She didn’t ask for their opinions on what followed, instead, she decided on the sa soup, main course, and dessert based on her own preferences.
The waiter took the nu from Luo Xiaoqian, "What drinks would the three of you like?"
Luo Xiaoqian really wanted to knock herself out against the plate, with these two guys around, she was too nervous and had actually forgotten about the drinks.
As she worried that battle might break out once again over the dinner table, the two n to her left and right both spoke up once more.
"Bordeaux!"
They had spoken at the sa ti, but this ti, there was a rare mont of unanimity.
Hearing the other’s choice of wine, Leng Zimo and Jiao Yang also looked at each other in surprise, as it seed they didn’t expect to share the sa dining habits.
Relieved, Luo Xiaoqian turned to the waiter with a forced smile and said weakly, "Please hurry, thank you!"
Now, all she wanted was to finish the al quickly and leave this troubleso place.
"Did the press conference go smoothly?" Leng Zimo was the first to speak.
Luo Xiaoqian turned towards him with a smile, "Yes, it all went very smoothly."
Leng Zimo smiled back at her, "I’ve already seen the sales numbers; they are indeed excellent results."
"Of course, with the barley I sent, it’s bound to be a huge hit!" Jiao Yang chid in from the other side at just the right ti.
The barley he sent?!
Leng Zimo raised an eyebrow subtly and looked at Luo Xiaoqian.
"President Jiao gave a bunch of barley," Luo Xiaoqian explained honestly, putting particular emphasis on the words "President Jiao."
Catching her inflection, a hint of amusent flashed in Leng Zimo’s eyes.
Across the table, Jiao Yang, oblivious to the mood, said, "’President Jiao’? Are you referring to ? I’m not used to you calling that all of a sudden. I prefer it when you use my na; why be so formal among friends?"
After smiling at Leng Zimo, Luo Xiaoqian turned to Jiao Yang, her eyebrows squeezing together and eyes rolling.
Couldn’t this guy just behave himself?
Although he clearly understood her thoughts, Jiao Yang pretended to be clueless.
"Xiao Qian, what’s wrong with your eyes? Are you uncomfortable? Why are you blinking so much?"
Luo Xiaoqian withdrew her gaze and looked at the cutlery in front of her, really wanting to spear him to the ends of the earth.
Fortunately, at that mont, the server arrived with their als and placed the dishes in front of each person. Luo Xiaoqian imdiately picked up her knife and fork.
"Let’s eat, I’m so hungry!"
"On such a special day, we must have a toast!" Jiao Yang lifted his glass, "Here’s to thanking you both for coming to my invitation, and to wishing Xiao Qian’s single a great success!"
His invitation?!
Leng Zimo’s gaze, filled with questions, landed on Luo Xiaoqian.
Wasn’t it supposed to be her treat, which is why she asked him to join?
Luo Xiaoqian picked up her glass and felt Leng Zimo’s gaze. She looked at him timidly, her eyes filled with helplessness and grievance.
She’d better be quick, or he’d get mad at the table.
Noticing her unease and nervousness, Leng Zimo reached out for his glass, "Qianqian doesn’t hold her liquor well, just a sip for her. I’ll drink the rest on her behalf with President Jiao!"
Qianqian?!
This was the first ti he had called her so affectionately.
Hearing the word "Qianqian," Luo Xiaoqian’s movents grew erratic, and her glass shook, spilling the wine onto the tablecloth.
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