Qiao Che's warm smile had an irresistible strength, Song Yu swallowed his saliva, "Okay, I'll ask her." ”

Walking out of the office, Song Yu still muttered in her heart, saying that she was going to open a food column, why did she feel that she had set up a column for Yiyan?

The leader's order, well, she had to obey.

Miller Group, General Manager's Office.

Yang Lele gave her father a new name - Guerrilla Captain!

Yang Zhengyang takes the same hand towards his company and his daughter - free-range, comes over from time to time, and spends most of his time playing around the world, Yang Lele feels that his father has a young heart that does not grow up.

Yang Zhengyang left when her head was just right, and the company was handed over to her daughter.

simply regarded the company and the domestic home as a transit station, and when he was happy, he came as a guest, and left when he was unhappy, Yang Lele was very depressed about this.

Just after the meeting, Yang Lele was made up of a mess of statements and finance, returned to the office and sat down, took a sip of coffee, and the secretary knocked on the door.

Yang Lele looked up lazily.

"What's the matter?" I don't want to hear about any work anymore.

"Mr. Yang, your flowers."

The secretary was holding a large bouquet of roses in his hand, ninety-nine by sight, and the packaging was very exquisite. There are still people who have a crush on her all these years? I don't know if she has been bound by Han Zhixun's pig?

"Put it down." Yang Lele didn't bother to look at it, even though she had received only a handful of flowers recently, it didn't catch her attention.

"Mr. Yang, there are still cards in the words." The secretary volunteered to take off the card and present it to Yang Lele, Yang Lele opened it and saw a line of words on it.

"it!"

Han Ji-hoon wrote, "I'Mcoming! DEAR！ ”

This guy is back?

"Mr. Yang, what to do with these flowers?" The secretary noticed the subtle changes in Yang Lele's face, and asked with great observance.

"This, find a vase and put it in." Han Zhixun actually gave her roses for the first time, what the hell?

The delicate roses, and some water droplets floating on it, in fact, it looks quite eye-catching, after all, it is also the first time he sent flowers, Yang Lele couldn't help but take a few more looks.

Han Zhixun stepped off the plane and called Yang Lele as soon as he turned on the plane.

"Miss Yang, have you received the rose?" Han Zhixun's somewhat ruffian tone didn't change at all.

Yang Lele glanced at the roses in his hand, "Uncle Han, you can be a little more vulgar." ”

Han Zhixun opened his mouth and smiled, it seemed that he had received it, "A little more vulgar?" Of course, you can be invited to dinner in the evening. ”

Yang Lele leaned on the office chair easily and comfortably, and his fingers turned the pen, "It's really vulgar enough." ”

Han Zhixun walked out of the airport and got into the car, "Then it's just vulgar to the end, I'll pick you up downstairs from the company after work at night, you can also be vulgar and change your clothes." ”

Yang Lele pouted, "I'm sorry, my mother will never take the vulgar route." ”

And a change of clothes?! It's a special change of clothes for a meal!

Yang Lele put down her mobile phone, picked up the mirror on the table and looked at her face, her hair was covered with a high-grade nutrient solution, and with the maintenance of a professional Dharma protector expert, she could already have short hair, but now she didn't want to show people with this hairstyle.

As for clothes, she never wears a uniform at work, she still wears a youthful and beautiful skirt, adds a thick coat when she goes out, and the shoes on her feet are always kept above eight centimeters, so going out to see Han Zhixun is already very face-saving for him!

However, Yang Lele changed his mind in the afternoon.

"Xiaoling, ask the stylist to come to the company."

"Yes, Mr. Yang."

The stylist arrived at Yang Lele's office as quickly as possible, and also brought more than a dozen of the most popular new styles in Paris and Milan, and Yang Lele examined them one by one.

Damn, the old lady looks good in whatever she wears, and she wants to choose clothes for Mao?

Damn, the old lady is fascinated by a group of people without makeup, why do you want to wear makeup!

In the constant complaining and boasting, Yang Lele chose a fashionable and sexy low-cut skirt, put on a pair of new winter diamond-encrusted high heels, and then painted a refreshing and lovely European and American light makeup.

"Miss Yang, are you still satisfied?" The stylist put away the makeup case and asked.

Yang Lele looked at himself in the mirror and raised his chin arrogantly, "It's okay." ”

As soon as the time to get off work arrived, Yang Lele looked at his watch, Han Zhixun is already downstairs, right? Rub, if he dares to be a minute late, try it!

As a result, Han Zhixun was five minutes late and did not come.

Yang Lele was directly angry in the office, damn it, she was still late for dinner! The old lady will never eat it!

While he was angry, he didn't forget to look in the mirror and take care of his wig to make sure that the foundation on his face didn't fade.

Why should the old lady care about such a simple thing as eating with him? He loves to eat or not, and it is not uncommon to come to his mother!

Chattering, Yang Lele looked at his watch again, very good, Han Zhixun, your uncle, you dare to be seven minutes late!

This meal, the old lady will definitely not eat it!

After saying that, Yang Lele directly picked up his bag, stepped on high heels and prepared to go out, walked out of the elevator door and walked to the lobby on the first floor, and a tall figure happened to walk in from the revolving glass door.

