The petite little wife: don't misunderstand the proud president

If you can't swallow this breath, you have to swallow it, and you have to endure the glare, because Lan Xinhui really has nothing to do with him. Thinking of this, Wang Zichen was so depressed that he died.

"Brother, I'm a little hungry," Miao Miaomiao said, "Is there any good restaurant nearby, save my papery stomach!"

"Yes, it's just ahead." Wang Zichen pointed to the direction he came from before, and he looked at Lan Xinhui: "Mr. Lan..." Why is it so distant and awkward? !

Lan Xinhui's gaze finally turned to him, and he locked her gaze: "There is a delicious restaurant in front, let's have lunch together..." Although he was reluctant, he politely added: " Boss Wen also come together."

"No thanks!"

"No thanks!"

Lan Xinhui and Wen Jianshu actually spoke in unison again. After they finished speaking, they couldn't help but looked at each other and smiled again.

Seeing it, Wang Zichen felt as if his seven orifices were going to smoke, but he had no choice but to hold back.

"You may not find such a good restaurant in other places." He pretended to say casually.

"It's okay," Lan Xinhui said, "Let's just find a place and eat whatever we want."

After finishing speaking, she turned to Wen Jianshu: "Eat whatever you want, don't you mind?"

"It's okay," Wen Jianshu said with a smile, "I'm also wanting to eat some special food here... This alley seems to be a food street. Let's go find something to eat."

"Special food, I want to go too!" Miao Miaomiao pulled Wang Zichen: "Shall we go to the food street too?"

Normally, Wang Zichen would definitely refuse, "Your papery stomach, eating indiscriminately, can it bear it?"

However, at this moment, he didn't say anything, and was dragged by Miao Miaomiao to follow Lan Xinhui and the others towards the food street.

"The food here looks delicious!" After entering the food street, Lan Xinhui looked at the dazzling array of small shops and delicacies, and said, "Why don't you go to a random shop and eat something."

"Go a little further," Wen Jianshu said, "there is a store in front with a better environment, with better food and more varieties."

"How do you know?" Lan Xinhui asked in surprise, "Have you ever been here?"

"I used to come here when I was very young, so I don't have much memory," Wen Jianshu said with a smile: "I read the strategy online last night."

"You actually read the guide on the Internet?!" Lan Xinhui looked at him in surprise, her big watery eyes gleaming at him.

Her unintentional performance made Wang Zichen's teeth itch, but he couldn't get angry, so he had to endure it, and followed them into a shop called "Locals" resentfully.

The environment of that small shop is indeed better, and the business is also very good.When they entered, there was only one table for four people left, so Wang Zichen and the others justifiably shared the table with Lan Xinhui and the others.

The small shop is semi-self-service, and tea and seasonings are placed on a long table in the corner for customers to pick themselves up.

After Wen Jianshu pulled out the chair for Lan Xinhui to sit down, he asked her to sit and wait, and he went to make some tea.

Wang Zichen sat down opposite Lan Xinhui, Lan Xinhui didn't look at him, but turned his head to look at the introduction on the wall about our special food.

Wang Zichen cleared his throat and said, "I know someone here, maybe they can help you get green bricks."

"Thank you, I don't need to trouble you." Lan Xinhui still looked at the food introduction, and said, "I'll think of another way."

Wang Zichen was angry: Why is this person so ignorant of good and evil?