People here are not as conservative as those there. You can see many married couples or lovers holding hands or hugging each other.
Mianmian is his wife, so there is nothing wrong with him doing this.
When Song Lingan saw Yin Zheng put his hand on Mianmian's waist, his eyes couldn't help but darken for a moment, and he looked a little lonely. The Fourth Master saw this clearly.
However, that lonely look only flashed by for a moment. Apart from the sharp-eyed Fourth Master, Wen Mianmian didn't pay much attention to it.
Song Lingan collected his thoughts, shifted his gaze away from the large hand on Wen Mianmian's waist, and said with a smile, "Let's all sit down and talk first."
Song Lingan sat down in the seat next to him and put his briefcase behind him.
"Mianmian, have you been doing well recently?" He looked at Mianmian with a gentle expression and spoke softly.
Wen Mianmian wore a proper smile and said, "Everything is fine, but I'm sorry for making you worry. It's my fault. Let me treat you to this meal. Consider it my apology to you and my thanks to Brother Song for taking care of me in the past."
"That won't do. I told you I treated you to this meal, so don't argue with me. If this gets out, people will say I can't even afford a meal. How am I going to run my business in the future?" Song Lingan pretended to look gloomy and spoke with a hint of dissatisfaction.
Seeing him like this, Wen Mianmian nodded, agreeing.
It's not good to argue too much over a meal. Since he said he would treat, let him do it.
The waiter came over with the menu, and Song Lingan handed it directly to Mianmian: "Mianmian, order whatever you like. Don't be polite with me."
Wen Mianmian took the menu without hesitation, ordered a few dishes, asked Brother Song if he had any food restrictions, and then ordered the dishes.
Thinking that there were two grown men here, Wen Mianmian asked Brother Song. When she heard that he came by car and was not good at drinking, she didn't order any drinks.
While waiting for the food to be served, Song Lingan had many questions he wanted to ask Mianmian, "Mianmian, you said you were leaving soon. Are you never going to come back?"
"It's hard to say. After all, the world is so big. My husband and I want to go out and see the world, and we can't tell whether we will come back." When Wen Mianmian said this, her eyes fell on the Fourth Master with gentleness.
Song Lingan, however, found it particularly eye-catching, so he looked at Yin Zheng and asked, "I wonder what Mr. Yin does for a living? Why haven't I heard Mianmian mention it before?"
Wen Mianmian was about to speak when the Fourth Master took her hand and said, "It's just a small business, nothing to worry about."
"As for how Mianmian and I met, this is our private matter, and I don't think it's convenient to tell outsiders."
The Fourth Master's tone was flat, but his eyes were fixed on Song Lingan. Song Lingan felt a chill on his back for no reason.
This man has an extraordinary temperament, and that invisible sense of oppression from a superior is not fake. He is definitely not just doing a small business as he said.
Wen Mianmian noticed that the atmosphere was a little off, so she picked up the teapot and poured a cup of tea for Song Lingan, saying with a smile, "Brother Song, come, have some tea."
When Song Lingan saw the teacup being handed over, he forced a smile on his face and nodded: "Thank you Mianmian."
He picked up the teacup and took a sip, but he felt uneasy inside, as if something was missing.
He sorted himself out and continued, "Then aren't you going to have a wedding?"
Judging from the way they are, they probably didn’t have a wedding.
Otherwise, why wouldn't Mianmian invite myself and my colleagues in the company to this important matter?
Wen Mianmian shook her head. "We don't want to have a wedding. It's too much trouble. Besides, our parents are not here, so there's no need to do it."
Although she wanted to, she thought that she had no relatives and the Fourth Master's family was not here, so she couldn't invite too many people. So she simply didn't do it. Not only was it troublesome, but she also didn't have enough time.
They can just take wedding photos when the time comes, which they can take with them. While taking the photos, they can also ask those people to help take some behind-the-scenes photos, or it seems like it would be nice to take a few videos.
Thinking of this, Wen Mianmian felt that it was okay. She would take note of it when she got back, and ask them to help take some photos tomorrow when it was time to take photos.
"Then when are you leaving? I'll come and see you off." Song Lingan knew that he had missed the opportunity. Although he felt a little sad, he had never thought of interfering in their relationship.
It's all my fault. Maybe if I had expressed my feelings to Mianmian earlier, the result would have been different.
At that time, Mianmian was fully focused on her work, and he once asked her if she had ever thought about finding a boyfriend. He remembered that Mianmian just said lightly that she hadn't thought about it.
So he suppressed his inner thoughts and thought about spending more time with Mianmian. When Mianmian wanted to find a boyfriend in the future, he would confess to her.
But I don’t want to…
Song Lingan looked at the man sitting next to Mianmian and felt very regretful in his heart, but looking at the man's behavior, he knew that he was very good to Mianmian, and he also saw that the doting in his eyes when he looked at Mianmian was sincere.
Seeing how affectionate they were, he knew that his feelings had been strangled in the cradle.
"No need, Brother Song. We're planning a road trip. We haven't set a specific time yet, but it's only for a few days. You're so busy, so we'd better not bother you."
Brother Song is the boss and runs a company. He is usually very busy, and Wen Mianmian doesn't want to trouble him too much.
Besides, she didn't like farewell scenes. Moreover, they were leaving directly and it would not be convenient for anyone to see them off.
Song Lingan's eyes were a little lonely, "Okay then."
After the dishes were served, the three of them ate while chatting. Of course, most of the time, Song Lingan asked questions and Wen Mianmian answered, while the Fourth Master picked up some food for Mianmian from time to time.
Wen Mianmian would also pick up some food for the Fourth Master from time to time. Their intimate behavior made Song Lingan sitting opposite them feel bored. Did they know that there was another person sitting opposite them?
Is it really okay to show off your love in front of him? He was already feeling bad when he learned that Mianmian was married. Now seeing how intimate they were and the happy smile on Mianmian's face, Song Lingan felt even worse.
Wen Mianmian saw that Brother Song didn't eat much, so she said, "Brother Song, what's wrong with you? These dishes don't suit your appetite."
But that shouldn't be the case. She vaguely remembered that Brother Song was not picky about food. Could it be that his taste has changed?
"No, no, I just met with a client before I came here. Maybe I drank too much tea, so I feel a little full now. But it's okay. Come on, eat. This dish tastes pretty good."
As he spoke, he picked up the chopsticks and picked up some food for himself.
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