to jail, can we…"Luo Yi gritted his teeth and shouted at Luo Zhiqin, "Didn't you say Yu Chengnan was devoted to you He can't even handle such a small matter. I raised you for so many years in vain!"L..."Is your stomach not well" Luo Ningxi asked in surprise.

When she first heard this, she had never paid attention to it before.

But thinking about it, Li Bochen is a duck king. He definitely drank a lot of alcohol with rich women in the past, and his nightlife was very colorful. With such a day-and-night reversed life, it's easy to get stomach problems.

She lowered her voice awkwardly, "If your stomach isn't feeling well, we could try eating somewhere else"

"It's okay."

"Don't force yourself, I know there's a porridge shop nearby, it's very good for your stomach."

Li Bochen patted Luo Ningxi's hand to comfort her, then glanced at Nan Hanchuan calmly, as if he were being bothersome. "Thank you, Young Master Nan, for your concern. Are you worried about my skills, or should you stay and accompany your new love"

Nan Hanchuan was choked, but instead of being angry, he smiled mysteriously and said, “It’s true that one dies a glorious death under the peony flower.”

Li Bohan glared fiercely at Nan Hanchuan. Was this fellow mocking him

"Nan Shao, I've never seen this Mr. Li before. Have you two played together" Jiang En'en asked softly, her gaze constantly flitting between Nan Hanchuan and Luo Ningxi.

If her memory served her right, this woman was the one who played the piano at the banquet hall and stole the show last time.

Later, a wave of enthusiasm to promote her debut arose within the entertainment company, but for some reason, it was suppressed by Nan Hanchuan.

"There's no way, not everyone enjoys being in the spotlight." Nan Hanchuan said meaningfully.

Mo Yao was originally invited by Nan Hanchuan to join the game. Seeing the big boss and his wife, he instinctively extended an invitation, "Mr. Li, Ms. Luo, it's rare to meet you. Why don't we have a table together"

It would be a great honor to share a table with Mo Yao, Luo Ningxi was about to agree, but Li Bochen firmly refused, "Sorry, I'm planning a romantic dinner for two with my wife, so I won't trouble Mr. Mo."

Mo Yao's face suddenly showed a few points of regret, which left Luo Ningxi puzzled.

But since Li Bochem had already declined, she could only go along with it, "Thank you for your kindness, Mr. Mo. I'll treat everyone tonight, let's have a good meal and drinks."

Li Bochen led Luo Ningxi to the pre-booked private room. The elegant room on the second floor by the window had a large patch of flowers planted downstairs. When they opened the window, a faint floral scent wafted up, almost masking the pungent smell of the hot pot broth.

Nanhanguan looked at the direction the two people were leaving, and smiled ambiguously at Moyao, "See We just cared about him a few words, and he thought we were annoying"

Mo Yao clenched his fist with one hand, pressed it to his mouth and coughed lightly, masking his embarrassment as he said, "I'll make a call and have Dr. Gu prepare some stomach medicine."

Nan Hanchuan waved his hand. "That fellow knows his limits, a hotpot meal won't kill him."

Mo Yao blushed inwardly, "That also requires this hot pot restaurant to specially process the ingredients."

Last time Mr. Li went out to eat with his wife, and as a result, his old stomach ailment flared up again. This is no small matter.

"Nan Shao, Mo Zong seems to be very familiar with that Mr. Li" Jiang En'en accompanied Nan Hanchuan upstairs to the private room, asking suspiciously.

Nan Hanchuan practiced Tai Chi, saying, "It's alright, we're all more familiar with Xiaoxixi."

"Little Xi Xi~ You called me so affectionately, everyone else is going to be jealous." Jiang En En coquettishly pouted her lips, a slight smile playing on her rosy lips.

Nán Hánchuān nonchalantly said, “She’s different from you.”

"Her piano video went viral online. I heard from the head of the artist department that they originally wanted to sign her, but you personally rejected the proposal" Jiang En'en probed, feeling like she had never seen Nan Hanchuan treat them differently before.

Ming Ming, coming from a humble background in Longhui Creek, was unable to hold his head high.

Nan Hanchuan's voice was languid, and in the blink of an eye, he had arrived at the door of the private room. He pushed open the door with his long arm and walked in.

"She looked down on this mixed-up place, the entertainment industry."

That tone, as if this mire would pollute the Lonning Creek, Jiang En'en rolled her eyes, secretly displeased.

……

In the room, Luo Ningxi and Li Bochen sat close together, taking off their coats and crossbody bags and placing them on designated hooks.

The waiter presented the tablet for ordering with utmost respect.

Luo Ningxi felt that she was a very irresponsible wife and guiltily glanced at Li Boche.

The waiter asked, "What kind of soup base would you like"licate face was now full of wrinkles, and she couldn't ask any more.Finally, I could only remind her to take care of herself and then get up and leave.The living room fell silent once more.Yu Lan sat...