"Call me by my name."

Ye Lao had just swallowed a large mouthful of rice in his mouth, and he was shocked by Han An's words.

"Why? Is it because you don't like the title? ”

Ye Liao raised his lower jaw slightly, looked at Han An, and asked puzzledly.

Han An moved his lips and was about to answer.

At this moment, a knock on the door broke the somewhat strange atmosphere.

Then, a young girl in a cheongsam walked into the box.

"Hello, my name is Mei Die, and I am the temporary custodian of this store, because my store is handling an event today. The two of them were lucky enough to be drawn from the box just now, and now they only need to delay the two customers for a little time. ”

Ye Lao reacted first as if he saw a savior, and immediately replied to the butterfly.

"What activity?"

Mei Die smiled slightly, and then spoke politely.

"It's a raffle, and now I'm going to give each of you a raffle box, and you just need to draw a marked ribbon from the box."

Mei Die looked at Ye Lone's faint expression, afraid that she would not agree.

And then her voice rang out in the box again.

"Don't worry, since you are one of the customers selected by our store, then you will at least have a small reward."

Ye Lone: "......"

Is she the kind of person who abandons principles for the sake of a little profit?

She is the people's teacher too!

But the next second......

"Okay, okay, take it and I'll test my luck today."

Ye Lao was talking and making gestures of solicitation.

Very welcoming!

Butterfly: "......"

Han An: "......"

Then, two waiters holding medium-sized black boxes and wearing ordinary cheongsams came out from behind Mei Die and slowly walked in front of Ye Lao and Han An.

"Ma'am, please draw."

"Sir, please draw."

The voices of the two waiters rang out in unison.

After Han An saw Ye Lone's very active lottery appearance, he had a warm smile on his face and also stretched out his hand into the box.

It didn't take a while. Ye Lone's eyes lit up as he looked at the ribbon in his hand and whispered happily.

"Ah, I won the grand prize. I'll just say I'm definitely lucky today. ”

Immediately afterwards, Ye Lao asked Han An excitedly.

"How? What did you draw? ”

Han An still smiled faintly, but replied to Ye Lonely in a quiet tone.

"Condolence Award."

Ye Lao sneered.

"Looks like you didn't have a lot of luck today."

Then, Ye Lao quickly walked in front of the butterfly, looked at the butterfly expectantly, and asked excitedly.

"What is the gift for the grand prize?"

With a smile on her face, she replied, "Congratulations, ma'am, the grand prize is a necklace designed by a world-famous designer specially hired by our store." As for the condolence awards...... We'll find out later. ”

Han An: "......"

After Mei Die finished speaking, she shouted twice outside the door.

Then, a waiter walked in with a glass of fresh orange juice and a carefully equipped box.

After seeing Ye Liao holding the box in his hand, Mei Die asked the waiter to deliver the juice to Han An.

Han An: "......"

Is it okay if he doesn't drink?

Mei Die glanced at Han An's refusal and reminded with a gesture of invitation, "Sir, please enjoy the reward." ”

Han An picked up the cup and took a sip under the expectant eyes of Mei Die and Ye Lone.

Ye Liao tilted his head and interviewed Han An curiously: "How is it?" Do you have any special feelings about the condolence award? ”

I don't know if Ye Lao did it intentionally, she especially accentuated her voice in the three words of condolence award.

Han An was stunned for a second, as if he was reminiscing.

After a while, Han An replied, "It's nothing special, it's quite delicious." ”

When the words fell, a smile flashed in the butterfly's eyes.

She made a gesture with one hand, said excuse me, please slow down, and exited the box.

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Outside the box.

Han Qi was still in the same posture as before, leaning back on the leather chair, squinting slightly at the open box on the table.

The right hand caressed the knobby fingers of the upper bones, and indifferently and mercilessly commanded the butterfly.

"Dispose of it."