When everyone returned to the service area, Xiang Xiaoyuan had already finished changing his clothes and was sitting in a corner with a dark face. Cheng Hao, this bastard, simply doesn't regard himself as a human being, and his knee that he broke just now still hurts faintly, is the only joy in his life being to bully others? The more Xiao Yuan thought about it, the more angry he became, and the more he thought about it, the more he felt that Cheng Hao was not a human being, and he really wanted to quarrel with him fiercely, but he couldn't do it in front of his customers, so Xiao Yuan had to forcibly suppress this breath in his stomach.

"Let's eat!" Cheng Hao walked over and patted Xiaoyuan, it seemed that he was really angry with this little little bit today.

"I'm tired, I want to go back!" Xiao Yuan stood up and followed behind Secretary Wang.

Fujita bit his ears with the two secretaries beside him, and the two secretaries stepped forward to tell Cheng Hao: Mr. Fujita really wants to invite Miss Xiaoyuan to dinner together.

Cheng Hao whispered to threaten Xiaoyuan: "Don't lose your temper! Follow me, or you look good!"

Xiang Xiaoyuan glared at him fiercely: "I want to see it!"

Cheng Hao's attitude softened: "It's just dinner, I promise you to guarantee your safety, don't let me not get off the stage!"

Secretary Wang also begged in a low voice: "Mr. Cheng is really embarrassed, I promise to have a meal!"

"It's just...... Have a meal?" Xiao Yuan was worried: "Then I'm going to call someone else!"

Who should I call this phone to? Zhong Yuan is willing? No, these two have a fiery temper and can find something to do; Sister Yang can't do it, she should be too worried about it; and even more so to her parents? After thinking about it, she still called Liang Jingtao.

"Brother Jingtao......" Xiao Yuan said timidly: "I, I'm fine...... When will you be back from your business trip...... Well, that's right...... I just wanted to tell you that I went out to dinner with my landlord, Cheng Hao, and his clients...... Well, that's all!"

After speaking, he hurriedly hung up the phone, and now he can only hope that Liang Jingtao can understand what he meant.

Xiang Xiaoyuan followed Cheng Hao nervously to a luxury hotel, the atrium of the hotel is exaggerated as if the entire Suzhou garden has been relocated, and the strong Chinese style makes Xiaoyuan feel like a picture scroll, and the beautiful model-like guide lady wears a red cheongsam to introduce the group into a private room.

Xiao Yuan's heart seemed to jump out of her throat, and the subconscious fear was always with her, and she kept her head down, looking like an ostrich who had found a sand pit to bury her head in order to escape damage.

Exquisite dishes came up one after another, Xiang Xiaoyuan buried his head and didn't dare to put down the chopsticks, Cheng Hao put the dishes on her plate while beckoning everyone to eat.

"The eight-treasure gourd duck here is a specialty, and the braised large rib wings and the ancient method of eastern star groupers are quite good!" Cheng Hao introduced Fujita with a smile.

Xiao Yuan lowered his head and pushed the Liao ginseng he had given himself to the edge of the plate, picked up a cabbage sum and nibbled on it.

Cheng Hao toasted Fujita as he spoke, and Xiao Yuan had to stand up with the managers who accompanied the wine;

And so she got up, sat down, got up, sat down again.

scolded Xiao Yuan in his heart, where is this eating, it's just a toss to play!

Of course, the lonely and unheard Xiaoyuan definitely doesn't understand, in fact, the lives of these rich people are like this.

Fujita's assistant is a "China expert" who speaks Chinese very well, and he translates Fujita's words sentence by sentence to some managers who do not understand Chinese, which virtually doubles the torture process.

Fujita saw that Xiaoyuan lowered his head and was silent, so he knocked on the side and asked Xiaoyuan how old he was, where he went to school, and so on. His secretary translated to Xiaoyuan as it was, and before she could speak, Cheng Hao preemptively said that Xiaoyuan was only sixteen years old and went to high school in Beijing, anyway, Xiaoyuan couldn't understand Japanese, and Cheng Hao could only say what he liked to say by him.