Newlywed and old love, the president's secret bride

Chapter 341 Mr. Wang has something serious to talk to her about?Duan Zijin glanced at her, his eyes were still red, looking a little pitiful.

Mi Lan couldn't help but frowned. She hadn't seen such a weak expression on Duan Zijin's face for too long. Since she came back, she has always been strong and calm, even reconciled with Jiang Lin. At the same time, he also maintained absolute reason, and made a decision after weighing the pros and cons of each step.

And only children can touch the strings in her heart?

Mi Lan thought in her heart calmly, Tremella was still too young, and she hadn't been close to his father since childhood, so that now Jiang Lin hugged him five times, and he would cry three times.How can he play the role of lubricant in the rigid relationship between his parents?

While thinking about it, she patted the back of the woman in her arms, and stuffed a tissue to her, "Don't cry, look at your current appearance, your face is crying. It's not that you won't be able to see each other again, do you want to cry?" When it’s red dates, why don’t you just go to Meng’s house and see her?”

Duan Zijin gradually suppressed the tears in her eyes, and Mi Lan pushed her again, "Okay, go back and wash up and rest, I will drive you to see Mr. Wang at noon tomorrow. He knows you like to eat Mingyuefang's dishes, and specially Book the seat with the best view. Tomorrow you have to dress up beautifully, don't embarrass me."

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On the second day, Duan Zijin wore a semi-formal off-the-shoulder color-block dress according to Mi Lan's "request". The upper body was wine red, and the lower part was a black hip skirt, which looked elegant and sexy.

For the lunch at noon, Mi Lan took her to style her hair after eight o'clock. Duan Zijin had no idea about it, but let her take it with her, staring blankly at the senior stylist's hair in the floor-to-ceiling mirror. Inserting her hands into her hair, Mi Lan patiently accompanied her, sitting aside and reading a magazine, and occasionally raised her head to chat with the hair stylist, but she never saw Duan Zijin open her mouth.

At 12:30, they arrived at Mingyuefang on time.

Mi Lan threw her to the front desk, and went straight to the couple booth by the window, where there was already a beautiful woman wearing sunglasses waiting.

Seeing Mi Lan approaching, Mu Nianci took off his sunglasses with one hand and ordered the drink list, "What would you like to drink?"

Mi Lan casually ordered a glass of fruit wine, her gaze never leaving Duan Zijin who was being ushered to the private seat.

The huge landscape bonsai and a row of artificially cultivated golden silk bamboos basically blocked their eyes from outside the private seat. Mi Lan frowned, and vaguely saw the shadow of a black suit from among the bamboo branches. She sat down and said, "Wang Wang Bad location, can't see anything."

"The mountain people have their own tricks." Mu Nianci smiled mysteriously, brushing away one side of her hair, Mi Lan instantly saw a white headphone cable slipping into her coat along the curve of her neck.

She was stunned for two seconds, and asked a little speechlessly: "...Are you a psychiatrist or a spy?"

Just as Mu Nianci was about to answer, a sound came from the earphones. She stopped her voice and put her index finger on her lips, making a "shh" motion.

In the private seat, Mr. Wang had already stood up and opened the seat for the woman.

Duan Zijin also looked at this man calmly. He was well dressed, wearing glasses, and looked refined. He was not as tall as Jiang Lin, and his physique didn't seem very strong, with a bit of reservedness unique to southerners. And graceful, far less bold and unrestrained than northerners.

Although Duan Zijin doesn't think it's a good thing to use subtlety and restraint on a man...

After she sat down, the other party was also looking at her with his eyes, maybe because he was used to being a leader, a simple look would always reveal something extraordinary.

It's not as deep and cold as Jiang Lin's, without anger and prestige, but it is similar to a certain kind of careful calculation, which made her first impression--petty.

Subconsciously, she thought of the man who was always as calm as a mountain. He always carried a majestic spirit, and his every move was majestic.

President Wang handed her the menu, "What do you want to eat?"

Duan Zijin thought for a while, and ordered the most famous Dongpo pork in Daomingyuefang. Seeing that the braised lion head was bright and attractive, he ordered a portion too.Her original intention was not to order too many dishes to avoid waste, and the waiter also advised the two of them that three dishes and one soup were just right.

So Mr. Wang interrupted very seriously when she ordered the braised lion head: "I think the taste of these two dishes is similar. They are both braised in soy sauce. Since we only order three dishes in total, let's change one."

Duan Zijin looked up at him, but before he could speak, he hurriedly said, "I'm not afraid of spending money! I'm not afraid of spending money!" After repeating it twice, he finally said, "But life is like a business. , we pay attention to gaining more customer experience with the lowest cost, so as not to lose money! Ms. Duan, what do you think? Braised lion head, we will eat it next time!"

