Hearing Song Zhihui's words, Wang Xiang's face fell.
To be honest, he really wanted Song Zhihui to leave just like that.
He was afraid that Song Zhihui would unintentionally expose his previous lies at the banquet.
However, since Song Zhihui had said so, Wang Xiang couldn't drive her away.
"Haha, then please." Wang Xiang restrained his thoughts and revealed a smile. On the surface, he appeared as if he was extremely welcoming.
Then, Wang Xiang led the way.
Wang Haoran knew the change in Song Zhihui's attitude, but he kept silent.
On the way, Song Zhihui suddenly asked Wang Xiang.
"Who is this next to you?"
"This is my son. His name is Wang Haoran." Wang Xiang gave a simple introduction.
When Song Zhihui saw the man she fell in love with at first sight, she had already guessed it. However, when she heard Wang Xiang say it, she couldn't help but feel shocked.
She had never expected that her best friend's creditor was the handsome man she fell in love with at first sight.
At that time, she even complained to Feng Anna that "Wang Haoran" was ugly.
Thinking of this, Song Zhihui felt embarrassed.
However, after hearing Wang Xiang's introduction, she couldn't help but look at Wang Haoran.
Wang Haoran also tilted his head and looked at her.
The two pairs of eyes met in the air.
Wang Haoran looked calm.
Song Zhihui, on the other hand, felt her heart beating faster. She secretly took a deep breath and calmed down, showing a smile. "Hello."
As she spoke, she took the initiative to extend her hand.
"Hello." Wang Haoran reached out and shook hands with her.
He felt that Song Zhihui's hand was softer and smoother than he had imagined.
Logically speaking, as a chef, Song Zhihui's hand should be a little rough.
However, on second thought.
If Song Zhihui wore special gloves when handling ingredients and cooking, and took good care of her skin, it was normal for her hand to be so tender.
Moreover, the heroine halo was always unreasonable.
Song Zhihui's hand was different from that of ordinary chefs. It was even more reasonable that she was like a young lady who didn't do any housework.
After thinking about it, the two shook hands and then let go.
However, Wang Haoran could clearly feel that Song Zhihui's hand trembled when they shook hands.
Wang Xiang, who was watching from the side, felt a little strange. Song Zhihui didn't even shake his hand. Why did she seem so friendly towards his son?
But on second thought, this seemed to be a good thing.
Not long after, the three of them arrived at the banquet hall.
There was a seat reserved for Song Zhihui at her friend's table.
After Song Zhihui arrived, she sat down naturally.
Wang Xiang had bragged before, so he could only brace himself and pretend to be friends with Song Zhihui and introduce her to his friends.
After saying those words, Wang Xiang became very nervous.
He was afraid that Song Zhihui would tell the truth.
Surprisingly, not only did Song Zhihui not tell him the truth, she was even very polite to him and Zhen Li during the banquet.
His friends didn't doubt Wang Xiang's words at all.
By the time the dinner was over, it was already completely dark outside.
Wang Xianglu continued to send his friends off.
Song Zhihui stayed for a while longer. When the guests gradually left, she felt that it was not appropriate to stay any longer.
"Boss Wang, it's time for me to go. Goodbye."
"Miss Song, it's already late. You're new to Qingling and don't have a fixed place to stay. Why don't you stay here for the night? What do you think?" Wang Xiang tried to persuade her to stay.
He did this because he wanted to thank Song Zhihui for not exposing him before. That was why he was so courteous.
"Thank you for your hospitality." Song Zhihui seemed to be afraid that Wang Xiang would change his mind, so she quickly responded.
"Okay, I'll send you off …" Wang Xiang blurted out. But he quickly realized that the situation was different from what he had expected. He quickly changed his words.
"Not at all. It's my honor to have you stay, Miss Song."
Then, he wanted to ask the servant to bring Song Zhihui to the best guest room, but he suddenly noticed that his son was looking at Song Zhihui.
"Haoran, send Miss Song to the guest room." Wang Xiang couldn't help but help his son.
"Okay." Wang Haoran responded and secretly praised Wang Xiang. He looked at Song Zhihui and gestured for her to follow him.
"Follow me."
"Thank you." Song Zhihui was overjoyed, but she only showed a small smile on her face.
Wang Haoran walked in front, and Song Zhihui followed closely behind.
After a while, they arrived at a guest room.
Wang Haoran pushed the door open and walked in with Song Zhihui.
"The guest room is cleaned regularly. The bed and some other things are all new. You can sleep peacefully. Also, if you need anything, just let me know. "Wang Haoran said seriously.
"Thank you." Song Zhihui lowered her head and nodded her snow-white sharp chin.
She suddenly asked, "Are you still studying?"
She was more restrained in formal occasions. In fact, she was very lively and cheerful.
Seeing that there was no one else here, she naturally returned to her normal self.
Moreover, Wang Haoran looked very shy.
Naturally, Song Zhihui became even bolder.
"Yes, I'm in my first year at Qingling University." Wang Haoran looked very honest.
"First year …" Song Zhihui muttered to herself.
If that was the case, he should be around nineteen years old, three years younger than her.
Was she an old cow eating young grass?
Bah, no!
As the old saying goes, a woman three years older than her husband would carry a golden brick.
"You're not handsome. There must be a lot of girls chasing after you. Do you have a girlfriend? "Song Zhihui continued to ask.
"No … I don't have a girlfriend." Wang Haoran lowered his head and looked away, as if he was embarrassed.
After hearing that, Song Zhihui's eyes lit up with joy. She looked at Wang Haoran's evasive eyes and said half-jokingly,
"What do you think of me?"
Wang Haoran was stunned. He did not expect Song Zhihui to be so direct.
"You're very beautiful." Wang Haoran pretended that he did not understand the meaning behind her words.
"Then I'll be your girlfriend, okay?"
Song Zhihui felt that he was a little slow, so she had to be more straightforward.
Wang Haoran wanted to reply with a "Okay", but when the words were about to come out of his mouth, he swallowed them back.
He had checked Qin Fan before and knew what Qin Fan's ninety-nine skills were.
Among them, there was the god-level cooking skill.
Song Zhihui's cooking skill was god-like. She was most likely one of Qin Fan's ninety-nine disciples.
If he confirmed his relationship with Song Zhihui, and if Qin Fan knew about it …
Wouldn't that make Qin Fan hate him?
"I was joking with you just now. Actually, I have a girlfriend." Wang Haoran suddenly changed his words.
Hearing that, Song Zhihui rolled her eyes.
She did not believe that at all.
She thought that Wang Haoran was just finding an excuse to reject her.
"Then do you mind having another girlfriend?"
Song Zhihui did not expose this shy guy. She looked at him intently and smiled seductively. She wanted to seduce him!
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