What is it like to be called a husband by your junior sister?
This kind of thing Lu Chen never did in his dreams, but it really happened, which Lu Chen never thought of.
But let alone, she is called her husband by such a beautiful junior sister.
It's really cool.
"Wife, we're not cheating. We're just doing a fake show. I believe you will definitely understand me after you know this."
Sitting in Maybach's car, enjoying the comfort brought by the leather sofa, Meng Aohan sat next to her, and a refreshing fragrance wafted from time to time. The car was paired with a beautiful woman. This feeling was simply no wonder.
It's so cool.
The car drove for half an hour.
They arrived at a top French restaurant parking lot.
When we got off the bus, the special parking staff of this French restaurant came to open the door to greet us.
Meng Aohan was very generous and directly packed the van all day, so the use rights of this Maybach on this day were all hers.
"Two people, set up a private room, and the specifications are as high as the highest requirements. By the way, I want red wine, the most expensive red wine here."
After Lu Chen and Meng Aohan walked in, a waiter came to greet him in a fashionable dress, and Meng Aohan quickly gave instructions.
The waiter is very professional and is surprised by the age difference between Lu Chen and Meng Aohan, but he has no performance on the surface. He smiles slightly and responds softly: "Okay lady, please come with me."
The waiter led the two to a very luxurious private room, with a strong European and American style, especially the crystal lamp on the top of his head, which looked very tall and classy.
Restaurants like this are not available in Biancheng yet. After all, they are just a first-class city that has emerged. Many places are in the stage of rapid development, but it still takes some time to improve them in all aspects in a short period of time.
Tangcheng is different, it is an old-fashioned first-class city, so there are not only many restaurants like this, but also many. Otherwise, how can their GDP be supported?
"Sir, Miss, our chef is preparing food for you, please wait."
After Lu Chen and Meng Aohan took their seats, the waiter bent slightly and said in a very gentle voice.
"Okay, we get it."
Meng Aohan nodded and looked at the candlelight on the table. Although the person sitting opposite was not Lu Chen's true appearance, she didn't care, because she just needed to know that the person sitting opposite was Lu Chen.
"Okay, if you have anything, you can press the bell on the table and I will come here to serve you soon."
After the waiter finished speaking, he had the sensibility and gave them time to be alone. He quietly left the private room and closed the door.
"Husband, how does it feel here?"
Meng Aohan asked with a smile.
"Ahem... Junior sister, I think..."
To be honest, Lu Chen likes to hear Meng Aohan call him husband, but for some reason, he feels guilty in his heart, which makes him feel a little uncomfortable, so he plans to let Meng Aohan return to normal for the time being.
But Meng Aohan did not give Lu Chen a chance, but interrupted directly: "Honey, if you think this place is not good, we can change the place."
"No, I mean..."
"Husband, do you not want to eat French cuisine? It doesn't matter, what do you want to eat, Cantonese cuisine, or seafood?"
"Okay, I won't say it anymore, just watch it."
Lu Chen shook his head helplessly, and saw that Meng Aohan wanted to "play" with him enough today.
He thought about it and said that he was pretending to be a fake anyway, so let Meng Aohan go by himself.
"Dongdongdongdong--" This chapter has been completed!