Metropolis: I Became The Rich Second-generation Villain

After hearing Wang Haoran's words, Qin Kai was startled, and then he felt normal again.

"Yun Han has been arrogant and indulgent since she was a child. She has a temperament with the eldest lady, but she still has a good heart."

After explaining, Qin Kai smiled and encouraged:

"Haoran, Yun Han has no other male friends. To be able to be friends with you, I think you should be treated differently. You have to come on, uncle is optimistic about you."

The Wang family and the Qin family have known each other for a long time, and Wang Haoran and Qin Yunhan have also known each other very early.

And the two are right at each other.

Qin Kai was still very satisfied with Wang Haoran, and hoped that his daughter and Wang Haoran would come together.

"Okay, I will definitely cheer." Wang Haoran smiled and responded to Qin Kai.

But in my heart, I thought to myself, still cheering? If I hadn't been careful, you might have been waiting to be a grandpa.

But having said that, if you are running out of safety items, you have to buy some from the Internet as soon as possible.

While talking, the dishes are all ready.

"Pharaoh, don't you have friendship with that beautiful God of Cooking? Don't you recommend us?"

Qin Kai was a little moved, thinking that when he would host a banquet in the future, he would also invite the female chef to organize it, so he said to Wang Xiang.

After Wang Xiang heard this, he couldn't help but feel a little guilty, but he bit his head and said: OK.

Moreover, the female chef has been busy for a long time without eating.

In terms of etiquette, it is time to invite someone to come and have a meal together.

"Uncle, let me call it." Zhen Wei took the initiative to ask.

Wang Xiang nodded and reminded him, "Remember to be polite."

"certainly!"

Zhen Wei hurriedly left the banquet hall, ran towards the outside, and soon came to the back kitchen.

At this time, Song Zhihui's chef's robe had already taken off, as if she was about to leave.

"Hello, my uncle invites you to come over for a meal." Zhen Wei remembered the warning, so she said politely.

"Your uncle?" Song Zhihui was surprised.

"It's Wang Xiang." Zhen Wei explained.

Song Zhihui realized that the wretched man in front of him was not Wang Haoran.

However, cousin is so ugly, how can cousin look good? It must be ugly.

She has only seen Wang Xiang, but Zhen Li.

Wang Xiang is now middle-aged, and he lives up to the handsomeness of his youth, and he can't see the shadow of a handsome guy at all.

Song Zhihui didn't feel at all how good Wang Xiang's genes were, so naturally he thought so.

Whenever you see the photos of Wang Xiang when he was young, or see the beautiful Zhen Li, you will never think Wang Haoran is ugly.

"I have something to do, so I won't go to dinner, please tell me something."

Because of what happened to her best friend Feng Anna, Song Zhihui had no liking for Wang Haoran, and at the same time, she had no liking for Wang's family.

At present, the birthday party has been organized, and her work is completed, so naturally she does not want to stay.

After responding to Zhen Wei, Song Zhihui was about to leave.

She has a female assistant in personal life, who helps to manage the affairs of life. Just now she called and asked the female assistant to drive to pick up people.

Calculating the time, it is already close to the Wang family mansion.

Song Zhihui didn't want to stay too much, so she turned and walked towards the gate of Wang's mansion.

Zhen Wei remembered Wang Xiang's instructions, so he didn't dare to stay, so he quickly ran to the banquet hall to inform him of the situation.

"It's a pity, this beautiful chef has something to do, so it's not convenient to keep her." Wang Xiang pretended to be regretful.

In fact, she was afraid that after Song Zhihui came, she would accidentally talk about the real situation.

She was invited by Wang Xiang for a big price, and she had no friendship at all.

Wang Xiang didn't want to lose face in front of his friends. After learning that Song Zhihui was leaving, naturally he would not stay.

However, for the sake of politeness, Wang Xiang still got up, ready to go to the gate to give him a gift.

After all, Wang Xiang still planned to invite Song Zhihui to continue to host the banquet when the Wang family held a wedding.

"Everyone, let me get out of here. I'll see if I can leave this beautiful God of Cookery to have a banquet before leaving."

Wang Xiang said to his friend, left the banquet hall, and walked towards the gate of the mansion.

Wang Haoran knew that Wang Xiang had paid a big price to invite Song Zhihui, so she naturally doubted Wang Xiang's words.

After thinking for a while, he got up and left the banquet hall.

At present, this Song Zhihui has seen him, but he has not seen Song Zhihui.

Therefore, I naturally want to see what the beauty of the god of kitchen is like in everyone's mouth.

Especially, I want to see with my own eyes whether Song Zhihui's legs are really long.

Wang Xiang came to the gate of the mansion.

Song Zhihui stood with her back facing the gate of the mansion, carrying a valuable bag, as if waiting.

After hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, he suddenly looked back.

"Miss Song, won't you stay and eat the banquet before leaving?" Wang Xiang said.

"Thank you for your kindness, I still have something to do, so I won't stay for dinner." Song Zhihui looked polite.

"Well, then," Wang Xiang didn't insist on staying, nodding pretending to be regretful, and then said:

"I will pay the balance to your account tomorrow morning."

"Good." Song Zhihui nodded and smiled politely.

At this time, a red Mercedes-Benz commercial vehicle drove up and stopped at the gate of Wang's mansion.

It was Song Zhihui's personal assistant who drove there.

"Miss Song, I won't be far away." Wang Xiang said politely again.

Song Zhihui smirked and was too lazy to reply, preparing to get in the car.

Suddenly, he caught a glimpse of a figure coming not far away.

Song Zhihui's movement into the car suddenly froze, and she stared at the walking figure.

A smile on the delicate and beautiful face gradually bloomed and bloomed.

Wang Haoran opened the perspective and saw Song Zhihui from afar.

Song Zhihui is really tall.

It looks like 180 visually.

And high to high, but uneven, the curve is amazing.

Simply supermodel figure.

A pair of legs wrapped in skinny jeans are really long and well-proportioned. If you add one point or subtract one point, you will lose its beauty. It is just right and perfect.

Wang Haoran asked herself.

I have never carried such a long leg on my shoulder.

The most important point is that Song Zhihui is still very white.

The kind of natural white.

The skin is as good as a baby, without any blemishes.

Soon, Wang Haoran came to Wang Xiang's side.

Song Zhihui saw it more closely, as if there was a deer bumping into her heart frantically.

"Miss Song?"

The female assistant was outside the car, just waiting for Song Zhihui to close the door for her when she got into the car.

However, Song Zhihui kept it, stepping into the car and stepping on the ground without moving for a long time.

The female assistant is also incomprehensible, so she asked.

Hearing the sound, Song Zhihui recovered. Hastily moved away from looking at somewhere.

Immediately, he retracted a long leg that had stepped into the car.

Walked in front of Wang Xiang.

Upon seeing this, Wang Xiang felt a little strange.

This Song Zhihui was going to get in the car and left, so why did she come back suddenly?

"Boss Wang, I thought about it again, your kind invitation, if I just leave like this, it will be too bad for you."

In Wang Xiang's doubts, Song Zhihui also suddenly said.

Because of his guilty conscience, when Song Zhihui said this, she did not dare to see Wang Haoran beside Wang Xiang.

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