Duan Ye resignedly picked up his chopsticks.
He was really hungry.
Luo Qingyuan was happy, thinking that Duan Ye's willingness to eat the food she picked out proved that Duan Ye still liked her very much.
Thus, Luo Qingyuan, the dignified president of the Luo Group and the daughter of the richest man in the capital, took on the work of an ancient maid.
She carefully served Duan Ye food and asked him what he wanted to eat and drink.
Duan Ye said, "I don't want to eat this eggplant..."
"I won't eat this duck meat either..."
Luo Qingyuan: "Okay, okay, it's my fault, I'll take the blame, I'll take the blame..."
The manager was waiting diligently outside the door. Hearing Luo Qingyuan's fawning manner, he pulled out a tissue from somewhere and wiped away non-existent sweat from his forehead.
If it weren't for following the Luo family for so many years...
He must have thought that the Luo Qingyuan inside was a fake.
Would Luo Qingyuan have ever been so gentle in coaxing people to eat? Alas, that simply didn't exist.
If he doesn't do a good job, Luo Qingyuan, with her fiery temper, will scold him, saying that he's a useless manager.
There's no way they'd say, "Okay, okay, I'll eat, I'll eat..."
The manager shook his head silently and sighed quietly.
Could this be their future second boss?
The manager stood even straighter, thinking to himself that he had to be ready at all times and couldn't afford to offend anyone.
Luo Qingyuan: "Bring the wine!"
The manager immediately replied, "Yes, boss."
The manager hadn't left, so he quickly grabbed his walkie-talkie to call his colleagues.
Soon, the red wine was served.
Luo Qingyuan personally poured Duan Ye a cup.
This red wine is the same brand as the one at home. Whenever Luo Qingyuan drinks, it's always the same brand, so it's kept at the places she frequents.
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