Wealthy Child Bride: Hello, Mr. President

   "V3."

   The waiter's attitude became more respectful than before. He stretched out his hand and led the two of them in front, "Please come with me."

  The waiter led the two of them to the innermost position that looked like a private room by the window, and took out the folded hijab from the cup. He also thoughtfully helped Han Xiaoye open the chair, "Ma'am, please take a seat."

  Han Xiaoye sat down carelessly, "Thank you."

It was probably the first time that the waiter saw a V-shaped guest saying thank you, stunned, and quickly waved, "No thanks, no thanks, this is what I should do. By the way, ma'am, sir, this is our menu. Please. See what dishes you need."

   said, she handed the two menus to each of them.

   Han Xiaoye is someone who has lived abroad for three years, so he can still understand the menu in English. When she was thinking about what to eat, she heard Fu Zhiyan order a series of dishes in a pure English accent. The ones chosen were all bland, which she didn't like.

After choosing   , Fu Zhiyan put down the menu, put his hands on the table, and said lightly, "That's all."

  The waiter remembered quickly, put away the menu, bowed respectfully and said, "Okay, please wait a moment, the chef will prepare for the two of you immediately."

"Yep."

  There is soothing music playing in the restaurant. Looking out from the glass window, you can see the streetscape of the capital city.

  Han Xiaoye is a serious citizen and rarely has the opportunity to come to such a place. Like Michelin or something, it is only by watching TV that I know there is such a high-end existence. The usual understanding of the three words Michelin comes from Baidu. Anyway, in my impression, just one word, expensive! As it turns out, it's not cheap. The dollar signs that follow each dish made her flesh hurt. But it's all here, and it's not that the flesh hurts her money, and she doesn't eat it for nothing.

   There are many people eating in the restaurant, but their location is very good, so it is very quiet.

  Han Xiaoye didn't speak for a while, and finally couldn't bear it anymore. He stretched his neck and asked in a low voice, "Uncle, what is V3?"

   "Level."

"what?"

   "The Michelin restaurant has divided VIPs into three levels according to the consumption amount of the guests. V3 has exclusive seats and no reservation is required. It is reserved for guests at any time."

  Han Xiaoye understood and blinked, "So we will cook the dishes we ordered first?"

"Yep."

   Just as the two were talking, the waiter just now led the group over again.

  Han Xiaoye saw the woman in the crowd at a glance - Mo Xingxing!

   She wore an OL commuter shirt today, beige wide-leg pants that were heroic yet feminine, and her curly hair tied into a neat ponytail, revealing a delicate and beautiful face.

  Han Xiaoye jumped over her face, and his eyes fell directly on the bag on her shoulder.

   That bag...

   She pursed the corners of her mouth, and her smiling face that was still smiling in the clear sky suddenly lost her smile.

   That bag is the one the woman was carrying in the photo she saw on the Internet!

   So the woman in the photo with Fu Zhiyan is - Mo Xingxing!

   "Hey, little niece." Suddenly, a familiar voice sounded in the group. Qin Fang was still a fool, wearing a trendy blue sweater with a baby face to deceive the world. He stretched his long legs and walked in front of the two of them, his eyes curved, "Zhiyan, you are also here. What a coincidence."

He pointed at Mo Xingxing them, shrugged his shoulders, "Will you help me have a drink later? Go, I guess the arrogance of those people can be suppressed. I don't want to waste time on them. You know, Once people in the government talk about it, it's endless."

  Mo Xingxing came over, slapped Qin Fang on the shoulder, and gave him a sidelong look, "What are you talking about?"

   "You know what I'm talking about."

   "Okay, fortunately, I let the Wang Bureau and the others pass first, otherwise others will see you pointing and pointing, and you will suffer later. You too, ask others, can't you do a good job?"

Qin Fang was impatient, "That group of people is annoying, every time the hospital goes through a procedure, they have to take the opportunity to make a scene. It seems that they don't jump around twice, and they don't seem to be wearing official hats on their heads. This time it is also , isn't it just to transfer two doctors to the health bureau? It's like I'm begging them."

"You have been begging others. You want to put people into the government, aren't you begging?" Mo Xingxing blocked his rebuttal, and patted him on the shoulder heavily, "Okay, I know you don't want to be with the government. People deal with each other. But no way, whoever makes society a human society, you have to abide by the rules. Let President Fu go for a drink later, Major General Fu's younger brother is here, who won't give you face?" Mo Xingxing With a half-smile, his eyes fell on Han Xiaoye, and he mentioned it casually, "Ah, I heard that you went to Tibet and came back?"

  嗳…

  Han Xiaoye bared his teeth and smiled, "Who are you talking to before you come back."

  Qin Fang heard the smell of gunpowder in the two people's breaths, his head hurt, and he dragged Mo Xingxing while walking, while hitting haha, "Little niece, stop talking, eat slowly, Xingxing and I will go first."

Halfway through the   , he still didn't forget what happened just now, and said, "By the way, stop talking, remember to come and help me in a while."

   Fu Zhiyan didn't respond.

   Qin Fang took Mo Xingxing all the way to the corner as he agreed, and then let go of her hand. He pulled the smile on his face and stared at her with a serious expression, "What were you doing just now? Wake up, don't tell me you're not sober again!"

  Mo Xingxing grit his teeth, don't start.

   "I thought I made it clear to you last time at the Dynasty Club, and you understand what I mean. What did you just do to get along with your little niece? What do you think?"

  Mo Xingxing's charming eyes flashed with anger, turned his head, and gritted his teeth, "Because she doesn't deserve it."

"What's the meaning?"

"She doesn't deserve Fu Er's kindness to her at all! She ran to Tibet without saying a word, and she didn't know how to understand and care about Fu Zhiyan's feelings at all, and she felt like she had suffered great grievances, everything was Fu Zhiyan's fault. She did it wrong. I can't stand it! What does she have? She can't do anything other than be willful and reckless. Han Xiaoye is just a little girl with no hair, and she doesn't match Fu Er at all. !"

   She had never seen the man smoking so fiercely, she saw it that night.

   It is only when I see it that I am saddened, angry, and unable to control my emotions.

   is like thinking about a beautiful dress in your closet for a long time, but you can't buy it anyway. The person who bought it doesn't know how to cherish it, and wastes all kinds of clothes in front of you. That kind of heartache and anger is unbearable! So when she saw Han Xiaoye today, she couldn't help but stab her with words!