Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Ning Ran was about to say ‘anything’ but was afraid that it would seem rude, so she said to Nan Chen affectionately, “You make the call!”

The phrase ‘You make the call’ sounded simple, but it was rich in meaning.

And it was even more meaningful to say it in this situation.

Nan Chen was a little caught off guard at Ning Ran’s sudden gentleness.

As the server was still waiting at the side for him to place his order, Nan Chen didn’t say much and simply ordered a few dishes.

This was Ning Ran’s purpose. Naturally, Nan Chen should know best what to order since he brought her here.

Ning Ran scrutinized her surroundings. The decoration was very simple in Japanese style, and the customers beside them were also speaking in Japanese.

“You like Japanese food?” Ning Ran asked Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn’t speak, and Ning Ran felt a little awkward for failing to strike up a conversation with him.

“This isn’t Japanese food,” Nan Chen eventually said.

“Yeah.” Ning Ran nodded hastily. “It’s a late-night snack that derived from Japanese food, like the late-night eateries seen in movies.”

Nan Chen was silent at that.

Alright, it seems he’s not planning to talk to me. Ning Ran zipped her mouth tactfully.

Nan Chen, who always bore a graceful posture, surveyed the surroundings as well. When he realized that almost all the female diners’ eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

This restaurant had been in business for some years, and it was his mother who had brought him and Nan Xing here for supper when they were young.

But then something happened, and he never came back.

This place seemed to have been renovated, but the style hadn’t changed much.

Nan Chen had always wanted to visit this place again but never had the courage to come.

With Ning Ran as a companion today, Nan Chen somehow had the courage and excuse to come over.

The food was served. There was fried ramen and a meatball dish Ning Ran couldn’t name.

As Ning Ran didn’t know which dish was hers, she let Nan Chen take it first.

Nan Chen took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran the fried ramen.

ate. She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but she found it to be

Nan

was a waste and wondered if he was

she kept staring at the meatballs, wanting

woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not

to make one

little troubled. At that, he raised his hand and

just have these. You only ate one and it’ll be a waste to

to her feet, reached for that bowl, and

crisp and

food Poker Face eats is indeed delicious. He ordered fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he only ate a little.

in

about the sake that we drank the last

that, Nan Chen was reminded of

the boss again for two

but he just wanted to fulfil

been speaking casually, and she didn’t

I’ve got work tomorrow, and it’s too late,” Ning

as he said, “Don’t you have something to tell me? How are you going to tell me the truth if you don’t

doesn’t mean I’ll tell the

trying to get me drunk just so I will spill the beans after

that shouldn’t be said. Is he

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

go to work tomorrow

meant, why are you making things difficult when I’m willing to listen

or two with you. But as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is

kept a straight face. He had seen

He had his own ways of

glass at Ning Ran. Deep down, he was thinking about the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth that was once there, and the laughter

the eyes of the man seated on opposite had darkened and there was a flash

look, the trace

a filthy rich, handsome, and arrogant business tycoon, how

Chen raised his head and

dashing, yet

gulped down her drink, but something was

a few glasses of sake, Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as

his bearings at

words and actions could be amplified anytime and