In the Maybach car, Ji Mohan glanced at Chu Yahan, who was hanging up the phone: "Sneaky? On the phone with your boyfriend? ”

Anyway, if you have a boyfriend, you will have a boyfriend, let him misunderstand, maybe he will be more restrained in the future.

Chu Yahan simply followed his words: "Yes! ”

The moment the words fell, she could feel that Ji Mohan's eyes had changed when she looked at her, and she suddenly stepped on the brakes, shaking violently, Chu Yahan's back was hit violently, and the back of the chair was soft so as not to be injured, but she still glared at him angrily.

"If you want to have a place in your heart, you'd better put away that restless heart."

Isn't it? Chu Yahan was very confused, where was she restless?

Ji Mo Han closed his cold gaze again, but for some reason, a heart was inexplicably blocked.

She actually has a boyfriend?

Cut! What was it before that?

But even so, he still covered up the strange feeling in his heart very well, and took her to one of the most famous aristocratic restaurants in the imperial capital.

The people who come here to dine are either rich or expensive, and they are all the people at the top of the entire imperial capital, and the restaurant is full of reservations on weekdays, and many people don't even have a place.

Ji Mohan ordered the presidential box with a phone call, and even the restaurant manager had to come down to serve him in person.

It was the first time for Chu Yahan to step into such a top-notch restaurant, looking at the luxurious buildings around her, the soft and romantic lighting, and the diffuse fragrance of roses, showing the copper smell of the rich everywhere.

She sighed in her heart, she can really do whatever she wants when she is rich!

Ji Mohan glanced at her obliquely: "A place like this is a place that your poor boyfriend can't take you in your life." ”

Chu Yahan was a little unhappy in her heart, and couldn't help but retort at her: "So what? The people I love are not his money. ”

"Really?" was even more panicked in his heart, but Mo Han smiled with a smile on his face: "I want to see how you can drink water." ”

The two entered the presidential box, obviously it was just a simple dinner, but it was almost luxurious, the various dishes on the table were exquisite and beautiful, and there was a band playing by the pool not far away, and the moving music was flowing in the ears.

"Sit down!" Ji Mohan took the first step to help her pull open the stool.

Chu Yahan was stunned, thinking to herself, she still has such a gentlemanly side. Soon, her attention was drawn to the food on the table.

"Let's eat!" Ji Mohan looked at her, his eyes were full of deep smiles.

Chu Yahan was really not hungry, but when he saw the delicacies on the table, he still swallowed his saliva.

"Don't dare to eat? Do you still need me to feed you? Ji Mohan said, and raised his hand to pick up a tempting piece of beef and handed it to her.

Chu Yahan's face turned red irrepressibly: "No need, I, I'll just eat it myself." ”

She lowered her head, picked up the knife and fork, and wanted to cut the steak, but she didn't know what was going on, and as soon as her hand shook, the knife and fork fell to the ground, and she was already panicking, and now her nervous brain was in a mess.

Ji Mohan raised his hand, first asked the waiter to get a new pair of knives and forks, and then he half-supported his chin with his hand, and looked at Chu Yahan with a smile in his eyes.

Chu Yahan was treated by him as if she was on pins and needles, and she ate an extremely unsteady dinner, she really wanted to leave.

"Here, take a bite."

"I, I don't need it, you can eat it yourself!" Chu Yahan blushed and shook her head.

The corners of Jimo Han's lips hooked: "Aren't you very happy that I fed you that day?" ”

How can that day be compared to today?

Chu Yahan had red lips and wanted to explain, but who knows, he directly stuffed the beef into his mouth, and the sweet and attractive taste permeated his mouth, and she still swallowed it very unhappily.

"Is it delicious?" The smile between Jimo Han's eyebrows deepened, and it tightly locked the sauce on the corners of her lips.