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At this time, Gao Wanjing, who was suddenly let go by Yun Zichen, looked around in a panic, and she was relieved to find that there was no one.

He finally let himself go.

It's just that......

I'm sorry, he said sorry to himself, it's so strange.

She looked at him hurriedly, her face frozen.

Yun Zichen, who was moving away from him step by step, although he turned his back to himself, his straight back was thin, and there was an indescribable loneliness.

Lonely......

She was stunned.

He is the president of the Yun family, the Yun family is big and young, everyone will revolve around him, and he will be lonely.

This...... Is that him?

Still is......

She pursed her lips, looking at Yun Zichen who disappeared in front of her with complicated eyes, or did her angry words just now hurt his self-esteem?

She...... You didn't seem to have said anything that made him lose his self-esteem, did he?

She furrowed her brows, thinking about what she had said to him.

But she thought for a while and didn't feel that she had said anything wrong, at least compared to what he said to her, what she said to him was not serious at all.

But why is he like this?

She doesn't understand.

At this moment, Uncle Zhao was walking to the living room, just facing Yun Zichen, he saw the injured loneliness in Yun Shao's eyes, he hurriedly got out of the way, but he watched Yun Shao leave in front of him with consternation in his eyes.

Hurt eyes?

The next moment, there was thought in his eyes, and when he walked into the living room and saw Gao Wanjing, whose face was slightly pale and in a trance, there was a hint of depth in his eyes.

He smiled and said, "Miss Gao, why are you still here, the eldest and youngest grandmother arrived at the restaurant and found that you didn't go with her, so she specially asked me to invite you over." ”

Gao Wanjing suddenly came back to her senses, she looked at Uncle Zhao with an apologetic face and said, "I'm sorry, I'll go over now." ”

"Please." Uncle Zhao made a gesture of please.

Gao Wanjing looked at Uncle Zhao and apologized, "I'm sorry, let you come to me again." ”

Uncle Zhao smiled lightly: "This is my business. ”

Gao Wanjing smiled and walked behind Uncle Zhao.

The entire front hall and even the restaurant are all simple and simple, but they are low-key and luxurious, which belongs to the style of Fei Mo and cold.

Uncle Zhao led Gao Wanjing into the restaurant, and the next moment, he handed a look to the servant who was quietly waiting on the side, and then looked at the tableware on the other vacant seat next to Yun Zichen's seat.

"Grandma, Miss Gao is here." He smiled and looked at Yun Yiyi.

The manservant who received the signal from the housekeeper Uncle Zhao immediately stepped forward without a trace, and changed the tableware in the vacant seat of Yun Shao next to him to a vacant space, thus separating the distance between Gao Wanjing and Yun Zichen.

As soon as Yun Yiyi heard Uncle Zhao's words, she looked up at Gao Wanjing when she was chatting with Fei Mo, and she didn't notice the manservant moving the dishes.

She looked at Gao Wanjing and quipped, "I thought you were saying goodbye again like the last time you were in the Yun family." ”

At this moment, Fei Mofeng's eyes took a deep look at Uncle Zhao, and then he looked at Yun Zichen, who was sitting indifferently without looking at anyone, and his fingers on the table tapped lightly on the table, as if he had understood what was happening.

Gao Wanjing, who entered the restaurant, saw Yun Zichen sitting at the table at a glance, his slender eyes were plain, and his handsome face did not have the slightest emotion, as if everything that happened between her and him just now did not exist.

Her hand tightened slightly, and she quickly looked away from him, landing on Yiyi, who was smiling at her.

"Yiyi, I'm sorry." She apologized to Yiyiyan.

He always liked to flirt with her, and afterwards he easily acted as if nothing had happened.

And she can't be so casual, every time he meets him, her heart is mixed.

Yun Yiyi chuckled: "It's me who is embarrassed, I only care about talking to my husband, and I forget about you." ”

Fei Mo immediately looked at Yun Yiyi's phoenix eyes like water, and her heart was happy, just because she called him again-husband.

