Chapter 593: President of Tsundere, Paranoid 11

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The call hangs up.
At this time, Assistant Zhang's voice came
"Miss Su, here it is."
The car stopped smoothly in front of the building's door.
And it's almost the effort of the front and back feet.
Bo Yan had actually come out of the building.
Assistant Zhang gets off
"Mr. Bo."
Boss face expressionless, swept across Assistant Zhang.
Then, looking at the woman sitting firmly in the car.
Step forward, open the door and get in the car.
A cold breath struck.
He glanced at Su Yan indifferently.
"I remember telling you not to pick it up."
Su Yan nodded,
"I want to come."
Bo Xiong's ears moved, and she stopped looking at her, and responded blankly
"Yep"
I know.
It just disappeared for a few hours.
Just have to run to the door of the group to pick him up.
Sure enough, his newlywed wife missed him.
As a husband, she should meet her little requirement anyway.
Wait until the car arrives at the restaurant's door.
It was getting dark.
Even a little bit ahead of schedule.
The thin puppet covered a whole layer, and the piano music poured out.
The waiter led the way to the only table in the center.
The dishes are all ordered before.
Soon after they sat down, exquisite dishes were presented for a long time.
Su Yan has always lowered his head to eat, and Bo Yan is also a little talkative.
So much so that the first dinner of the two continued in this silence.
Xiaohua laments
"This is the first time I know that dating can still be done this way."
Neither of them was the type of active talking. For nearly an hour of dining, there was no sound other than the sound of a knife and fork colliding except for this piano song.
But look closely at these two people ...
They seem to be accustomed and adaptable.
Not awkward at all.
The red wine placed next to Su Yan did not move.
His eyes couldn't help but look at the red wine.
She can't drink.
But, want to taste it.
After a long struggle.
Reached out and raised the glass.
Take a sip.
The scent of grapes bloomed freely from the tip of the tongue.
Can't help but take another sip.
After a while, a glass of red wine under his belly.
Bo Yan looked at her, expressionless
"like?"
A single question can make people feel cold and unpopular.
Su Yan sat there, her cheeks were a little red, and she smiled slightly.
"Yep"
After answering it, he was sitting there without moving.
She just stared at Bo Yan.
At the beginning, it was nothing.
But Su Yan has been watching for a long time.
Thin pursed lips
"Look what."
She smiled and frowned
"look at you."
The soft waxy voice sounded.
The thin cricket ears were uncontrollably red for a moment.
Floret
"Ding Dong, the current male protagonist's favorability value is increased by 2, and the current favorability is 24."
Su Yan looked around blankly.
It's getting dark and it's time to go back to sleep.
Thinking about it, he stood up, and as a result, fell back to the seat.
Floret trembled
"Stay, host? You won't be drunk with two sips of wine?"
It is a pity that the host who has been drunk at this moment has no way to answer his words.
Su Yan was at a loss, his voice soft
"Can't move."
She looked down at the candlelight, her voice a little aggrieved.
Bo Yan snorted coldly.
No pursed lips.
Is this holding him away?
Sure enough, she was petting and proud.
It was just that she had a meal with her, and she became more and more brazen.
Who let him be her husband.