Ivy came back to her senses, only then did she react to her gaffe, let go of her hand and take two steps back, her heart pounding with embarrassment. Owen also turned sideways, giving way to the doorway.

"This is the office, you two pay attention to the impact. Hu Ziyue's gaze swept back and forth between the two. She was carrying a pink one-shoulder cross-shoulder bag, and her face was covered with heavy makeup, and it looked like she had a date in the evening.

Ivy let out a very unnatural laugh. "Oh, you misunderstood......"

Before she could finish speaking, Hu Ziyue had already left quickly.

"What did she misunderstand?" Owen asked, leaning his arms around the doorframe, with an interest in it.

"Boring. Ivy muttered under her breath. Remembering the illusion she had just given him, her cheeks suddenly burned, and she went straight back to her seat and sat down.

Owen leaned over, stared straight at her face, and deliberately asked, "Are you hot?" ”

"It's hot, I'm so hot that I'm going to explode. Ivy said with a sigh of relief. Thinking of her film about being sentenced to death before she was born, she sighed wistfully, "You haven't told me yet, where did your news come from?"

Owen looked around, there were quite a few people in the office. He pouted at Ivynunu, "It's time to get off work, let's find a place to talk in detail." ”

As soon as the two of them walked to the lobby on the first floor, they saw Wu Youwei and Hu Ziyue standing on the steps of the door, whispering with their faces very close.

Owen raised his hand to signal Ivy to stop, his eyes fixed on a man and a woman more than ten meters away.

"What are you doing here?" asked Ivy.

"Shhhhhhh ”

Ivy's eyes widened in surprise. With such a long distance, and the two of them obviously deliberately lowered their voices, even if they were standing next to them, they might not be able to hear the content of the conversation.

He's not going to be playing tricks on me again, Ivy thought.

About five minutes later, Hu Ziyue waved at Wu Youwei, looking at the shape of her mouth, she probably said goodbye. The two walked out of the door one on the left and one on the right, and disappeared into the night.

Ivy touched Owen with her elbow, "Can you really hear their conversation?"

"Let's go, I'm starving. What's the most expensive restaurant in the neighborhood?" he ignored her question, reached out and loosened the tie knot, and strode forward.

This guy is really unbearable, and he is playing cool all the time. Ivy scolded inwardly, following him reluctantly.

"Sorry, it's full of food stalls around here, and there are no fancy restaurants you want. She said angrily.

"Oh?" Owen turned, "then go back to my hotel, where my favorite food is nearby." ”

In the evening, the lights come on.

On the left bank of the Yayuan River, there are dozens of restaurants and nightclubs of all sizes. Every day after dusk, neon signs on both sides of the road are lit up at the same time. The whole street is like a young woman in gorgeous clothes, blooming with seductive brilliance. Compared with the daytime, Yanjiang Road is particularly active at night, and it is a popular place for night drinks and gatherings.

Zhuhai and Macao are the first-tier cities in China and the economic leader of the Pearl River Delta region. Nearly 100 of the world's top 500 foreign companies are gathered here, and many high-end foreign restaurants are also here.

Owen and Ivy sit opposite each other in a French restaurant by the river.

There were less than twenty tables in the dining room, and it was already full of customers, mostly men and women. The dim light in the store is like a soft light glass, and everyone's skin looks delicate and soft.

Zig-zag crystal chandeliers, pale gold jacquard curtains, bone china cutlery as thin as cicada wings, and pink daisies in vases. The interior of the store exudes French elegance and romance.

A melodious piano music flowed from the speakers, and Ivy knew that it was the famous work "Moonlight" by the French impressionist composer Debussy. After all, music is what she is good at.

A waiter in a black tuxedo brings a menu.

Ivy looked at the menu in her hand and beat a drum in her heart: the price of this store is too outrageous, and any dish will cost hundreds.

Owen flipped through the pages and ordered, "Iberian ham, black truffle with smoked salmon, creamy lobster soup, Rossini beef eye steak, caramel custard." ”

"Okay. How much does your steak need to be ripe?" the waiter asked, hunched slightly, as he took notes.

"Sixty percent. ”

"Ma'am, where are you?" the waiter turned to Ivy again.

"Uh......"

"Just like what I ordered. Seeing Ivy's dazed expression, Owen replied on her behalf.

"Will you order the wine now, or later?"

Owen glanced at the wine list, "Two glasses of rosé champagne for the aperitif, and the main course is served with ...... A bottle of Kande 05 years old. ”

A look of surprise flashed in the waiter's eyes. This wine is a treasure in the store, and this is the first time that a customer has been invited to the altar for more than five years since the restaurant opened.

Ivy didn't understand wine, but looking at the waiter's expression, she knew that this wine was not small. Glancing at the price of wine on the menu, he gasped, this guy is really extravagant.

After checking the menu with the guests, the waiter bowed slightly politely and turned to leave.

"I don't drink. Ivy swallowed.

"Are you sure?" Owen furrowed an eyebrow, a malicious smile on his lips.

Ivy coughed dryly twice and said weakly, "It was just an accident the night before yesterday." ”

"Eating French food without red wine will make me indigestion, and I don't want to hurt my stomach. Owen leaned back and slouched back in his chair.

"Extravagance erosive. Ivy wrinkled her nose disdainfully.

She leaned forward, eager to get to the point. "Come on, it's very easy to talk here, don't go around in circles. ”