City: I became a rich second-generation villain

Immediately, Wang Xiang led the way.

Wang Haoran was very clear about the change in Song Zhihui's attitude, but he remained silent.

On the way, Song Zhihui suddenly asked Wang Xiang:

"Who is this next to you?"

"This is my son, Wang Haoran." Wang Xiang briefly introduced.

When Song Zhihui saw this just now, after letting the person she fell in love with at first sight appear, she had already guessed something, but after hearing Wang Xiang's words, she still couldn't help but feel shocked.

She never expected that her best friend's creditor was actually the handsome guy she fell in love with at first sight.

At that time, he complained to Feng Anna that "Wang Haoran" was ugly.

Thinking of this, Song Zhihui felt extremely embarrassed.

However, after hearing Wang Xiang's introduction, he couldn't help but look at Wang Haoran.

Wang Haoran also turned his head to cast his gaze.

The two pairs of eyes collided in the air.

Wang Haoran was calm on the surface.

Song Zhihui felt her heart beating faster, took a deep breath secretly, calmed down, and smiled, "Hi, hello."

While speaking, he took the initiative to extend his hand.

"Hello." Wang Haoran stretched out his hand and shook it.

I just felt that Song Zhihui's hands were softer and smoother than expected.

Logically speaking, as a chef, Song Zhihui's hands should be a little rough.

But on second thought.

If Song Zhihui wore special gloves when handling ingredients and cooking, and if they were properly maintained, it would be normal for them to be so delicate.

Moreover, the halo of the heroine has always been unreasonable.

Song Zhihui's hands are different from those of ordinary chefs, like a young lady whose ten fingers do not touch the spring water, which makes sense.

After thinking about it, after the two shook hands, they immediately let go.

But Wang Haoran could clearly feel that Song Zhihui's hand trembled when the two shook hands.

Wang Xiang saw it and felt a little strange.Song Zhihui didn't even shake hands with him, so why is she so eager for her son?

But on second thought, this seems to be a good thing.

Not long after, the three came to the banquet hall.

There was originally a reserved seat for Song Zhihui at the friend's table.

After Song Zhihui arrived, she sat there naturally.

Wang Xiang had boasted before, so he had no choice but to bite the bullet, pretending to be very friendly with Song Zhihui, and introduced it to his friends.

After saying these words, Wang Xiang was very nervous.

I'm afraid that Song Zhihui will tell the truth.

But what was surprising was that not only did Song Zhihui not tell the truth, she was even very polite to herself and Zhen Li during the banquet.

Seeing this, the friends did not doubt Wang Xiang's words at all.

After the dinner, it was completely dark outside.

Wang Xiang sent his friends away one after another.

Song Zhihui stayed for a while longer, and when the guests gradually dispersed, she also felt that it was inconvenient to stay longer.

"Boss Wang, I should go too, take my leave."

"Miss Song, it's getting late. You've just arrived in Qingling, so you probably don't have a fixed place to live. Why don't you stay here? What do you think?" Wang Xiang asked to stay.

He did this because he wanted to thank Song Zhihui for not exposing him before, so he was so kind and polite.

"Then bother." Song Zhihui hurriedly responded as if she was afraid that Wang Xiang would regret it.

"Okay, then I'll send you off..." Wang Xiang blurted out, but quickly realized that the situation was different from what he expected, so he quickly changed his words:

"Don't bother me, Miss Song, if you can stay, let me flourish."

Immediately, he wanted the servant to take Song Zhihui to the best room, but suddenly noticed that his son was looking at Song Zhihui.

"Haoran, please take Miss Song to the guest room." Wang Xiang couldn't help but wanted to give his son an assist.

"Okay." Wang Haoran responded, and secretly gave Wang Xiang a thumbs up.Looking at Song Zhihui, she made a 'please' gesture.

"Come with me."

"I'm sorry to trouble you." Song Zhihui was overjoyed, but there was only a little smile on the surface.

Wang Haoran walked in front, and Song Zhihui followed closely.

After a while, the two came to a guest room.

Wang Haoran pushed the door open and walked in with Song Zhihui.

"The guest room is cleaned regularly, and the beds and other supplies are all new. You can sleep peacefully. If you need anything else, you can also tell me." Wang Haoran said seriously.

"Thank you." Song Zhihui bowed her head, nodded her snow-white pointed chin, and asked suddenly:

"Are you still studying?"

In formal occasions, she is relatively restrained, but in fact she has a very outgoing personality, lively and cheerful.

Seeing that there was no one else here, he naturally returned to his original temperament.

Moreover, this Wang Haoran looks very shy.

Song Zhihui's courage naturally became fatter.

"Yes, I'm a freshman at Qingling University." Wang Haoran looked honest and honest.

"Freshman..." Song Zhihui murmured to herself.