Bo Wenyu whispers~~~~

I want to be next to my sister-in-law or is it my fault?

"Ms. Ruan, I have ordered the kitchen to make your favorite dishes. What do you want to eat for the gentlemen and ladies here?" The lobby manager came here to serve in person, and must not let Miss Ruan lose face in front of her friends.

You must give Miss Ruan a warm and diamond-level experience like spring.

Only Miss Ruan in this world can get him treated like this!

Ruan Su glanced at the lobby manager casually, and saw his blood-filled look, he could guess what was thinking in his head.

She pushed the menu to Principal Wang and Director Li, "What do you want to eat? Miss Bo has picked up 1 million for free today!"

"Yes, yes, yes, thank you for your two big shots for coming forward to testify." Bo Wenyu said quickly.

The two of them were not very tactful. They ordered a few signature dishes at will, and then pushed the menu to Bo Xingzhi.

Bo Xingzhi glanced at the menu and didn't say anything, but instead delivered the menu to Ruan Su.

Ruan Su lowered her eyes and looked at him in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"Help me." The man spit out three words with thin lips, and a trace of expectation flashed in his dark eyes.

The woman's delicate and beautiful face flashed with a hint of helplessness, "This, this, and this..."

She ordered several dishes, all of which were the dishes that Bo Xingzhi liked to eat.

It is also a few dishes she often cooks at home.

This man is extremely arrogant and perverted.

Is the dish she ordered particularly delicious? Ah?

A psychopath!

After seeing it, Jiang Chengwu said to Ruan Su unhappily, "Can Miss Ruan order a few dishes for me?"

"Sorry, I don't know what you like to eat, order it yourself." Ruan Su threw the menu in front of him.

There was a hint of discomfort in my chest.

Jiang Cheng looked up on May Day and saw Bo Xingzhi's proud gaze flashing.

This is simply a bare-severe treatment!

Why does the goddess know what Boxingzhi eats, and she also helps Boxingzhi order food!

Bo Xingzhi's unhappiness, which had been coming to La Liga, finally got a little relieved, and a faint joy came up.

But soon, he became unhappy again.

The sour smell almost poured out of his body, and it could be felt by everyone.

Because LaCrosse's chef was 20,000 or 50,000, which was even harder than that of the Michelin restaurant chef... he actually ran over happily.
Chapter completed!