At nine o'clock, the two brothers meet and ride in the same car.
In the car, Song Qi felt bored and loosened his tie.
"It's been a long time since I didn't use this thing, I suddenly got it, and I'm still a little uncomfortable." He is unruly by nature and doesn't pay attention to details at all, even Song Kaifeng doesn't bother to talk about him.
Song Qi gave a light cough and turned to look at Song Zhen: "Isn't it just going to see Yan Zhifan, does it need to be so grand?"
"Be prepared."
He did not understand.
But Song Qi has an advantage—if he doesn't understand, he asks: "Brother Zhen, you haven't told me what we are going to talk about this time?"
"I'll know when I go."
"..." I didn't say anything.
The agreed place is a western restaurant on the top floor of a five-star hotel.
The translucent space design similar to the sun room, the sunlight is spread down, but because of the special material of the ceiling, it is bright but not hot, and the light is not dazzling.
Song Zhen and Song Qi stepped on the point, but Yan Zhifan was already waiting.
The two looked at each other, and both stared.
A person who is qualified to be late is more punctual than anyone else. This alone is enough to be daunting.
"Sao Yan." The two stepped forward.
Yan Zhifan also got up and invited the two to take a seat.
"I heard that Yan is preparing to build a loft apartment under the new bid of the development zone..."
About an hour later.
Song Zhen got up and stretched out his hand to the opposite man: "Then wait for Yan Shaojiayin."
"Good to say." Yan Zhi returned to his grip.
"Then let's go first," Song Zhen retracted his hand and asked casually, "Do you want to be together?"
"No, I'll wait for someone."
Song Zhen didn't really want to be with Yan Zhifan, their relationship was far from that close.
The system of interest, people who are in it are likely to turn the wheel at any time.
"Farewell."
"Yeah." Nodding slightly, I can't see how warm it is, but it's definitely not indifferent.
It was noon when the two left.
It stands to reason that we should have a meal together. This place is also a restaurant, but—
Yan Zhifan raised his hand: "***."
Someone heard the sound and stepped forward.
"menu."
The other party was taken aback: "Do you need to order now?"
"Yeah." There was a little impatience and dissatisfaction in this voice.
***I immediately grabbed my mind, stopped talking, half-dang my head, and handed over the menu respectfully.
Yan Zhi returned the portion for one person, and he really just ate like that.
Therefore, when Shen Jianjia came in, he saw a man sitting behind the dining table with plates, knives and forks, and red wine glasses in front of him, eating slowly but with relish.
She raised her pretty brows slightly, not angry, and smiled forward.
Ask her to meet, but eat alone
But after thinking about it, he could refute the arrangement of the elders on the day of the banquet, refuse to dance with her, and instead invite the "famous" mistress of the Song family. It seems not unusual for him to do so now.
Oh, this man is kind of interesting...
"How does it taste?" Shen Jianjia smiled happily, leaning on the back of the chair.
I didn't say to sit down, but I didn't say not to sit down either, just standing on the opposite side with a casual posture.
Yan Zhi didn't look up, and faintly replied: "The place recommended by Ms. Shen is naturally good."
"Well, it shouldn't be unpalatable by the way you look." She pulled the chair away and sat down.
I don't expect the man on the opposite side to be a gentleman.
"***." She waved.
"Miss Shen."
"As usual, then bring the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon in my wine cabinet."
"Uh... ... "
"Why?" Shen Jianjia folded his napkin and placed it on her chest. She looked up before she looked up and found that the other party was hesitant to speak.
***Take a glimpse of Yan Zhifan, who is immersed in the meal and does not ask anything about the world, and he sighs: "This gentleman has your recommendation card and asked for the bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon..." So they Just gave it.
After hearing this, Shen Jianjia glanced over the goblet beside the man, drank more than half, and there was not much remaining wine.
She sneered and curled her lips.
*** Seeing that it was not good, I was about to apologize, but I was sorry to say only the first two words, and I saw Miss Shen waved her hand and interrupted her next words: "Serve first, I'm hungry."
***If you are amnesty: "Yes."
After speaking, he turned and left, quite a bit of a sense of fleeing.
Shen Jianjia's straight gaze fell on Yan Zhifan's face: "Is my wine good?"
The man shook his fork hand and raised his eyelids indifferently. His tone was not half apologetic: "It's not bad, but the vintage is a little lighter, not worth collecting. It's just right to drink."
When Shen Jianjia heard this, his anger suddenly rose from his heart—
Why are you picking and choosing while sipping my old lady's wine
Is she talking about her young age, or is she ridiculing her shallowness
"It's just right to drink"? Why is your face so big
Even though his heart roared frantically, his face remained silent, "Doesn't Yan Shao feel that he is too casual?"
The man's eyes must be: "The restaurant you recommend, you are the host, and I am the guest."
"and so?"
"The guest will do whatever you want."
"..." No one can be thicker than him.
At this moment, *** began to serve.
She ordered a Wellington steak and vegetable salad, which was a bit less greasy and more casually elegant than Yan Zhifan's way of eating.
"Young Shao Yan is in good shape, he eats so much, so he is not afraid of growing meat?" The tone was a bit condescending.
"People who can't reduce it will find it a painful thing to increase. In addition, Ms. Shen may have misunderstood a man's appetite. What you call more does not necessarily mean more, depending on who it is."
Zhongzheng is peaceful and stable.