The place where Yue Zheng took Qiao Muer to eat was a western restaurant near the company with an elegant, quiet and private environment.
Meng should have booked a seat in advance.
The waiter led the two of them to a window seat on the inside of the restaurant.
Because it is a high-end western restaurant, the tables are not placed too closely in the city center where every inch of land is valuable. There is a large distance between the tables, which is especially suitable for senior executives of surrounding companies to meet clients and discuss business here.
Of course, there are also young couples dating.
But there are not many couples who can afford such a meal at noon on a weekday.
Therefore, when Yue Zheng walked into the restaurant holding Qiao Muer's hand, the two of them, a perfect match of talent and beauty, formed a sharp contrast with the other guests around them who were discussing business.
Qiao Muer looked around and saw several familiar faces.
There were senior executives from the neighboring company, clients she had met, and executives from other departments within their Royal Court.
It's... shameful...
It has been almost three years. Except for the first six months after joining the company when she still had the immaturity of a newcomer to the society, Qiao Muer has grown at an astonishing speed since then.
In the eyes of others, Secretary Qiao of the Huangting President's Office has long been a representative of good looks, cold temper, and vigorous and decisive work.
And now…
Qiao Muer looked at the man walking beside her and holding her left hand tightly in his palm, and couldn't help but sigh.
It seems that from today onwards, the image she has worked so hard to build over the years will be shattered.
…
The two sat down and the waiter brought the menu.
Yue Zheng skillfully avoided the dishes that Qiao Muer didn't like.
After asking for her opinion, he very appropriately ordered a table of dishes that suited Qiao Muer's taste.
Qiao Muer held the glass at hand, sipped the lemonade, and looked at Yue Zheng who was talking to the waiter opposite her while holding the menu.
His brows were dark and sharp, and his deep blue eyes were still cold.
Watching him talking to the waiter, his cold aura almost made the waiter think that he had committed some unforgivable mistake.
However, even for such a cold man, Qiao Muer was a little surprised when she heard him skillfully recite the names of the dishes.
It turned out that after all this time, he still remembered that she didn't like celery and carrots, so he specifically told the waiter not to serve these as side dishes.
I also remember that she only ate medium steak.
Qiao Muer always thought that she liked him one-sidedly.
Therefore, she remembered clearly what Yue Zheng liked and disliked.
But he feels more fresh about himself, which may not mean he really likes her.
But now, listening to Yue Zheng's magnetic and cold voice giving orders to the waiter, Qiao Muer felt dazed.
Maybe... at the beginning, he didn't dislike her at all.
Maybe, he liked it too.
This lunch was not as stiff and uncomfortable as Qiao Muer had imagined. On the contrary, the atmosphere was more harmonious than she expected.
Looking at the man sitting opposite her, occasionally listening with his ear tilted, and then curving his thin lips to whisper to her.
Qiao Muer finally confirmed that everything was not an illusion, and she gradually felt like she was on a date.
After they finished lunch, Yue Zheng took her hand and walked back to the company openly.
In full view of everyone, he walked into the special elevator from the first floor of the company and returned to the top floor.
During this journey, Yue Zheng's slightly cold hand held hers all the time and never let go. (To be continued)