The domineering president goes on a blind date

The Coke could be finished in a few minutes at most. Tong Nuanwan put down the cup and looked at Li Anhe's puzzled eyes, in which her stupid self was reflected.

She picked up another bottle of Fanta and opened it, but this time she didn't pour it into the bottle, but drank it directly.

Tong Nuanwan called the waiter and ordered another Coke, but Li Anhe spoke out to stop her.

"It's too cold, drink less."

Tong Nuanwan likes this kind of carbonated drink very much. If Li Anhe hadn't expressly forbidden her to buy it, the refrigerator at home would be filled with carbonated drinks.

"You...you haven't eaten yet! Let's order more!"

Tong Nuanwan took the menu handed over by the waiter and changed to a double-pot of mushroom soup and clear soup.

"Change to something spicy and eat with me."

"I want something light."

This time they ordered a lot of vegetarian dishes. Tong Nuanwan kept his head down the whole time, eating the food in his bowl.

"Wanwan, although I answered your question, I still don't understand, what does your anger have to do with Song Yunnai?"

Tong Nuanwan didn't know how to answer. She couldn't say that she had made a big mistake!

"Wanwan, can you tell me?"

He confessed, so wouldn't it be unfair for her not to confess?

Tong Nuanwan raised her head, picked up the Coke that had just been delivered, poured half a cup, and drank it. She looked at Li Anhe with a heroic look.

"Do you remember the North City Publishing House I told you about?"

"Remember, you have been preparing a novel, haven't you?"

“Do you know my editor?”

"Yes, the editor-in-chief of Beicheng Publishing House is Ke Xingyao's brother. Ke Xingze's wife is Jinianluo. She was also our college classmate. I know her too."

“How many editors-in-chief does Beicheng Publishing House have?”

"One, only to commemorate the rose."

Tong Nuanwan was in a state of confusion and had not been able to figure out what was going on these past few days.

“Isn’t it Song Yunnai?”

"Song Yunnai? No, he is the young lady of the An family in Nancheng. How could he come to work in Beicheng... Is your editor Song Yunnai?" Li Anhe narrowed his eyes with a hint of danger.

"Yes."

"Your editor is Song Yunnai, not Ji Jinluo."

"No, I don't know Ji Ji Luo."

Li Anhe's pupils dilated and his expression changed drastically.

"Wanwan, tell me what happened in the past few days. The more detailed the better."

Li Anhe's usual appearance could at most be described as serious, but now he was described as majestic. She finally understood what it meant to be awe-inspiring without even getting angry in novels. Tong Nuanwan felt a chill running down her spine.

"One day, I received an email from someone claiming to be an editor at Beicheng Publishing House. She said she was interested in my manuscript and wanted to sign a contract with me. At that time, she used the official email address of Beicheng Publishing House, and I didn't think much of it. After I got there, she said she was the editor-in-chief of Beicheng Publishing House, and her name was Song Yunnai. Later, I signed the contract and wrote novels under her guidance."

"One time, I went to the hot spring club to find my sister. Song Yunnai was angry at the waiter. My sister also met Song Yunnai. Later, Song Yunnai came to the hot spring club again. Xinyan went to her bath house to deliver something. She heard her on the phone saying that Tong Nuanwan's husband was originally mine. My sister was worried about Song Yunnai's purpose of getting close to me, so she told me. I thought she was your ex-girlfriend. I asked you, but you didn't say it. Xinyan must have heard it wrong. I thought you didn't want to tell me, so I got angry."

Li Anhe didn't know whether to be angry or laugh at this moment.

A misunderstanding made him angry for two days.

"Wanwan, Song Yunnai and I have no relationship at all, and I am sure to tell you that I don't have an ex-girlfriend or a first love. You are the only woman around me, really."

"I'm sorry, I misunderstood you."

Tong Nuanwan's wrinkled little face shrank into a ball, making people want to reach out and pinch it.

Li Anhe did the same.

"Ah, it hurts."

"It's good that you know it hurts. You stupid woman, will you dare to misunderstand me again in the future?"

"I don't dare anymore." Tong Nuanwan rescued her face from Li Anhe's hands.