Chapter 263： Good... a little closer (7)

Yan Sheng was accustomed to it, and sat up slowly.

Fasten your seat belt slowly.

Long-legged stance.

There was no special emotion in the amber eyes.

Very light.

The air in the car became inexplicably depressing because of the entry of the other party.

The bodyguards also got into the car.

"Tisha's restaurant."

The man lightly opened his thin lips and slowly spit out a few words.

With a slight hint of coolness.

There is no emotion in the good-sounding tone.

"Okay, sir."

The bodyguard driver in the driver's seat replied respectfully.

The car started and drove out of the presidential palace.

Yan Sheng looked down at the watch on his wrist.

Seven fifty.

It's ten minutes late.

Yan Sheng lowered his wrists nonchalantly.

The other hand was casually placed by his side.

Being late is not what a president is supposed to do.

but……

This date is not important.

Yan Sheng doesn't care anymore.

…

Holding the time, Feng Qian arrived at the meeting place on time with Butler Yi.

The top floor of Tisha's restaurant.

VIP premium exclusive box.

At the door of the agreed room, Butler Yi opened the door of the box for the girl.

After pushing.

I didn't see the expected person.

Butler Yi frowned slightly.

be late?

This is not Mr. President's usual style.

Butler Yi just hesitated for a moment, then Chao Fengqian made a "please" gesture.

Feng Qian stepped into the room.

The resplendent box is full of ultimate luxury.

A retro vintage wall clock hangs on the wall.

The pointer pointed exactly at eight o'clock.

Feng Qian was not surprised that Mr. President was late.

In the original owner's memory, the other party never came.

She was released as a pigeon.

It seems that this time it will also follow the original plot development.

Feng Qian was wearing a delicate little dress, and the hairstyle she had just done matched the girl's outfit.

Feng Qian pulled out a chair by the table and sat down slowly.

He lifted his hand and took off the sunglasses from his face.

Showing a beautiful face.

Butler Yi stood on one side and reassured him, "Miss, maybe Mr. President is temporarily delayed. You can rest here and wait for a while. I'll wait at the door first."

The wind nodded.

Butler Yi walked out of the box, took out his mobile phone from his pocket and looked at it.

There are no messages and notifications.

Even if there is something wrong with Mr. President, he will at least inform him.

He looked down and put the phone in his pocket.

It is not easy for him to guess what Mr. President thinks.

The young Mr. President, he also understands.

Either way, it's impeccable.

There's no reason...to be late.

…

Eight fifteen at night.

A low-key but eye-catching stretched Lincoln pulls into the garage of Tisha's restaurant.

All passersby around Tisha's restaurant were evacuated.

The security guards line up in two rows in an orderly manner.

One is to block passers-by, and the other is to welcome the honorable Mr. President.

The young and handsome Mr. President came out of the garage with an unhurried pace, graceful and distant.

Well-trained bodyguards followed.

Mr. President's amber eyes narrowed slightly, his eyes were cold and indifferent.

The delicate and beautiful facial features are like a god.

It seems that when you look at it up close, you can feel a sense of suffocation.

There were a lot of people watching.

Yan Sheng slowly took off the sunglasses pinned to his chest and put them on slowly.

He doesn't like crowds.

When I go to a crowded place, I also wear sunglasses like this.

Passersby looked at the President in silence.

Not only amazed at the appearance of the other party, but also shocked by the temperament of Mr. President.

Aloof and detached, elegant indifference.