The man was dressed in a black windbreaker, and his tall figure overshadowed the people around him a lot, Han Zhixun was domineeringly wearing a pair of sunglasses, revealing half of an evil and arrogant smile, and at the same time, he also saw Yang Lele walking towards him, Yang Lele was wearing a light coffee-colored lace-up windbreaker outside, revealing a white calf, and the high heels on her feet showed her slender figure even taller.

Take off your sunglasses, and your phoenix eyes shine.

Looking at each other, Yang Lele's mouth glanced at each other, what are you doing wearing such a sassy feeling!

"I haven't returned to China for a long time, the traffic jam in City A is getting worse, I'm late, you can punish me casually tonight." Han Zhixun took Yang Lele's hand, put it on his lips and kissed it.

Yang Lele wanted to throw his hand and punch him, but he didn't pull out his fingers, let him kiss him, and said disdainfully: "Don't be narcissistic, the old lady doesn't have that idle time!" ”

"Okay, I'll punish myself! Miss Yang, please get in the car. ”

Han Zhixun opened the door and escorted Yang Lele into the car, and then the two ran all the way to the place where they were eating.

Dinner was served at the French Restaurant, which has a romantic atmosphere that is simply a date spot for couples, with melodious piano music, lilac décor, warm crystal chandeliers, and bright roses in vases on each table.

The two sat facing each other, sitting by the window, with the cityscape quietly falling at night outside, and the warm and touching French atmosphere inside, such an environment is really suitable for falling in love.

Han Zhixun opened the menu, "What do you want to eat?" "The tone is gentle, and it is rare to sensationalize.

Yang Lele also opened his own menu casually and flipped through it, "You can eat anything." ”

Han Zhixun saw the special recommendation on the first page and asked, "How about French steak?" ”

Yang Lele glanced at it, "I don't want to eat French at night." ”

Han Zhixun turned the page again, "What about the black pepper steak?" ”

Yang Lele squinted, "When I hear the name, I lose my appetite." "It's still a refusal.

Han Zhixun continued to flip, "Then the refreshing onion rings with steak, medium-rare, the best." ”

Yang Lele snapped together the menu, with a look of contempt, "I said, have you ever heard of onion rings for a date to eat steak?" Can I still talk after eating? The air around me smells of onions, so I don't eat it. ”

Han Zhixun said that he was very big, "Didn't you say casual just now? Is this what you call casual? ”

Yang Lele glanced at Han Zhixun sideways, opened his menu again, and studied it carefully, "That's right, I'm just casual." "Latecomers, what reason is there to reason with me!

And, do I look like a reasonable person, old lady?

Han Zhixun held his forehead and selected all the steaks, and Yang Lele denied them all.

"Miss Yang, what do you want to eat?" Han Zhixun had no choice but to change the restaurant.

Yang Lele's eyes narrowed slightly, "Then the French steak is ready." ”

Han Zhixun: "......, deliberately!" The first negative one actually picked it up again!

Well, very good!

"What kind of wine?" Han Zhixun is about to start asking about the mode again.

This time, Yang Lele replied simply, "Uncle Han, do you want to drink and drive?" ”

Well, then don't drink, drink a drink.

The appetizer and the main meal have been ordered, and Han Zhixun finally asked, "What do you want to eat for dessert after the meal?" There are a few recommended here, mille-feuille, macarons, soufflés, and ......"

"Stop! What desserts do you eat when you're full? Do you think I'm fat? Do you think I'm particularly good at eating? Yang Lele's face was unhappy, and he killed people in seconds.

Well, Han Zhixun now understands that Yang Lele is not a picky eater, she is finding fault!

"Then don't eat it, listen to you." Han Zhixun's temper had been smoothed out by her, and she reported the menu, and while waiting, Yang Lele suddenly spoke.

"Uncle Han, what's the matter, you have also learned to fight guerrillas? How many hours do you plan to stay when you go back to China this time? Yang Lele took a sip of his drink and sneered at Han Zhixun.

It was not only her father who joined the guerrillas, but also Han Zhixun! This guy has been very arrogant lately.

Han Zhixun's hand crossed the table, grabbed Yang Lele's hand, and squeezed it hard, if he didn't clench it tightly, Yang Lele would have to shake it off and slap his backhand.

"When I return to China this time, I will stay a little longer and accompany you well, okay?" Han Zhixun's narrow phoenix eyes are full of affection, and the high voltage in his eyes can almost kill people in seconds.

Yang Lele only glanced at it, and quickly looked away, this goblin, you must not fall for him!

"Yo, it's really rare, and you're willing to stay in the country? Don't talk about accompanying me, I can't afford it. "Once Yang Lele turns on the tsundere mode, he can't stop at all.

Han Zhixun was not in a hurry, "Miss Yang, are you catching up with your aunt?" With such a big mood swing, should I go back to Japan for a few more days and wait for your aunt to leave? ”

"! Don't you dare! Yang Lele directly burst into foul language and pulled Han Zhixun's wrist.

Han Zhixun hooked his lips triumphantly, "Very good, you have begun to give up on me." ”