CEO's Secret Lover

"You want to have lunch? Didn’t you not even know how to pick up chopsticks? " Huo Jianji was puzzled by She Yimeng’s sudden suggestion. Instinct told him that this brat must be up to something.

"I can use the spoon. Suddenly, I feel like Chinese food is the most delicious." He Yi Meng insisted on her choice with a determined look on her face.

So Huo Jiabao took the wheel and drove to the Chinese restaurant’s underground parking lot.

This restaurant was very classical. The space between the private rooms was separated by a screen. Walking in the corridor outside the private room, one would be able to catch a glimpse of the people inside. Since the cost of food here was so high that it was frightening, other than those who were wealthy, no one else would come to eat here. Basically, normally speaking, one had to book in advance in order to come here to eat.

As such, when Huo Jiabao and He Yimeng entered the hotel, they were stopped by a waiter.

"Sir, do you have a reservation?"

"Nope." He went somewhere, but he never thought about anything predetermined. The best restaurants in the city all recognized this face. However, he had never been to this restaurant before, so it was normal for the waiter to not know him.

"I’m sorry, sir, but come to our restaurant. We need to reserve some dishes first." Thus, a waiter who did not know how to judge a person by his appearance blocked off the president of the Huo Family Communications and the Huo Family’s granddaughter outside the door.

"Uncle waiter, I advise you to let my dad in. Otherwise, if you anger him, you might regret it." He Yi Meng saw Huo Jianji’s unsightly expression and tried to persuade him.

"I’m sorry, sir. We have to make a reservation here ..." The waiter was exceptionally firm in his stance, not giving the slightest of face as he rejected the offer.

At this moment, Huo Jiu was getting impatient. He took out his cell phone and was about to call his assistant. The content was to find out who opened this restaurant, and also to check if it was available on the market.

However, before he could make this call, He Yimeng’s hand had already stopped him. He whispered to Huo Jianji, "Daddy, be calm. Let’s not lower ourselves to his level."

With that, he turned to the waiter and said, "Uncle, someone has already reserved seats, but I don’t know which room. Can you help me find one?"

"You can contact that customer by phone ..." The waiter said again as if he did not understand the situation.

With a "whoosh", Huo Jiabao’s anger flared. He dialed Qian Jun’s number, gave him an explanation, and then stood there, waiting for someone to come over.

When She Yimeng saw the slightly evil smile on Huo Jiuzi’s face, her heart trembled. She silently mourned the fate of the waiter.

Inside the private room, She Meixin was no longer able to sit still. Although Guo Yaxin’s direct attack on her had lessened, the conversation between her, Mrs. Yang and Guo Caimei had been purposely carried out.

"Sister, when you went to Africa this time, did you see any of those chiefs or anything like that?"

"We went to South Africa, but we didn’t see the chief. We just had lunch with the Foreign Minister." When Guo Caimei mentioned this matter, her face was filled with a self-evident smile.

"What is it? He even met the foreign minister? Are you, Green Light, preparing to switch to the jewellery business? " Since she sat down, Mrs. Yang had rarely spoken a word. At this time, perhaps she had finally found a topic she was more interested in, she opened her mouth and asked Guo Caimei.

"I don’t have such a plan at the moment. I’m just going over to take a look." Guo Caimei shook her head and denied with a smile.

"I went over to have a look and was able to eat at the same table as the diplomats without any plans. Sure enough, it’s different if I have a brother who works at the United Nations." Mrs. Yang’s words sounded sour, as if Guo Caimei was purposely withholding information from her.

However ...

He Meixin was scared silly.

Did she just hallucinate? My brother in the United Nations?

He turned to look at Wu Wei with a puzzled expression. What he meant was, "Please explain to me what’s going on."

"My uncle works for the United Nations Secretariat." A deliberately suppressed voice rang out beside He Mei’s ears. However, it was like a thunderclap that shook her to the point that her soul nearly left her body.

They... What kind of family was this?

Noble family, political, and political figures ...

"Then... That... I... I suddenly felt... "I want to go home first ..." She cried. She wasn’t going to play with them anymore, okay? What was this all about? Her family was so powerful that she could barely breathe. The disparity in status was such that she had to sit at this table and listen to what they were saying about oil, diamonds, stocks, and all the rest of it.

However, she wanted to leave, but he wouldn’t let her.

The hand holding her on the table tightened again, and the low voice came to her ears again. "You have to get used to my life."

Damn, it’s not a matter of adapting or not, alright?

If you want a beggar to become an emperor for no reason at all, that would depend on whether he has the stomach or not.

She, He Meixin, already had a son. She could not have children in the future, but her family status and other objective factors had already separated her from Wu Wei’s world.

What Cinderella’s story, what how nothing could stop them from being together as long as they loved each other, what identity was not a problem, and what age was not a problem. It didn’t mean anything to her now.

"By the way, my good heart, do you like opera? Recently, ’Fool’ has been going on in Y City. When are you free to accompany me to take a look? " Guo Caimei suddenly changed the topic and started talking about the opera again.

Opera... He Mei’s heart went blank. She really wanted to slap herself in the face so hard that you wouldn’t even investigate a few people in their house before coming to meet their parents. Making sure that you agreed to let them eat this meal ...

"Right... I’m sorry, I don’t know much about opera... " If she wasn’t afraid that she would fall asleep and be laughed at while "enjoying" the opera, she would definitely nod in approval and say that she liked the opera very much, very much.

"If that’s the case, then what about the exhibition? It is said that in two days there will be a show of the Leonardo da Vinci painting to be held in Y City, and we can go there before the opening ceremony. "

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