Feng Jiao's surprised eyes flashed with a bit of understanding.

"No wonder, I felt that the man in black wearing the mask who signed the document with me at the beginning was so familiar with his body shape, temperament and feeling. It turns out that that person is you! But why are you hiding it from me? ”

The two of them could have signed a contract directly, but they had to pull Lao Qin in and make it so complicated.

"Ahem, at that time, I just wanted to be your Meow Daxian in front of you, not Emperor Zichen." Ling Yuan coughed lightly and said with some embarrassment.

However, his gaze immediately became serious: "So, the little chef who works with me, are you willing to continue our cooperation?" My husband also wants to continue to invest in you and help you buy a few more shops. We strive to make this the food city of your dreams as soon as possible. ”

"No, it shouldn't be my dream food city, but it's our dream food city." Feng Jiao said with a smile.

She knew that if Ling Yuan wanted to, she could not only create a food city.

I'm afraid that for him, building a food empire is not a problem.

"So, you've agreed to let me invest in shares?" Ling Yuan asked in surprise and joy.

Feng Jiao smiled and quipped, "Look at what you said." How could there be a businessman who drove the investor out. It's hard to hug such a golden thigh of yours, how could I disagree. ”

Her bright smile, the pear vortex on the corner of her mouth was so beautiful, Ling Yuan subconsciously thought that he was willing to give everything in order to protect such a beautiful smile.

The summer breeze swept through his eyes, like a pool of clear pool water, and in his eyes, which were as calm as ancient wells, rippled round after round, gentle ripples.

He gently held up her small hand with his big hand, took her into his arms emotionally, gently hugged her, pressed her head on his shoulder, lowered his head and sniffed her hair, those soft eyes were full of extremely satisfied and happy expressions.

"Yes, it's the food city of our dreams." He whispered to her.

Feng Jiao was facing the back door of the wine shop, leaning on Ling Yuan's arms, with a sweet smile on her face, but suddenly saw that Yun Shen walked to the backyard with the account book of the wine shop in her hand, she quickly blushed, like a frightened deer and escaped from Ling Yuan's arms.

Feeling that his arms were empty, Ling Yuan was annoyed and angry, and glared at Yun Shen, who had disturbed the sweet time between him and the little chef.

Yun Shen said with an embarrassed face: "That, master, I, I really didn't mean to disturb you. Because Miss Feng Jiao just said that she wanted to see the account book, I sent the account book over. Lord, Master, I'm sorry to bother you. You go on, you go on! ”

After stammering these words, Yun Shen just wanted to run away and leave, but Feng Jiao's voice came from behind him: "Yun Shen, why did you leave like this?" You haven't given me the account book yet!" ”

"Uh-oh." Yunshen, who always does things on weekdays, is the first time that such a mistake has occurred.

He hurriedly took the account book to Feng Jiao and turned to leave.