The black-bellied president forced his wife to marry

Chapter 407
A few days later, on Saturday night, Meng Zixiao offered to invite Ding Yuanqiu to dinner.Ding Yuanqiu, who had been bored at home all day, suddenly sat up on the bed. She ran to the bathroom to brush away her messy hair, and looked at herself in the mirror.

His face is pale, his eyes are slightly swollen, and his chin seems to be a little pointed after not eating well these days.Ding Yuanqiu cheered up and smiled, but it was uglier than crying.

She turned on the faucet and patted the water on her face. After washing her face, she smeared it on and her complexion improved a bit, but she was still not satisfied, so she decided to go out to a beauty salon for maintenance.

Picking and choosing in the closet, Ding Yuanqiu finally chose a beige sweater with a black leather skirt, covered with a date-colored woolen coat.Looking at herself in the mirror, she suddenly changed her mind and waited for him in the living room.

About half an hour later, Meng Zixiao called and said that he had arrived downstairs.

Ding Yuanqiu said weakly: "Do you want to come up and sit for a while? I haven't packed it yet."

As expected, Meng Zixiao refused again, saying to wait downstairs.

Ding Yuanqiu was a little disappointed when he heard this, and deliberately lingered in the room for a while, before going downstairs with his bag.

Twilight has come, and the afterglow of the setting sun is faint, leaving only a little golden light from the end of the street in the distance.Meng Zixiao was standing outside the car smoking a cigarette, his tall body was outlined in silhouette by the backlight at dusk.Ding's father is an old smoker, and Ding Yuanqiu actually dislikes smokers, but the smoking posture of this man in front of him is too handsome to look at directly, with a cold arrogance that makes her heart beat wildly.

Seeing her coming, Meng Zixiao opened the car door for her in a gentlemanly manner. Everything seemed to be the same as before. Ding Yuanqiu's heart beat faster and his mood improved a lot.

Meng Zixiao threw away the cigarette, and then sat in. Ding Yuanqiu asked, "What are you going to eat? I invite you."

"I didn't ask you to invite me." He started the car and explained lightly, "Sorry, I've been busy before."

Ding Yuanqiu lowered his eyelids, said "um", and didn't say anything more about the treat.In fact, there is very little chance for her to pay the bill. Meng Zixiao is quite masculine in this regard, and there is no reason to ask a woman to pay. The "treat" is just an excuse for her so-called reservedness to ask him out.

Meng Zixiao didn't ask her opinion, and drove directly to the downstairs of the Kerry Crown Hotel in the CBD center. This is one of the most famous hotels under Kerry's banner. The western restaurant on the 95th floor is also a famous night view spot in the city.

Taking the landscape elevator upstairs, the waiter warmly greeted him at the elevator entrance, but he didn't recognize him for a while, and asked, "How many people are there? Have you made a reservation in advance?"

"Two, no."

The manager came over immediately after seeing it, and said anxiously: "Mr. Meng, I'm sorry he's new here."

Meng Zixiao waved his hand and didn't care. He walked directly towards the private room. The manager followed up and whispered, "I don't know if you are coming tonight. Mr. Tang is at Xingzhen Pavilion. Would you like to go there?"

"Xing Zhen Pavilion" is a private room reserved by Meng Zixiao, which is usually not open to the public for the convenience of himself and some relatives and friends.

Meng Zixiao paused and asked, "Who is he with? Xu Xian and the others?"

"With his wife and young master."

Meng Zixiao glanced at Ding Yuanqiu and said lightly, "Forget it."

The manager asked cautiously: "Today's weekend, the boxes are full, but there are two people who haven't arrived yet, I'll cancel it for you—"

"No, just stay in the lobby and pick a quieter place."

The manager answered "yes" repeatedly, made a gesture, and led them to their seats.

The restaurant is luxuriously decorated and the consumption is extremely high. The hall is full of lights, without any sense of hustle and bustle, only the beautiful piano sound flowing quietly.They were seated by the window, with a wide view, and a sweeping view of the bright night view of City B outside.

(End of this chapter)