Yuan Yuan sat in the car after class.
Ye mu Bai's call came in. Wen Yuan looked at the reporters outside the car and smiled. " president ye, is this phone call to comfort or to compensate? "
"None of them." he gave a slight smile. " i just want to treat miss wen to a meal. would you do me the honor? "
Wen Yuan lowered his head and his voice became softer, " " you're not busy with the emergency public relations at this time, but you're still thinking about an old couple having a meal? "
then, " his voice dragged out a little, and there was a hint of a smile in it, " " since we're an old couple, mrs. ye, do you believe me at all? "
"you want me to believe you?" wen yuan looked down.
"i know you believe me, but i hope you won't be angry." His voice turned hoarse, and his tone was like a plea. "wen yuan, don't be angry, okay?"
