I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

Qiao Chen was silent.

Although he likes to eat this hot pot restaurant, he would rather wait for an hour or two for a meal instead of eating.

But his sister liked it, and he couldn't help it.

Aside, Mo Yesi heard the conversation between the sister and brother, thought about it, reached out to touch Qiao Mianmian's head, and warmly said to her: "You and Qiao Chen wait here, I will go back as soon as I go."

"Ok."

Qiao Mianmian thought he was going to the bathroom and nodded obediently.

*

Mo Yesi found a private room and reached out to knock on the closed door.

The people inside thought that the waiter had brought the dish and said, "Come in."

Mo Yesi pushed open the door and walked in.

It was a family with at least seven or eight people sitting at a large round table.

They also just lined up in the line, only to serve the bottom of the pot, the dishes have not yet been prepared.

Seeing that a young man with formal looks and talents came in, everyone at the table was stunned. One of them looked at Mo Yesi a few times and asked doubtfully: "This gentleman, are you leaving?" Wrong room?"

This look, this manner, this dress, certainly not a waiter.

It can only be the wrong room.

Mo Yesi shook his head and said to a group of curious people who looked at him: "Excuse me, can you make room? Give me the private room?"

A whole family: "???

What's wrong with this man?

Actually called them to give up the private room.

They waited in line for almost an hour before they waited for this private room, and they hadn't even started to eat yet.

"This gentleman, if you want to eat hot pot, just go out and line up. We are also waiting in line to get the number. I'm sorry, I'm not allowed." The tone was a little rushed, no longer as polite as before.

Because they think Mo Yesi can make such a request, which is quite strange.

For such a wonderful man, there is no need to be polite.

Mo Yesi ticked his lips: "Of course I will not let you give up this private room."

"Won't let us give up this private room in vain?" One of the men who had a bad temper looks frowned, and there was anger in his eyes. He slapped his hand on the table and said with a strong smell of gunpowder. Ah. You wouldn’t think you gave a few dollars, we’ll give you this private room."

"Sorry, we don't lack money. Please go out immediately, don't affect our mood to eat."

"Yeah, this is a neuropathy from where it came out. It's too rude to make such a request when others eat."

"It looks like a man, it looks pretty good. Why is it not normal?"

Mo Yesi was not annoyed to hear all kinds of satires from this group of people. The man's lips were slightly hooked and his hands were slowly inserted into his trouser pockets: "My wife likes this hot pot restaurant. There are too many people waiting in line outside. I don't want to let She waited too long."

"If you can get out of this private room, 100,000 per person. Really don't consider it?"

*

After a few minutes.

Mo Yesi is back.

Behind him was a waiter in the shop.

"Sir, miss, please come with me." The waiter said politely with a signature smile on his face.

Qiao Mianmian froze: "Well? Where to go?"

The waiter smiled and said: "This gentleman has reserved a private room. Please invite a few to follow me to the private room."

Qiao Mianmian: "!"

She looked up and her eyes widened: "You booked a private room?"