Celebrity Girl Is My Wife

Ning Ran was about to say ‘anything’ but was afraid that it would seem rude, so she said to Nan Chen affectionately, “You make the call!”

The phrase ‘You make the call’ sounded simple, but it was rich in meaning. And it was even more meaningful to say it in this situation. Nan Chen was a little caught off guard at Ning Ran’s sudden gentleness.

As the server was still waiting at the side for him to place his order, Nan Chen didn’t say much and simply ordered a few dishes. This was Ning Ran’s purpose. Naturally, Nan Chen should know best what to order since he brought her here.

Ning Ran scrutinized her surroundings. The decoration was very simple in Japanese style, and the customers beside them were also speaking in Japanese. “You like Japanese food?” Ning Ran asked Nan Chen.

Nan Chen didn’t speak, and Ning Ran felt a little awkward for failing to strike up a conversation with him. “This isn’t Japanese food,” Nan Chen eventually said.

“Yeah.” Ning Ran nodded hastily. “It’s a late-night snack that derived from Japanese food, like the late-night eateries seen in movies.” Nan Chen was silent at that. Alright, it seems he’s not planning to talk to me. Ning Ran zipped her mouth tactfully.

Nan Chen, who always bore a graceful posture, surveyed the surroundings as well. When he realized that almost all the female diners’ eyes were fixed on him, he hurriedly withdrew his gaze and sat upright.

This restaurant had been in business for some years, and it was his mother who had brought him and Nan Xing here for supper when they were young. But then something happened, and he never came back.

This place seemed to have been renovated, but the style hadn’t changed much. Nan Chen had always wanted to visit this place again but never had the courage to come.

With Ning Ran as a companion today, Nan Chen somehow had the courage and excuse to come over. The food was served. There was fried ramen and a meatball dish Ning Ran couldn’t name.

As Ning Ran didn’t know which dish was hers, she let Nan Chen take it first. Nan Chen took the meatball dish and handed Ning Ran the fried ramen.

The ramen tasted different from what she usually ate. She didn’t know if she was really starving or it was a psychological effect, but she found it to be very delicious.

After eating a meatball, Nan Chen didn’t move again.

Ning Ran thought it was a waste and wondered if he was going to throw the rest away after eating just one piece.

Thus, she kept staring at the meatballs, wanting to have a taste.

Nan Chen caught her wolfish gaze and wondered, Is this woman a glutton? Is a bowl of fried ramen not enough for her?

Supper at this hour is bound to make one chubbier, and she still eats so much?

But seeing her unwavering gaze on those meatballs, he felt a little troubled. At that, he raised his hand and signaled the boss for another bowl of meatballs.

“It’s okay. I’ll just have these. You only ate one and it’ll be a waste to throw these away.”

rose to her feet, reached for that bowl, and

crisp and

Face eats is indeed delicious. He ordered fried ramen for me, but he ordered something more delicious for himself, and he

one meatball in

never forgotten about the

Nan Chen was reminded

the boss again for two bottles

but he just wanted to fulfil this woman’s

been speaking casually, and she didn’t expect him to

gonna have to take a rain check on that drink. I’ve got work tomorrow, and it’s too late,”

said, “Don’t you have something to

 doesn’t mean I’ll tell the

just

was drunk, I said many things to him that shouldn’t be said. Is he addicted to listening to

“But I’m busy tomorrow—”

to work tomorrow too!”

you making things difficult when I’m willing to listen to

since you’re happy, I’ll drink a glass or two with you. But as you know, I’m a light drinker and my decorum in drinking is

Chen kept a straight face. He had seen

had his own ways of dealing with terrible

the past; the time when his mother brought him here to eat meatballs, the warmth

she saw that the eyes of the

the trace of

thought she was imagining things. He was a filthy rich,

head and emptied his glass

was dashing, yet elegant and

as she gulped down her drink, but something was just

Nan Chen’s sitting posture wasn’t as upright as before,

his identity, he must be wary of his bearings at all times,

could be amplified anytime and made into a topic for gossips

affect himself, but the company’s

wine was actually pretty strong, and Nan Chen could feel the obvious alcohol

perplexed. Why was he drinking