Tong Wanwan pursed her lips in embarrassment, then straightened her little face, and showed Luo Qiao's cold decisiveness, "President, I'm going to call Mr. Liu right now, your date with Miss Tong is scheduled for noon, no change!" ”

After saying that, she hugged the tablet and ran away.

Song Yuexiu looked at the woman who walked out, and rubbed her temples weakly.

The gall is getting fatter and fatter, and the tube is getting wider and wider.

******

Midday.

Tong Wanwan accompanied Song Yuexiu to the restaurant for an appointment.

Originally, a non-work date like this didn't need to be accompanied by a secretary, but Tong Wanwan still followed, and Song Yuexiu didn't stop it.

Children drive late and late.

Song Yuexiu sat in the back.

She peeked at him in the rearview mirror as she opened, and saw that he did not look down to play with his phone or I looked out the window in a daze, but leaned on closing his eyes to recuperate.

As for why she knew that he was just recuperating and not asleep, it was because Ya's facial expression was as if she was filming an advertisement, and she was extremely cold and stylish.

Just ask, who is asleep and still has such a face.

"I'm not on the road, I'm not at a traffic light, don't always focus on me."

The thin lips were opened, and a cold and deep voice sounded in the car.

Tong Wanwan was surprised.

Can he tell with his eyes closed that she's peeking at him?

The president can't be a non-human too, right?

Looking at the road ahead, she didn't dare to peek again.

The car arrives in front of a restaurant.

Tong Wanwan is very familiar with this restaurant, and she used to come often, with her parents, with her eldest brother, with her sister, and ......

Tang Lingchuan!

I don't know how he's doing now?

……

After getting out of the car, they walked into the restaurant, and the manager immediately greeted them, "Mr. Song, Miss Tong is waiting for you inside, please come with me." ”

The manager led them to a private room, opened the door for them, and then respectfully withdrew.

In the luxurious private room, Tong Ruoqing sat in a beautiful position, with pink lips, a dark white blouse, and a few strands of hair that were gently pulled up, exposing her neck, and deliberately scattered, all revealing her attempt to attract the opposite sex.

Tong Wanwan was depressed.

Sister, she knew early on that Song Yuexiu was originally going to be her fiancé, although now that she is dead, she doesn't have to pounce so enthusiastically.

This made her feel like she had been robbed of her husband.

"Mr. Song, you're here!" Tong Ruoqing stood up with a smile on her face, and when she saw "Luo Qiao" standing behind, her expression was slightly stiff, "Secretary Luo is also here." ”

"Miss Tong, hello!" Tong Wanwan smiled lightly.

Tong Ruoqing's eyes flowed, a trace of disdain flashed, but she said warmly and friendly, "Sit down." ”

Song Yuexiu walked over, Tong Ruoqing immediately pulled the chair next to her, but Tong Wanwan rushed up, sat on the chair, and at the same time raised her head and smiled sweetly at Tong Ruoqing, "Thank you!" ”

"......" Tong Ruoqing's expression was like biting a nail.

Song Yuexiu walked to the side, pulled out a chair and sat down.

This is a large round table, there are many positions, Tong Ruoqing came early, and the water cups in the position have been drunk, so it is naturally not good to deliberately change the position to Song Yuexiu's side.

She had to sit down unhappily, and she couldn't show her unladylike side in front of the man she liked.

The two women sat next to each other, and Song Yuexiu sat alone on the chair that was still two empty seats away from them.

Despite this, Tong Wanwan was still caught between them and became a bright light bulb.

"Mr. Song, the dishes in this store are very distinctive, you can taste them later." Tong Ruoqing smiled at Song Yuexiu after Tong Wanwan.

"Good!" Song Yuexiu nodded.

Tong Ruoqing heard that Song Yuexiu usually only eats light and simple meals, so she deliberately chose this restaurant that mainly cooks Cantonese food, and felt that he should like it.

Tong Wanwan took a small sip of a glass of water,

After a while, the dish came up.

Tong Ruoqing turned the dish to Song Yuexiu, "Mr. Song, this is steamed grouper, you-"

"I like groupers." Tong Wanwan pressed the table and took away the most essential part of the fish with a chopstick.