffy."

"Yes, I have a problem with sweating."

After speaking, Leon picked up the napkin at hand and wiped his sweat, then opened the window as Ye Yunqiu said, and when he came back, his expression returned to normal, "If you want to see this If it’s the chef, I’ll recommend it for you after the meal.”

"Thank you."

Jin Yuran and Jin Yurou didn't notice the ups and downs at the table at all. Both of them were hungry and ate heartily. Jin Yurou even lost the image of a lady she had always insisted on, and said while eating: "This is the best meal I've eaten since I came to France. A satisfying meal, if it were in a restaurant, I think it would be worth a hundred francs."

"Sister, didn't you say you want to lose weight? Why do you still eat so much at night?"

Seeing Jin Yuran eating hard, Jin Yulan was a little impatient. She first kicked Jin Yurou beside her to signal her to eat less, and then looked at Jin Yuran again.