The only favorite of the wealthy: the black-bellied president is busy chasing his wife

Nangong Ming took off his coat, put it on Gu Ning, and gently put his arms around her shoulders: "Let's go eat, I don't think you should spoil the fun."

A familiar warm smell penetrated Gu Ning's nostrils and penetrated into her heart.

That was the smell on Nangong Ming's coat.

Gu Ning naturally tightened his clothes, and a faint smile appeared on the corner of his lips.

It was completely different from the Rakshasa look before, full of tenderness and said: "I just vented my anger, how can I spoil the fun when I am in full swing!"

Standing on the side, Qiao Yixin suddenly felt that there was a light bulb in her, and coughed lightly.

Then the three of them left the lobby.

On the stairs on the second floor, Ling Jiu'er was watching here. Seeing Gu Ning leaving safely, a desperado that he had prepared for a long time was broken like this. He was very annoyed, but he had no choice but to stomp his feet secretly angrily.

Nangong Ming drove the car on the way to dinner.

Gu Ning seemed to be fine, but Qiao Yixin was so worried that Qiao Yixin kept pulling Gu Ning to ask questions.

After a while, I asked why you have a gun; after a while, I asked why you are so calm, if I should be scared to death.

After a while, he said that the way you looked just now was so scary; just after finishing speaking, he changed his words and said that he should still look like that, otherwise he would have to be slaughtered by others.

Gu Ning said it in an angry and funny way, explaining it to Qiao Yixin for a long time was not something that could be explained in a few sentences, so she simply let her keep talking in her ear.

Today, I'm afraid I really scared her.

It wasn't until they reached the place that the helpless Qiao Yixin stopped talking and followed Nangong Ming and Gu Ning into the restaurant.

The three of them came to the private room of the restaurant. On a table covered with satin and lotus-patterned tablecloth, the food had already been set up, and the food was delicious. Just looking at it and smelling it would whet the appetite.

Gu Ning was stunned for a moment. This restaurant is one of the few restaurants in North China that specializes in Jiangnan dishes. It is often overcrowded. If you want to eat here, you have to make a reservation for a long time in advance.

Seeing Gu Ning's expression, Qiao Yixin blinked and explained: "Just now when we were taking off our makeup, Nangong Ming checked the time and asked his assistant to order it for fear that you would be hungry."

Gu Ning felt slightly warm after hearing this, but his mouth was still stubborn: "In fact, the food in our CN Group is very good, and the skills of the canteen cooks are no worse than those of senior chefs outside."

"I know, I've heard. Is it people-oriented?" Nangong Ming helped Gu Ning and Qiao Yixin pull out the chair without any trace and said.

The three sat down, Gu Ning looked up at Nangong Ming: "What? You also know my management philosophy?"

Nangong Ming nodded: "I've heard of it!"

"I'm afraid it's not just as simple as I heard, but I think I must have already figured out everything related to our family Gu Ning?" Qiao Yixin added just right.

The atmosphere in the box instantly became ambiguous.

Gu Ning coughed, changed the subject and said, "Eat, eat."

Gu Ning couldn't be more clear about this woman's thoughts, and then went on to say that Qiao Yixin probably had to help her marry Nangong Ming on the spot.

Qiao Yixin stuck out her tongue slightly towards Gu Ning, but didn't speak any more.

Gu Ning looked at the table, which was full of color and fragrance. It was the last time he had eaten this way when he looked back at home, so it has been a long time since.

Immediately, I couldn't wait to pick up the chopsticks and prepare to pick up the pot of sweet and sour pork.

Before the chopsticks were stretched out, there was a bowl of soup in front of him.