When Mu Nianci was holding coffee at the next table, he blew out a "poof" when he heard this, and the milk foam splashed on the table.

She took off the earphones and asked Mi Lan: "What kind of thing are you looking for?"

It was the first time she saw a man who denied a lady's wish so bluntly and logically after she finished ordering.

His way of negating is not even negotiating, but presenting facts, reasoning, and brainwashing people to follow his ideas.

Wearing the other earphone, Mi Lan could hear clearly, she couldn't help but smiled and raised her forehead, "What should I do, I really hate this kind of stingy man." Probably that man is always too willing to spend money on her, Whatever she wanted, he would deliver it to her without blinking an eye.

Mu Nianci commented very pertinently, "In his heart, money is not earned but saved. When his career has developed to the point where he still thinks about saving money every day, this kind of man probably has some low self-esteem in the past, and this This kind of inferiority complex can easily lead to extreme desire for control, which is what you usually call... straight male cancer."

low self-esteem in the past.

Mi Lan chewed these five words carefully, remembering the man's hidden disease, and exclaimed: "You guys who study psychology are so accurate in seeing people?"

Mu Nianci didn't speak, and a woman's gentle voice came out of the earphone soon, "I can do whatever I want, you can arrange it."

After chatting for a while, Mr. Wang said again: "Miss Duan likes this kind of skirt with strapless shoulders and hips very much?"

Duan Zijin looked at him nonchalantly, as if he understood what he meant, but also as if he didn't understand at all, just smiled calmly, "I like it."

The face of the man on the opposite side changed, and there was some displeasure in his eyes, but he still remained patient and said nothing.

Halfway through the meal, he took out an exquisite diamond bracelet from his pocket, "I ordered a bouquet of flowers for you, but I think both this bracelet and that bouquet are more suitable for an elegant western restaurant." , I didn't expect Miss Duan's taste to be so good..."

He glanced at the few "very tasty" dishes on the table, and chose a slightly gentle expression with a smirk, "It's so close to the people. That's why I asked people to return the bouquet of flowers. You take this Just a bracelet."

Duan Zijin took a look at the shiny bracelet, which was full of broken diamonds, and she said, "It's costing you."

"It's okay, cheap, I'll buy you better ones after you get married."

For some reason, when Duan Zijin heard the word "marriage", she suddenly felt a little nauseous.

She smiled innocently, and Mr. Wang unbuttoned the bracelet, "I'll try it on for you. If the size doesn't fit, you can return it at the mall with a receipt."

Mu Nianci and Mi Lan were both helpless when they heard the movement in the earphones. The waiter just went in to deliver tea, and suddenly a man shouted angrily from the private room, and then the waiter was kicked out, and Mi Lan stopped him Him, "What's going on?"

The waiter said embarrassingly: "Just now Mr. Wang wanted to wear a bracelet for that lady. The lady seemed a little nervous and accidentally spilled the tea."

Mu Nianci was silent for a moment, and after the waiter left, he said to Mi Lan: "The reason why others can see that she is nervous, instead of spilling the tea deliberately in anger, must be because she showed subconscious struggle. It's more of panic and fear than anger."

"what do you mean?"

Mu Nianci sighed, "She really has a general sense of resistance to men."

Mi Lan poked her sugar cube with a small spoon, "Then what should I do?"

Just as Mu Nianci was about to speak, she inadvertently caught sight of a tall figure walking towards the door of Mingyuefang from the corner of her eye. She hurriedly put on her sunglasses and lowered her peaked cap, and turned her face to the side, "It's over, quickly hide."

Mi Lan also looked over there, her eyes widened immediately, she turned her head to cover her face with one hand, lowered her voice, and said nervously, "Why is he here? Didn't the news say that he..."

Are you not in Yucheng?

Duan Zijin concentrated on wiping the water stains on the table with a paper towel, while Mr. Wang looked at her with complicated eyes from the opposite side.

This woman is really as Chairman Mi said, she is beautiful and majestic, she is not surprised by changes, but she always feels like a porcelain doll. Although the workmanship and shape are very exquisite, she is just a doll. She couldn't help expressing her emotions - except for the way she frowned and avoided when he was about to put a bracelet on her just now.

But considering that she can listen to her own words and has a son, she doesn't seem to be particularly extravagant in spending money. From this point of view, she is a good candidate for marriage.

He coughed lightly, "Miss Duan, the meal is almost done, shouldn't we talk about business?"

At this moment, a deep and slightly cold man's voice came in, "Is there something business Mr. Wang wants to talk to her about?"