School Heroine Secretly Loves Me [GL] [MTL]

Chapter 30

The girl's words seemed to have magical power, so Song Nanqiao's heart slowly let go.

Wen Guangquan, who was sitting on the main seat, also noticed this. It seems that Song Nanqiao's relationship with his daughter is really unusual.

After such a small episode, the butler asked the servants to serve excellent delicacies, all of which were delicacies from the sea and the mountains. After the dishes were served, Song Nanqiao probably glanced at it. There were dozens of dishes.

Moreover, Wen Guangquan brought the most expensive dishes to himself.

"Miss Song, please have dinner."

Wen Guangquan picked up the knife and fork and put a piece of meat in his bowl. After the host started to move the chopsticks, the guests could start.

"Thank you." Song Nanqiao was not polite, enjoying the food in front of him.

Wen Wenyao, who was opposite Song Nanqiao, did not enjoy that much, because when he was dining at home, he had to pay attention to the dining etiquette all the time, and this time he was dining in front of Wen Guangquan, so he should pay more attention.

Song Nanqiao raised his head and glanced at Wen Wenyao.

The girl on the opposite side now smelled like a noble lady all over her body. No... She was originally a noble lady. It was also the first time Song Nanqiao saw Wen Wenyao like this.

When Wen Wenyao had dinner with him before, although he also paid attention to image, he didn't have that much etiquette.

And Wen Wenyao would use her spare time to see Song Nanqiao from time to time. She was worried that Song Nanqiao would be very restrained and uncomfortable eating here. Now it seems that she is thinking too much. When she first started, Wen Wenyao was still thinking. Do you want to prepare some food for Song Nanqiao after the meal?

Suddenly, the sights of the two people collided, and there was a trace of sweetness in the air, which made this originally deserted and boring dinner become interesting.

After the meal, Wen Guangquan glanced at Song Nanqiao, the other party had finished eating, and under the wait of the servant, he rinsed his mouth.

"I want to talk to Ms. Song, I don't know what Ms. Song wants."

After dinner, he can start to do business, and his long-planned trader plan is finally on the agenda.

"Okay."

Song Nanqiao stood up, before leaving, squeezed Wen Wenyao's hand.

"I'm waiting for you in the room."

Wen Wenyao said softly.

"Okay." Song Nanqiao made an ok gesture.

After that, Song Nanqiao followed Wen Guangquan upstairs. This time it was not Wen Guangquan's study, but his office.

A large door, carved with red sandalwood, is full of extravagance. In the office is a square conference table, a desk made of red sandalwood, on which some documents are neatly arranged.