First Lady

Bai Ling said that she was here to find someone, and she reported the man's reserved seat, and the waiter took her there with great enthusiasm.

Seeing that Bai Ling, the man sitting across from her, felt regretful, she regretted not listening to Alan's words, and not dressing herself up better, so she just washed her face, put some moisturizer on her face, and ran out without even putting on a layer of foundation.

Her face was dull and dull, her hair hadn't been washed for two days, and her clothes were rustic and ugly. The most important thing was that she still looked fat. Bai Ling really wanted to find a hole to get in, so she wouldn't be ashamed of herself here.

Seeing Bai Ling, the other party froze for a moment, then smiled, "Hello, I'm Zhao Mingyuan."

Bai Ling said awkwardly, "Hi, I'm Bai Ling." [

Bai Ling was crying in her heart: Woohoo, it's so embarrassing, this Zhao Mingyuan must have had a bad first impression of her!

There is no drama between the two of them, and finally they met such a top-grade man. Although he is not the best, he is also one of the best. It is a pity that she wasted his life.

Bai Ling silently read Zhao Mingyuan's personal profile given by Alan.

Zhao Mingyuan, male, 35 years old, attending physician of cardiac surgery, master of medicine, personable, successful in career, good tempered, patient...

Bai Ling raised her head and took a peek at Zhao Mingyuan. Although she was not as good-looking as Qin Yu, but... she looked more human than Qin Yu, no, it should be said that she looked like an ordinary person.

Although Qin Yu is more friendly, but with his identity left there, it is inevitable that there will be a big gap.

Bai Ling frowned, alas, why did she miss that guy Qin Yu at this time, what does it have to do with him.

Zhao Mingyuan is a man with a very gentle temper. He ordered a glass of lemonade for Bai Ling very gentlemanly, and asked Winter to pass the menu to Bai Ling.

"The steak here is very good, Miss Bai can try it!"

"Hehe, okay!" Bai Ling nodded, took the menu, and ordered a medium-rare black pepper steak without looking at it.

Bai Ling had lived in the United States for a long time before, and she really didn't have much feeling for Western food. If she had to choose, she would rather go to a street stall than eat undercooked steak in such a money-burning Western restaurant.

After ordering, the two started chatting without saying a word. . .

In fact, it was probably Zhao Mingyuan who asked, and Bai Ling answered, she still hadn't recovered from her disappointment, and the smile on her face was a bit far-fetched, and she didn't dare to look at Zhao Mingyuan's face.

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