The assistant shuddered!
Turning his head to take a look at Yu Yuehan, as expected, his young master's face has turned black into the bottom of a pot.
He stared at Lombardi, as if he was going to chop off that arm!
The chill all over his body can be felt even by people a few meters away.
After a few seconds, Nian Xiaomu finally remembered his existence belatedly, and turned around with a blank expression, "Young Master Han, the seat has been booked, won't you go in?"
"..."
Hearing her words, Yu Yuehan's eyes flickered slightly.
He paced towards her, took off the coat on his body, and handed it to her, "hold it for me."
"Oh." Nian Xiaomu subconsciously let go of Lombardi's hand, and took the coat for him with both hands.
Immediately, he frowned again.
"It's very cold today. You'll catch cold if you don't wear a coat. You should put it on first. You'll have to take it off when you enter the restaurant." Nian Xiaomu said, regardless of whether he agreed or not, she put the coat back on him.
Just like taking care of a child, he tidied up his collar by the way.
There was a gap in their heights, and she stood in front of him, trying to tiptoe.
It wasn't until he straightened his collar that he backed away in satisfaction, and clapped his hands with a smile, "Okay."
Seeing the smile on the corners of her eyes, Yu Yuehan's chill all over his body dissipated silently...
Lombardi stood aside, took in all the pictures in front of him, and joked with a smile.
"It's still Shao Han who is lucky to marry such a good wife."
"..."
As soon as he said those words, Nian Xiaomu froze instantly.
A look of panic flashed across his face for an instant.
Then he remembered that Yu Yuehan said that he could only use simple greetings, so he probably couldn't understand this sentence, so he breathed a sigh of relief.
Just as he was about to explain to Lombardi, Yu Yuehan suddenly opened his lips, "Translate for me."
"ah?"
"Translate for me what Lombardi said just now." Yu Yuehan's dark eyes flickered slightly, and he repeated calmly and calmly.
Nian Xiaomu: "..."! !
Is it too late for her to pretend she doesn't understand Italian
Seeing Yu Yuehan's expression, without hearing her translation, he would not go in and have a good meal.
Nian Xiaomu cleared her throat, and first glanced at Lombardi pretending to be calm.
After making sure that his Chinese translator was not with him, he opened his mouth with confidence.
"Mr. Lombardi praised you for being good-looking, and you look blessed."
"Really?" Yu Yuehan raised his eyebrows.
Nian Xiaomu suddenly felt a little guilty with his seeing-through eyes.
Hastily added, "He also said that you will marry a good wife in the future!"
"Oh?" Yu Yue raised his cold and stern face slightly, the corner of his mouth curved into a half-smile, as if he believed it.
Just as Nian Xiaomu was about to breathe a sigh of relief, she heard him ask casually.
"Then did he tell you who my wife is?"
"Ahem—"
Nian Xiaomu choked on her own saliva, and raised her head in horror.
After confirming that he was not hallucinating, he immediately shook his head like a rattle.
"No! Didn't say anything!"
"..."
"Master, you must be joking with me. How could Mr. Lombardi know who your wife is? He just praised you." After Nian Xiaomu finished speaking, she was afraid that he would continue to ask, and she didn't care about anything, so she grabbed his hand The arm walked in without saying a word.
"It's too cold outside, if you have anything to say, let's talk inside!"
The corners of Yu Yuehan's mouth slightly raised, seeing her blushing with guilt, he didn't expose her.
His eyes fell on her holding his hand, and he was in a happy mood!