Chapter 469

After hearing Wang Haoran's words, Qin Kai was startled, and then felt normal again.

"Yun Han has been used to being arrogant and indulgent since she was a child. She has a bit of a young lady's temper, but she still has a good heart."

After explaining, Qin Kai smiled and encouraged:

"Hao Ran, Yun Han doesn't have any other male friends. To be friends with you, he must treat you differently. You have to work hard. Uncle is optimistic about you."

The Wang family and the Qin family have known each other for a long time, and Wang Haoran and Qin Yunhan have also known each other for a long time, so they have a sense of childhood sweetheart.

And the two are well matched.

Qin Kai is still very satisfied with Wang Haoran, and hopes that his daughter and Wang Haoran will get together.

"Okay, I will definitely work hard." Wang Haoran smiled innocently and responded to Qin Kai.

But I thought secretly in my heart, come on? If I hadn't been cautious, you might have been waiting to be a grandfather.

But having said that, the safe stuff is running out, so I have to buy some online as soon as possible.

While talking, all the dishes were served.

"Old Wang, don't you have friendship with that beautiful chef? Don't you want to introduce us?"

Qin Kai was a little moved, thinking that when he held a banquet in the future, he would also invite this female chef to come over to handle it, so he said to Wang Xiang.

After Wang Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he still bit the bullet and said: "Okay."

Moreover, the female chef had been busy for a long time and didn't eat.

In terms of etiquette, people should be invited over for a meal.

"Uncle, let me call." Zhen Wei volunteered.

Wang Xiang nodded and reminded, "Remember to be polite."

"certainly!"

Zhen Wei left the banquet hall excitedly, ran outside, and soon came to the back kitchen.

At this time, Song Zhihui had already taken off her chef's robe, as if she was about to leave.

"Hello, my uncle invites you to have dinner." Zhen Wei said politely, remembering his instructions.

"Your uncle?" Song Zhihui was surprised.

"It's Wang Xiang." Zhen Wei explained.

Only then did Song Zhihui realize that the wretched man in front of her was not Wang Haoran.

However, my cousin is so ugly, how can my cousin be good-looking? It must be ugly too.

She had only seen Wang Xiang so far, but not Zhen Li.

Wang Xiang is now middle-aged and fat, and he is not as handsome as he was when he was young, and he can't see the shadow of a handsome guy at all.

Song Zhihui didn't think at all how good Wang Xiang's genes were, so she naturally thought so.

Anyone who sees the photos of Wang Xiang when he was young, or sees the beautiful Zhen Li, will not think Wang Haoran is ugly.

"I still have something to do, so I won't go to dinner, please pass the message."

Because of what happened to her best friend Feng Anna, Song Zhihui didn't have a good impression of Wang Haoran at all, and at the same time she didn't have a good impression of the Wang family.

At present, the birthday party has been arranged, and her work is completed, so she naturally doesn't want to stay any longer.

After responding to Zhen Wei, Song Zhihui was about to leave.

She has a female assistant in personal life who helps with the daily affairs. She has called just now and asked the female assistant to drive to pick her up.

Calculating the time, it was almost at the Wang's mansion.

Song Zhihui didn't want to stay longer, so she turned around and walked towards the gate of the Wang family's mansion.

Zhen Wei remembered Wang Xiang's instructions, so he didn't dare to force him to stay, so he could only quickly run to the banquet hall to inform him about the situation.

"It's really a pity, this beauty God of Cooking has something to do, so it's inconvenient to keep her." Wang Xiang said pretending to be regretful.

In fact, she was afraid that Song Zhihui would inadvertently tell the truth after she came.

She was invited by Wang Xiang at a high price, and she had no friendship at all.

Wang Xiang didn't want to lose face in front of his friends, and after learning that Song Zhihui was leaving, he naturally wouldn't try to keep her.

However, for the sake of being polite, Wang Xiang got up and was going to see him off at the gate.

After all, Wang Xiang also planned to continue to invite Song Zhihui to organize the banquet when the Wang family held weddings in the future.

"Everyone, excuse me. I'll go and see if I can leave this beautiful chef after the banquet."

Wang Xiang said to his friend, left the banquet hall, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Wang Haoran knew that Wang Xiang paid a lot of money to invite Song Zhihui, so he naturally had doubts about Wang Xiang's words.

After thinking for a while, he also got up and left the banquet hall.

At present, this Song Zhihui has seen him, but he has not seen Song Zhihui.

Therefore, I naturally want to see what the beautiful God of Cooking looks like.

In particular, she wanted to see for herself whether Song Zhihui's legs were really long.

Wang Xiang came to the gate of the mansion.

Song Zhihui stood with her back facing the gate of the mansion, carrying an expensive bag, as if waiting.

Hearing footsteps behind him, he suddenly looked back.

"Miss Song, why don't you stay and eat the banquet before leaving?" Wang Xiang said.

"Thank you for your kindness. I still have something to do, so I won't stay for dinner." Song Zhihui was polite on the surface.

"Alright then," Wang Xiang didn't hold back, pretending to nod regretfully, and then said:

"I'll transfer the final payment to your account tomorrow morning."

"Okay." Song Zhihui nodded and smiled politely.

At this time, a red Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove up and stopped at the gate of the Wang family's mansion.

It was Song Zhihui's personal assistant who drove there.

"Miss Song, I'll see you off soon." Wang Xiang said politely again.

Song Zhihui faked a smile, didn't bother to answer, and was about to get in the car.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure approaching not far away.

Song Zhihui froze suddenly when she got into the car, and looked intently at the approaching figure.

On the delicate and beautiful face, a smile is gradually blooming and blooming.

Wang Haoran turned on the perspective, and saw Song Zhihui from afar.

Song Zhihui was really tall.

Visually it looks like 180.

And the highs are high, but not flat, with amazing curves.

Simply supermodel body.

The legs wrapped in skinny jeans are also really long and well-proportioned in thickness. If they increase or decrease, they will lose their beauty. They are just right and perfect.

Wang Haoran asked himself.

I have never carried such a long leg on my shoulders.

The most important point is that Song Zhihui is still very white.

That natural white.

The skin is as good as a baby's, without any blemishes.

Soon, Wang Haoran came to Wang Xiang's side.

Song Zhihui saw it more clearly, as if a deer was bumping wildly in her heart.

"Miss Song?"

The female assistant was outside the car, waiting for Song Zhihui to get into the car and close the door for her.

However, Song Zhihui persisted, stepping into the car with one foot and stepping on the ground, without moving for a long time.

The female assistant was also puzzled, so she asked.

Hearing the voice, Song Zhihui came to her senses. Quickly look away looking somewhere.

Immediately, retract one of the long legs that stepped into the car.

Walked in front of Wang Xiang.

Seeing this, Wang Xiang felt a little strange.

This Song Zhihui was about to get in the car and leave, why did she suddenly come back?

"Boss Wang, I thought about it again. If I just leave after your kind invitation, it would be too embarrassing for you."

While Wang Xiang was puzzled, Song Zhihui also suddenly made a sound.

Because of her guilty conscience, when Song Zhihui said this, she didn't dare to look at Wang Haoran who was beside Wang Xiang.