I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

"Miss, please accept this bunch of flowers."

As the waiter spoke, he looked up at Qiao Mianmian again, thinking that the young and beautiful girl was about to be lucky.

With just one voice, Yan Shao had already appreciated her so much.

If you don’t see me anymore in a while, I’m afraid I will definitely get it.

It looks so beautiful, which man would not like it when he saw it.

As we all know, a woman who speaks less and is more generous will only be more generous towards her.

Just give it points, which is the amount that ordinary people can't earn in a lifetime.

Qiao Mianmian froze: "Someone asked you to send me flowers?"

"Yes." The waiter thought about it and kindly reminded him, "That gentleman is a valuable guest here. His identity is expensive. He is in a box opposite, hoping to have a chance to talk to the good lady. ."

"If you want, I will take you here."

Qiao Mianmian: "..."

Did she encounter a so-called conversation?

"Guest, who is this guest?" Jiang Luoli looked at the fiery red roses, his mind flashed and jumped up, "Baby, will it be a male god. He is using this way Sum with you?"

Qiao Mianmian froze.

Mo Yesi?

No, how could he know that she is here.

Didn't she tell him again?

She looked suspiciously at the waiter: "Do you know what the gentleman's surname is and what is his name?"

The waiter smiled slightly and nodded: "The young master Yan Jiao said that the young lady should have heard of it."

After the waitress thought he said the name, the **** the opposite side would definitely look shocked, and then be surprised and excited.

After all, the name Yan Shaoqing is a symbol of power.

No girl can resist this temptation.

But the result is not the same as he imagined.

The **** the opposite side was indeed surprised for a few seconds when she heard the name "Speaking Young", and then the face was not surprised.

It's... a weird smile.

"Yan Shaoqing?! Are you sure?"

"……Yes, it is."

"Well, it's fine. I took it for me, and would you please give me a sentence for him."

*

After a few minutes.

The waiter came out of the box strangely.

He walked to Box 888, reached out and gently tapped the door.

Soon, someone answered: "Come in."

The waiter pushed open the door and walked in. At a glance, Yan Shaoqing, who was holding Erlang's leg, was holding a glass of red wine in one hand.

He walked slowly over and respectfully said: "Speak less."

As soon as the waiter came in, several people in the box looked at him.

Miyazawa also had a glass of wine in his hand and sneered: "How are you, seeing people. Are they ugly, or beautiful?"

The waiter looked at Miyazawa from there, lowered his head, and reverently replied: "Master Gong, I saw someone. It's a pretty little girl."

To be precise, it is particularly beautiful.

Anyway, he has worked in the club for so many years, but he has never seen such a beautiful girl.

More beautiful than many stars.

Miyazawa's expression stiffened and frowned. "Are you sure you look pretty?"

"It's really beautiful." The waiter recalled the look just now, and was also amazed. "Like a fairy, it's very beautiful."

"Ha ha ha ha." Yan Shaoqing laughed with joy, clapping his hands while laughing, feeling good, "I know, my intuition must be right. Fourth, you lose, don't forget what you said."