Uncle Zhao was very gentlemanly and pulled out a chair for Gao Wanjing, and he said, "Miss Gao, please take a seat." ”

Gao Wanjing smiled gently at Uncle Zhao, "Thank you." ”

With that, she sat down in her chair.

Uncle Zhao gave the manmaid a look, and the manservant asked to pull the bell rope on the side, and then a manservant served a series of exquisite lunches from the side door.

Yun Yiyi glanced at the steak and various Western dishes that were served, in fact, she herself thought it was Chinese food, but Gao Wanjing came today, and Uncle Zhao must have treated her as a guest, so she officially cooked Western food.

After all, she had already seen that Uncle Zhao's style of acting was quite British.

She looked at Gao Wanjing, "I hope my family's food is to your liking." ”

Gao Wanjing smiled and said, "It must be delicious." ”

"Eh......" Yun Yiyi let out a surprised sound, her eyes moved back and forth between Gao Wanjing and Yun Zichen, and finally landed on the empty seat between them and said, "Why is the middle position of them empty, and they were still arranged together." ”

Gao Wanjing: "......"

Yun Zichen's face was faint, he didn't say anything, just picked up the goblet on the table.

The manservant immediately poured him a glass of 1787 Margaux.

He shook his glass, the bright red wine swaying in it, and then he took a sip.

Uncle Zhao looked at Yun Yiyi and explained: "Grandma, it was the man's maid's mistake in arranging the seat just now, so I have just asked the manservant to change the seat, and I ask the young grandma to forgive me."

Yun Yiyi: "......"

Blunder?

Seat assignment or mistake?

It's not the first time that her brother Yun Zichen has seen Wanjing, why can't the two sit together?

However, Uncle Zhao's style of acting never makes mistakes, and since he said so, it must make sense.

Besides, in front of so many people, she didn't want to lose Uncle Zhao's face.

She looked at Uncle Zhao and said, "It's hard work, I'm so hungry, Uncle Zhao, did you cook the dishes I like to eat at noon today?" ”

Uncle Zhao saw Yun Yiyi descending his steps, he looked at her lovingly and said, "Of course there are, all the dishes that grandmothers love to eat." ”

"Then I'm going to eat more." Yun Yiyi smiled happily at Uncle Zhao, she looked at Gao Wanjing and said, "It's all your own people, Wanjing, don't be polite today, eat as much as you want." ”

Gao Wanjing nodded, "Okay." ”

"Why don't I have a steak?" Yun Yiyi, who was still saying that she wanted to eat more, looked at Fei Mo beside her with a flat mouth at this moment.

Fei Mo took a bone china soup spoon and tasted a mouthful of bird's nest, and after the temperature was just right, he put it in front of her and said softly: "Pregnant women don't eat these, drink the bird's nest first." ”

Yun Yiyi looked at the nutritional supplements in front of her that were incompatible with Gao Wanjing's lunch in front of them, she looked at Fei Mo and said coquettishly: "But I want to eat steak." ”

Where could Fei Mo resist Yun Yiyi's coquettishness towards him, and the glutinous soft voice suddenly made his bones crispy.

He immediately compromised and said, "Okay, I'll give you this to eat." ”

Yun Yiyi looked at Fei Mo with a pair of big crystal eyes and said, "It's best to be a husband." ”

This sentence was particularly useful in Fei Mo's ears, and his heart was also extremely sweet, he picked up the knife and fork in front of him and said softly: "I'll cut you and you're eating." ”

Yun Yiyi smiled like a flower and said, "Okay." ”

Gao Wanjing sat on the chair opposite Yun Yiyi, she looked at the affectionate Yiyi couple, her eyes were full of envy.

She also wants to be like Yiyi at this moment, to be spoiled by the man she loves, and he pampers herself like a child.

The knife and fork she was holding in her hand tightened slightly, and she subconsciously turned her head to look at Yun Zichen on her left.

At a glance, her heart was full of complexities.