Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

That's right, the hall, which was bustling just now, suddenly became quiet, and the sound of her chewing food could be heard quietly.

Ling Xiaoxiao's complexion suddenly changed, suppressing his voice, but couldn't hide the excitement on his face, "Caiwei, Caiwei, Boss... The president is here, and he is walking towards us."

"Miss Tong, can I sit next to you?"

The cool and pleasant voice sounded from the position beside her with a unique charm.

Tong Caiwei slowly raised her head.

A handsome face was reflected in his eyes.

Dark green eyes, thin lips, passionate and seductive eyes, soft, shiny hair.

The good-looking one is like the man who walked out of the painting, not Ye Fan, who else could it be?

The shirt on his body, the white shirt with no trace of wrinkles, the white jade buttons exuded a dazzling light.

Tong Caiwei stared at the row of buttons on his shirt in a daze, wondering if he should pick some of them secretly. . . .

She has always been interested in jade.

Although, the jade material of his buttons is not necessarily the best, but it is also polished with excellent jade.

Even the buttons on the clothes cost so much, and only super rich people like him can afford it.

"Of course, President, you can sit wherever you want, it's our honor."

Without waiting for Tong Caiwei to answer, Ling Xiaoxiao decided on her own. Seeing her excited expression, it seemed that Ye Fan wanted to sit next to her.

Ye Fan was also polite, and sat down straight away, and there was a gasp sound from all around, especially the group of women in the design department, all staring, their eyeballs were about to fall to the ground.

Ling Xiaoxiao secretly saw the expressions of a few people, and couldn't help smiling complacently.

Tong Caiwei stared blankly at the man sitting next to her, and realized that she had become the focus of everyone's attention again. She was angry and annoyed, and she told him before that he promised well, but when he appeared like this, wouldn't it be another Let her steal the show?

Ye Fan didn't seem to see her annoyed expression, and pointed to her dinner plate, "Is it delicious?"

She froze for a moment, then subconsciously nodded, "It's delicious."

The food in Xinyang is pretty good. Although the taste is not as good as that prepared by some chefs, it is quite good.

"President, so you are here, this is your lunch, is it here, or..."

The door of the staff restaurant was pushed open, and four or five people hurried over with meals.

The one who walked in the front was the fat man who was in charge of the reception this morning.

Ye Fan didn't speak, but just tapped the table with his hands.

The man immediately understood and nodded quickly, "Okay, you guys come here, be careful, and put the president's lunch here."

Mr. President wants to eat in the general staff canteen.

And it was specifically for an intern who had just arrived at the company for less than a day.

This could not help causing a sensation.

In the originally quiet hall, various discussions sounded one after another, especially women's voices were the most, with all kinds of envy, jealousy and hatred, and all kinds of sour words.

Ye Fan's special lunch, five dishes and one soup.

Tong Caiwei's eyes straightened.

Is he wasting a little too much?

Can one person eat so much?

Moreover, it can be seen that these meals are carefully prepared, no less than the feasts of star-rated hotels.