Chapter 8 Shy Miss Wen

Yan Rusheng quickly picked up the wine glass, stretched out his hands, touched Ming Zhongsheng's wine glass, smiled and nodded, "Why is Grandpa Ming so polite?"

Then he took a sip of the wine lightly.

Authentic northern burning knives, spicy at the entrance, even more spicy at the entrance.

Yan Rusheng didn't like this kind of wine, but Ming Zhongsheng did. Every time he had dinner with him, he would have a drink or two with him.

An old man of Ming Zhongsheng's age likes this kind of baijiu, drinking half a catty at a time has no effect at all.

He drank half a cup in one gulp, then picked up chopsticks and stuffed a mouthful of vegetables into his mouth. While chewing, he looked at Wen Xinyi beside him, and said with a smile, "Xinyi, you are respectful too." A glass."

Wen Xinyi was a little embarrassed.

There was a hint of blush on her plump face, like two half-ripe apples.

She picked up the drink glass in front of her, raised it, and stretched it towards Yan Rusheng, very politely, "Mr. Yan, I respect you."

Hearing Wen Xinyi call Yan Rusheng 'Mr. Yan', Ming Zhongsheng frowned, "What kind of name is Mr. Yan, you are just like An Sheng, call him third brother."

The blush on Wen Xinyi's cheeks spread wider, and she didn't dare to look at Yan Rusheng's face.

There was a bit of embarrassment in the atmosphere, and Wen Xuxu was annoyed in his heart.

If she had known that Yan Rusheng was here for a blind date, she wouldn't have followed. Now sitting here, she can't find a reason to leave, and it's uncomfortable to stay.

With her head down, she was shelling a prawn in her hand.

Yan Rusheng glanced at her, and when she frowned, he could see what she was thinking.

The corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and a faint but thought-provoking smile flashed in his dark eyes.

Whenever Wen Xuxu felt dissatisfied, she would definitely frown, and no matter what she held in her hand, she would suffer accordingly.

Just like the shelled prawn in her hand at this time, even the meat was rotten.

"Third brother!"

At this moment, Wen Xinyi, who had been struggling for a long time sitting across from her, spoke shyly, her voice was as soft as a mosquito humming, barely audible.

Yan Rusheng looked at her, she was holding a wine glass in her hand, facing him.

He pursed his lips and smiled, stretched out his hand to pick up the wine glass, still just took a sip.

Then gently put down the wine glass, and then retracted his hand.

His every move is full of nobility and elegance, as well as his unique unruly air of Yan Sanshao.

From the moment they came in, until now, Ming Zhongsheng kept talking about his granddaughter Wen Xinyi who was sitting beside him.

Yan Rusheng kept perfunctory, expressing his attitude in his words.

Wen Xuxu couldn't remember how many times she yawned. She really wanted to go back quickly, take a shower and sleep.

But Ming Zhongsheng pulled Yan Rusheng to chat more and more heatedly, as if he would not give up until he sold his granddaughter tonight.

And the damned Yan Rusheng didn't explicitly refuse, so if we continue talking like this, we'll probably spend the night here.

Wen Xuxu yawned again, his wing-like eyelashes were already wet.

She raised her hand and glanced at her watch. It was almost ten o'clock. I didn't catch up with the drama tonight, and I didn't sleep well. It was enough.

"Secretary Wen."

Wen Xuxu was feeling annoyed when Yan Rusheng beside him suddenly called her.

She raised her head to look at him, with a little expectation in her eyes, "Boss Yan."

Are you going to call her back?

Yan Rusheng glanced at her with lowered eyes, and said in a deep voice, "Ming Dong treats guests to dinner, and you don't respect Ming Dong for a cup, is it reasonable?"

Hearing this, Wen Xuxu's face turned black.