The mysterious boss is eyeing my three treasures

After Han Mingyang ordered a few dishes, he gave the menu to Lu Hanchen.

According to Gu Nian's taste, Lu Hanchen added a few of her favorite dishes.

"Does Mr. He drink?" He asked.

"It will be all right."

"Then let me have a drink with you."

"it is good."

Lu Han Shen ordered two bottles of wine.

Han Mingyang sipped his tea and asked He Xiangyang.

"Mr. He came to the imperial capital this time to treat his mother's illness, right?"

He Xiangyang picked up the teacup and glanced at Chen Qianyu, "Besides that, there is one more thing to do."

Han Mingyang said: "What's the matter? If you need help, just tell me."

He Xiangyang smiled and said, "No, I can handle it myself."

After he said that, Han Mingyang didn't ask any more questions.

The waiters started serving the dishes one after another.

The three men chatted about the news at home and abroad, and the two women listened to their chat while eating.

Halfway through the meal, Chen Qianyu received a call from home.

She talked to a few people and went outside to answer the phone.

He Xiangyang's eyes moved slightly, and he put down his chopsticks.

"Sorry, I'm going to the bathroom."

He walked outside, Gu Nian was taken aback, thinking that there is a bathroom in the private room.

But maybe people like to go to the bathroom outside, so she swallowed the words that came to her mouth.

Outside the private room, Chen Qianyu was answering Mrs. Chen's call.

"grandmother."

"Well, is Qianqian eating with that kid from the Han family?" the old lady asked.

"Grandma, how do you know?"

"You and that kid from the Han family are both on the news, can I not know?"

Hearing this, when Chen Qianyu thought about what happened today, she also became angry, feeling a little helpless.

She just wants to live a low-key life, but she doesn't want to be exposed to the spotlight with her every move.

"That kid from the Han family is indeed a good boy, grandma has vision, right?"

Mrs. Chen's smile was a little smug.

Chen Qianyu was funny and blew a rainbow fart.

"Of course, grandma has the most discerning eyes."

Mrs. Chen said: "Let's have a good time, I'll discuss it with the Han family tomorrow and fix the date of your marriage."

Hearing this, Chen Qianyu's heart skipped a beat.

"Don't worry, grandma, don't worry."

Mrs. Chen said: "Why are you not in a hurry? That kid from the Han family has become a popular figure now, and there are countless women out there staring at his piece of fat. We have to settle him down first."

Chen Qianyu's apricot eyes flickered: "Oh, grandma, we are the woman's side, so it must be the man who brought it up first. We brought it up so hastily, the Han family thought I couldn't get married and had to rely on them. How embarrassing?"

She just wanted to stall for time, but she didn't want to decide on her marriage so early.

Mrs. Chen was silent, "It's true. The Han family tried every means to evade it before, it seems that our Chen family is trying to curry favor with them."

Chen Qianyu snickered inwardly, "Right?"

"Okay, then you and that kid from the Han family can talk slowly."

Old Mrs. Chen warned again, "You have some snacks, you must be the one to make that kid from the Han family, you know?"

"Know it!"

Chen Qianyu agreed with her mouth, but said in her heart that she didn't care about anyone.

What's hers is hers, and what's not hers can't be forced.

After hanging up the phone, she turned her head and saw He Xiangyang standing behind her.

Chen Qianyu was startled and patted her chest.

"It's you, Mr. He."

He Xiangyang smiled and said, "Did it scare you?"

"It's okay." Chen Qianyu said.

He Xiangyang glanced at the top of her head and said, "Miss Chen, there seems to be something on your head."

Chen Qianyu was taken aback, "Ah? What is it?"

"I'll help you."

He Xiangyang didn't wait for Chen Qianyu to speak, so he fiddled with it.

Chen Qianyu only felt a little pain in her scalp.

After He Xiangyang recovered, she scratched her hair, "What's on my head?"

He Xiangyang spread his hands, "It's white cotton wool."

Chen Qianyu snorted, "I don't know where it came from, maybe it floated here."

He Xiangyang nodded, "Well, I definitely didn't come here."

Chen Qianyu was taken aback for a moment, then burst out laughing.

"Mr. He, you are so funny."

He Xiangyang hooked the corners of his lips, "It's okay, I prefer to read some funny jokes."

Chen Qianyu's eyes lit up, "Well, I usually like to watch some funny jokes. Where do you usually watch them?"

"I look everywhere."

"..."

Han Mingyang came out of the private room, ready to answer the call from his assistant, and with a casual glance, he saw Chen Qianyu smiling at He Xiangyang.

And He Xiangyang's eyebrows and eyes are doting, he doesn't know what to say to her.

Han Mingyang squinted his eyes, put down the phone first, walked up to Chen Qianyu, and pulled him into his arms forcefully.

"What are you chatting with Mr. He, so happy?"

Chen Qianyu now hugs Han Mingyang at every turn, and seems to be immune.

"Just chat casually."

"Have you finished the call?"

"Ah."

"Who called?"

"grandmother."

Han Mingyang's eyes moved slightly, and he raised his hand to straighten her hair by her ears.

"Does grandma really hope that I will marry you home as soon as possible?"

His black eyes were deep, revealing a trace of tenderness.

Chen Qianyu's eyes flashed, "Who said that? My grandma asked me to go home early after dinner."

After finishing speaking, she pushed him away and quickly walked into the private room.

Han Mingyang watched her enter the private room and curled the corners of his lips.

Turning around, He Xiangyang was also looking at Chen Qianyu's figure.

The smile on Han Mingyang's face faded slightly.

"Should Mr. He be married?"

He Xiangyang came back to his senses, "Not yet."

Han Mingyang raised his eyebrows, "Mr. He is not young anymore, he is not married yet, is it because of some hidden illness?"

This question is a bit impolite.

He Xiangyang glanced at him, "That's not true. It's just that I've been busy with my career and haven't found a suitable marriage partner."

"What type does Mr. He like, do you need me to lead you a line?" Han Mingyang asked.

He Xiangyang saw the defense in his eyes, and a flash of clarity flashed in his heart.

He deliberately said: "I prefer girls who are fond of poetry and have a witty and lively personality."

Isn't this type the same as Chen Qianyu's?

He really likes Chen Qianyu?

Han Mingyang's face paled.

"Mr. He, although you have helped me, Qianyu is my girlfriend. I hope you don't think about her."

He Xiangyang's mouth curved into a smile.

"My fair lady is a gentleman. Ms. Chen is just your girlfriend. You are not married yet. Anyone has the right to pursue her."

Han Mingyang looked him up and down.

"Mr. He, you should be about 35 years old, right? If you were a few years older, you could be Qianyu's father. An old cow eats tender grass, so be careful not to chew it."

The arc of He Xiangyang's mouth widened.

"My teeth are not bad. And how do you know that Miss Chen doesn't like older men? Older men will feel more secure, right?"