Domineering Mr. CEO and His Impudent Love (Mr. President, Unbridled Love)

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The place where Yue Zheng took Qiao Muer to eat was an elegant, quiet and private western restaurant near the company.

The Bangladesh side should have booked their seats in advance.

The waiter ushered the two of them into a window seat in the dining room.

Because it is a high-end western restaurant, the distance between the tables here is not too tight in the city center where the land is very expensive, and the distance between the tables is relatively large.

Of course, there are also young couples who are dating.

But at noon on this weekday, there are not many couples who can afford this kind of meal.

Therefore, when Yue Zheng walked into the restaurant holding Qiao Muer's hand, the two men, who were both talented and beautiful, were in sharp contrast with the other guests who were discussing business affairs around them.

Qiao Muer glanced around and saw several familiar faces.

There were senior executives from the company next door, clients she had met, and executives from other departments within their imperial court.

What a shame...

In the past three years, apart from Qiao Muer's innocence as a newcomer in the society during the first half of the year, she grew up almost at an astonishing speed that cannot be underestimated.

In the eyes of others, Secretary Qiao of the President's Office of the imperial court has long become a representative of good looks, cold temper, and vigorous and resolute actions.

And now...

Qiao Muer looked at the man who was walking beside her, holding her left hand firmly in his palm, and couldn't help sighing.

It seems that from today onwards, the image she has painstakingly cultivated over the years will be shattered.

...

The two sat down, and the waiter brought the menu.

Yue Zheng skillfully avoided the dishes that Qiao Muer didn't like.

After asking her opinion, it can be said that she ordered a table of dishes that suit Qiao Muer's heart very appropriately.

Qiao Muer held the glass at hand, sipped the lemonade one by one, and looked at Yue Zheng who was holding the menu and talking to the waiter.

His brows were black and sharp, and his deep blue eyes were still cold.

Watching him talk to the waiter, his stern aura almost made the waiter think that he had made some unforgivable mistake.

However, even for such a cold man, Qiao Muer was a little surprised when he heard the names of the dishes proficiently pronounced by him.

It turned out that after so long, he still remembered that she didn't like celery and carrots, so he specifically told the waiter not to match them with side dishes.

I also remember that she only ate medium when she ate steak.

Qiao Muer always thought that she liked him wishfully at the beginning.

Therefore, she remembers clearly what Yue Zheng likes and dislikes.

But he has a better sense of novelty to himself, and he may not really like it.

But now, listening to Yue Zheng's magnetic and cold voice ordering the waiters, Qiao Muer felt dazed.

Maybe... Back then, he didn't dislike her at all.

Maybe he liked it too.

This lunch was not as stiff as Qiao Muer imagined, on the contrary, the atmosphere was more harmonious than she expected.

She looked at the man sitting opposite her, who occasionally listened attentively, and whose thin lips curled into an arc, whispering to her.

Qiao Mu'er was finally sure that everything was not an illusion, and she gradually started to feel like a date.

After the two of them finished their lunch, Yue Zheng dragged her by the hand and walked back to the company openly.

From the first floor of the company, in full view of the public, step into the special elevator grandly and return to the top floor.

Along the way, Yue Zheng's cool hand has been holding her, never letting go.

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