Ye Lan had a photographic memory and could even remember a code that was briefly exchanged on the public screen. Not to mention that every live broadcast afterwards would give her gifts at the beginning of this code.
Thinking about it carefully, the result of the fortune-telling was indeed very similar to the man opposite.
Thinking about it this way, the sudden bowl of dessert at the Xiao auction and the first encounter at the police station all made sense.
But then she narrowed her eyes again and said meaningfully, "Then what do you want to gain by helping me?"
A fortune teller who can save lives across the ocean and predict future good and bad luck has extremely high value.
Because of this sentence, the atmosphere in the car became slightly cold and fell into a brief silence.
Xiao Yunting didn't let her wait long before giving her the answer.
"It happened before." The man's voice was low and sexy, flowing slowly in the car like the elegant sound of a cello, vibrating people's heartstrings, "but not now."
His gaze met Ye Lan's directly. His deep eyes were as vast as the ocean, with no bottom in sight. He should have been an unpredictable person, but at this moment, he was inexplicably convincing.
In short, Ye Lan himself didn't realize at that moment that deep down he felt relieved by this answer.
"oh."
After asking this embarrassing question, she didn't know how to respond, so she simply turned her head to look out the window.
Xiao Yunting continued to deal with work matters, but the progress was slow and he was a little distracted.
He is a businessman. When he discovered the identity of the girl in front of him, his first instinct was to win her over and cultivate her. That's why there was a bowl of dessert at the Xiao Auction Restaurant and he monitored every live broadcast.
But when did all this become different?
It was the first time they met at the police station and his thin back standing alone in the crowd, the serious expression on his face when he thanked him sincerely in the car, or the moment when he offered to treat his illness in front of the Gold Coast as a thank you... By the time he realized what was happening, he no longer wanted to define their relationship with commercial interests.
It's good to keep the simple lifesaver and repay the favor.
The car slid forward silently, and the driver in the front was worried again.
It's always like this. Can't my boss be more proactive and stop killing the conversation?!
He roared inwardly all the way back to the Gold Coast, and it was almost seven o'clock in the evening.
As soon as we got out of the car, the secretary brought us today's dessert.
"Thank you." Ye Lan took it, nodded slightly to express his gratitude, then picked up the things and was about to leave.
The secretary was kicked by the driver from behind for no apparent reason.
He looked back and saw the driver winking at him. He remembered what he had told him two days ago, that his boss was interested in Ye Lan and asked him to help bring them together. He was suddenly speechless.
It turns out that people tend to daydream when they get older.
He didn't want to pay attention, but the driver kept stepping on his foot from behind.
The secretary was in so much pain that she could no longer bear it. Finally, she spoke up a second before the girl entered the room: "Boss, the chef from the Royal Kitchen is here tonight and has tried out a lot of new dishes. Some of them are made according to Miss Ye's taste. Would you like to invite Miss Ye to taste them now?"
After he finished speaking, the pain in his feet was gone, but he was so scared that sweat broke out on his forehead.
Although he is an old employee of the boss, he also knows that as long as some work suggestions are pertinent, the boss will adopt them and will not have the final say.
But when it comes to private life, the boss never likes his subordinates to interfere without a sense of boundaries, especially since the other party has severe mysophobia and has never eaten at the same table with friends or even family members.
Thinking of this, he felt that he would be in trouble if he said the wrong thing.
This proposal would never have been passed from the beginning.
"Can."
Um?
The secretary suddenly raised his head with an expression of disbelief, almost suspecting that he had heard it wrong.
But seeing Xiao Yunting walk a few steps away, he stopped, tilted his head to look at the girl, and extended an invitation, "Are you going?"
Even the usually indifferent voice seemed to have warmth.
Ye Lan, who was standing in front of the door, had no idea of the turmoil in the secretary's heart. When he heard the word "Imperial Kitchen", his eyes lit up.
"Okay." She responded, turned around and followed Xiao Yunting.
Ah Yue pouted in dissatisfaction behind them, muttering, "You can't move when you hear about delicious food. Sooner or later, you will be kidnapped."
What I was actually thinking was, could it be that her cooking skills weren't as good as some damn Royal Kitchen?!
Of course, if Ye Lan heard her inner voice, he would explain it to her very patiently - that was naturally incomparable.
As the name suggests, the Imperial Kitchen is where the royal chefs of the old palace were employed.
Although the imperial system has ended, the nobles still used their financial resources to pass on the royal chef lineage, and developed it into the world's top delicacy today, surpassing Michelin three stars.
During the reign of Emperor Xuanzong, Ye Lan employed people from the Imperial Kitchen, so he naturally knew their cooking skills.
The two went to the villa next door. The interior of the Gothic-style building seemed empty and lonely. The dining table alone was four or five meters long.
But in order to save unnecessary trouble in distributing dishes, they both sat on the same side.
"Boss, the results of the afternoon's meetings have been compiled..."
Because Xiao Yunting was absent from work in the afternoon, the secretary was giving a meeting report before dinner started, and at the same time, he was observing the two people sitting very close to each other. It took all his years of professional ethics to avoid letting his jaw drop to the ground.
"Okay, let's talk after dinner." Xiao Yunting suddenly interrupted the reporting process.
The secretary was stunned and slightly surprised.
My boss is a 24-hour work machine. Giving a report before dinner is a common thing for him. Why is he acting out of character today?
His eyes couldn't help but fall on the girl beside him. Seeing her bored look, his breathing stopped.
Could it be that Boss is doing this for her?!
Unfortunately, before I could take a closer look, the kitchen had already started serving the dishes.
"Then I'll come back in the evening." The secretary closed the document, bowed, and prepared to leave.
Just at this moment, she suddenly caught a glimpse of a tall and straight man who actually stood up and filled a bowl of soup, and then placed it in front of the girl.
“!!!”
The secretary could no longer control her facial expression. She lowered her head and quickly walked out of the dining room. When she met the driver outside the garden, she murmured in a daze, "Perhaps you're right. From now on, we must serve Miss Ye even more wholeheartedly."
The specifications must be on par with the hostess.
The two people in the villa didn't know that their subordinates outside were already thinking about something.
"Thank you." Ye Lan expressed her gratitude for the man's thoughtfulness, but added distantly, "I can do it myself."
Xiao Yunting's expression remained unchanged upon hearing this. After sitting down again, he asked indifferently, "Is your hand okay?"
Ye Lan paused with his hand gripping the edge of the bowl, and looked at the person beside him in surprise. He didn't expect that the other person actually noticed that he was injured.
She lifted her sleeve slightly, revealing her forearm, and saw a line of black runes on her jade-like skin, which looked as if they had been burned and embedded in the flesh, making it look particularly terrifying.
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