"You want Chinese food? Can't you even grasp chopsticks? " Huo Jiabao is puzzled about he Yimeng's sudden proposal. His intuition tells him that this little boy is probably making some ghost ideas in his heart.
"I can use a spoon. I suddenly feel that Chinese food is the best." He Yimeng insists on his choice and looks unswerving.
As a result, Huo Jiabao turned the wheel and drove to the underground parking lot of the Chinese restaurant.
This restaurant is very classical. The boxes are separated by screens. Walking in the corridor outside the box, you can see the people inside. Because the consumption here is so high that it's frightening to death, so the people who come here for dinner will not have any other people except those upper class people who are not bad for money. Basically, generally speaking, when you come here for dinner, you have to make a reservation in advance.
Therefore, when Huo Jiabao and he Yimeng enter the hotel, they are stopped by the waiter.
"Do you have a reservation, sir?"
"No Huo Jiabao was amused. He went to a certain place, but he never thought about any reservation. The top restaurants in the city all recognize this face. It's just that I haven't been to this restaurant, so it's normal that the waiter doesn't know him.
"I'm sorry, sir. You have to make a reservation before you come to our restaurant." As a result, gray often does not know how to judge people by their appearance, so the waiter stops the president of Huo's communication and Huo's eldest granddaughter outside the door.
"Uncle waiter, I advise you to let my dad in, or you may regret it if you annoy him." He also dream see Huo Jiabao already some not very good-looking face, quickly persuade.
"I'm sorry, sir. We have to make a reservation here first..." The waiter's stand was extremely firm, and he refused without face.
Huo Jiabao was already impatient. He took out his mobile phone and was ready to call his assistant. The content was nothing more than to find out who owned the restaurant and to see if it was listed. If so, he would make a direct purchase plan
However, before he made the call, he was held back by he Yimeng's little hand. He whispered to Huo Jiabao: "Daddy, calm down. We don't have the same opinion with him."
Then he turned to the waiter and said, "uncle, we've already had a reservation, but I don't know which box it is. Could you help me find it?"
"You can contact the guest by phone yourself..." The waiter was very ignorant of the current affairs and said so again.
Huo Jiabao's anger "miso" came up, he dialed Qian Jun's phone, so and so explained, and then stood there as if waiting for someone to come.
He Yimeng saw that Huo Jiabao's face at this time was wearing a kind of faint and evil smile. He trembled in his heart and mourned for the next fate of the waiter.
In this box, he Meixin can't sit any longer. Although Guo Yaxin's direct attack on her is less, her conversation with Mrs. Yang and Guo Caimei is obviously deliberate.
"Sister, did you meet any of those chiefs when you went to Africa this time?"
"We went to South Africa, but the chief didn't see us. He just had lunch with the foreign minister of South Africa." When Guo Caimei talked about it, her face was filled with a kind of self-evident smile.
"What? Even the foreign minister? Are you going to switch to jewelry business From sitting down to now, Mrs. Yang, who seldom talks, may finally find a topic she is more interested in. She looks at Guo Caimei and asks.
"There's no plan yet, but I went there to have a look." Smiling and shaking her head, Guo Caimei denied.
"I have no plan to go there and have a look. I can eat at the same table with a diplomat. Sure enough, my brother who works in the United Nations is different." Mrs. Yang's words are a little sour. It seems that Guo Caimei didn't disclose any information to her on purpose.
But
But he Meixin was scared.
Did she just have a hallucination? My brother at the United Nations?
Looking at Wu Wei with a confused face, I mean, please explain to me what's going on.
"My great uncle works in the UN Secretariat." Deliberately low voice in he Meixin's ear, but it was like thunder, she almost had to die.
They What kind of family is this?
Aristocrats, political and industry leaders
"Well That I I suddenly feel I want to go home first... " She's crying. She won't play with them, OK? What is it all about? Such a strong lineup of family members in her family almost made her breathless. The disparity of status made her continue to sit on this table and listen to what they were talking about, such as oil, diamonds, stocks and so on.
However, she wanted to go, but he didn't let her.
Her hand on the table tightened again, and a low voice came into her ear: "you have to get used to my life."Ya, it's not the problem of adaptation now, OK?
If you want a beggar to be an emperor for no reason, it depends on his stomach. Can you digest the food the emperor wants to eat?
Let alone having a son or not having children in the future, she is separated from Wu Wei's world by the objective factors of family conditions, status and status.
What is the story of Cinderella? As long as two people fall in love, nothing can hinder them from being together. What identity is not a problem, and age is not a distance. Now it doesn't mean anything to her.
"By the way, Mei Xin, do you like opera? Recently, it seems that "jester" is on in Y City. When do you have time to go with me? " Guo Caimei suddenly changed the topic and began to talk about opera.
Opera He Meixin is silly. She wants to slap her face so that you can come to see her parents without knowing how many people in her family are. She wants you to promise her parents to come for the meal if you have nothing to do
"Yes I'm sorry, I don't have much research on opera... " If she is not afraid that she will fall asleep and be ridiculed when "enjoying" opera, she will definitely nod her head and say that she likes opera very much.
"Well, what about the exhibition? It's said that there will be an exhibition of Da Vinci's paintings in Y City in two days. We can go there before the opening