Her politeness made Nangong Yehan's hand holding the car door tremble slightly, but he quickly recovered, closed the door, and got into the driving position.

"What do you like to eat?" He turned around and glanced at the two people behind him.

Zuo Anan did not respond to him, but looked to his left and right, "Tell me, what do you like to eat?"

"Is Western food okay?" The drunkard said that he was not interested in drinking. He felt that an environment like a Western restaurant could better adjust the atmosphere.

A small brain with ideas beyond his years.

"Of course." Nangong Yehan said this. At the same time, he started the car and drove to a restaurant he was familiar with.

Zuo Anan's mouth moved, and he wanted to just choose a nearby point, but he thought that this man wouldn't listen to him, so he gave up.

Sunset Western Restaurant is located in the most prosperous section of Huacheng, and its consumption level is naturally not low.

Normally, if you don't make a reservation in advance, there are basically no seats, but at this time, because of the late time, there were some vacancies.

"You can eat whatever you want." Nangong Yehan put his coat on the armchair casually, and his eyes glanced at Zuo An'an intentionally or unintentionally.

But the other party didn't even look at him, but just said to the left and right, "Please help me with some!"

"Okay, Mommy." He seemed to be very good at Western food. He rummaged around and ordered the meal.

I wanted to push the menu to Nangong Yehan, but after thinking for a moment, I tilted my head and looked at him, "Uncle Nangong, do you need me to order for you?"

"Just do the same as you guys." Nangong Yehan wanted to know if the food they liked was also to his liking.

This time, Zuo Anan suddenly looked up at him, then turned sideways, glanced at the dishes ordered on the left and right, tapped his fingertips, and removed the one with mustard, "Don't want this."

"Why!" Zuo Zuo didn't quite understand, because they both liked mustard-flavored pork chops.

"President Nangong can't eat mustard." Zuo Anan said softly, but still let Nangong Yehan listen.

There was a ripple in her heart. It turned out that she still remembered this and knew that she was allergic to mustard.

I thought that she was really as indifferent to him as she appeared to be.

"So that's it! I remember it." He smiled and changed to another dish.

Nangong Yehan looked at these two people and felt an inexplicable warmth in his heart. This tender scene gave him the illusion that they were a family of three, particularly harmonious.

If this were true, that would be great.

A sigh escaped from his lips, and helplessness climbed onto his cheeks, fading away from the original gentle smile.

"Uncle Nangong, why are you sighing?" You were paying special attention to his every move. After all, the handsome man in front of you was probably his father.

Although it has not been confirmed yet, he already regards him as his father.

"It's okay, I just felt a sudden feeling." After saying that, he looked at Zuo An'an, thinking that she should understand him.

But this woman is still indifferent to him, as if the special concern just now has nothing to do with her, and has set up a line of defense between herself and her.

"Is it because of work?" he asked, his concerned expression making people feel distressed.

"No, don't worry, I'm fine." Nangong Yehan reached out and touched his head.

I don’t know what happened, but suddenly I remembered what he said while holding my hand in his sleep on the flight back from France. His expression was gradually solidifying, as if something was about to break out of the cocoon.
Chapter completed!