Pre-marital cohabitation

  "This is unfair, I'm going to the restroom." With one hand on her chest, Mettel's face was filled with a hurt expression as she stood up and walked towards the outside of the private room.

  Just out the door, a casual glance, suddenly, the azure eyes lit up like radar, could this be the Chinese saying of destined to meet from thousands of miles away?

  "Ji Yan, Ji Yan, I saw my Eastern doll again." Less than thirty seconds later, Mettel rushed back into the private room, extremely excited and spoke to Tan Ji Yan, then with a pleading face, "Ji Yan, you won't mind if we have an extra friend for lunch, will you?"

  Don't mind, don't mind! Mettel smiled fawningly, although his height was about the same as Tan Jiyuan's, but with a delicate doll-like face, so he looked much younger than Tan Jiyuan of the same age.

  "No problem." Tan Jiaoyan said, sipping his tea, without any hesitation. Today's lunch was a private gathering of friends, and Tan Jiaoyan had a special status. Although he didn't have anything to hide when meeting with a foreign friend in private, Mettel wasn't an ordinary foreign friend, especially since Mettel had invited the spokesperson artist. Both publicly and privately, Tan Jiaoyan needed to keep his distance from the artist.

  With a dejected expression, Metel trudged out of the private room with a listless air about him. If he had known he would run into his Eastern doll here, he might as well have kicked Jixiang away.

  In foreign countries, it's normal for politicians and artists to meet and have dinner together, that's just a normal social interaction. However, in China, this can lead to many unnecessary rumors, and some artists may even take the opportunity to hype themselves up, so Tan Jiong refused.

  If Xiao Tong didn't see herself, it would be fine. If she did see her, then it wouldn't be her own initiative to invite her, and Jie Yan couldn't blame himself either. Metel muttered silently while staring in the direction of Tong Tong with an extremely eager gaze that seemed to pierce through the autumn water.

  Although there are many foreigners in Beijing, at this moment, three tables of foreign friends are also seated in the restaurant, but everyone is here to eat authentic old Beijing cuisine. It's strange if someone like Mettel with a pair of radar-like eyes staring at others pitifully doesn't attract attention.

  The vengeful spirit won't disperse! Tongyuan only felt that the delicious and fragrant chicken in his mouth had lost its flavor, and he looked at Mettel with a defeated expression, staring at him without blinking. Why is Beijing so big, yet they met by such coincidence?

  So this wasn't an invitation from Xiaotong herself, but a guidance from God, amen! Mettel excitedly raised her smile, glanced apologetically in the direction of the private room, and before Tongtong could speak, she quickly ran over, "Xiaotong, we meet again, come on, let's go eat in the private room."

  Tong Ying held a pair of chopsticks in one hand and a bowl in the other, but the beggar's chicken and a small stir-fry in front of her had already been taken by Mettle. She gritted her teeth in resignation, then followed Mettle to the private room.

  "Come on in, there's another friend inside." As the waiter at the door opened it, Mettel quickly walked into the private room, gave a slightly frowning Tan Jieyan a guilty smile, and put the plate in his hand on the table.

  Tan Jieyan? Stunned, Tong Qiang stood at the door. The private room was decorated in an ancient style, with a small four-person table by the carved wooden window. Through the window, you could see the scenery of the backyard, and the fragrance of plum blossoms wafted in.

  Inside the private room, a blue-and-white porcelain floor vase was placed, and on the side wall, an old bookshelf stood with some books and small trinkets. A faint scent of sandalwood wafted from an octagonal copper incense burner. Tan Jieyan sat by the window, his sharp profile and innate elegance directly striking Tong Liang's eyes.

  "Xiao Tong, come in, don't mind Tan Jieyan being a deputy mayor or not, he's just here to foot the bill today. Come on in and sit down." Mettel gave a dissatisfied glance at Tan Jieyan, who held a special position, wondering why he was a deputy mayor, Xiao Tong would definitely be very awkward for a while.

  Because it was a long table, Tan Jiaoyan and Mette were seated opposite each other, with an empty chair on either side of them. Under Mette's expectant gaze, Tong Jing didn't hesitate to sit down beside Tan Jiaoyan, earning her a look of utmost resentment from Mette, who once again regretted not coming alone to enjoy the food and instead having Tan Jiaoyan as a third wheel!

  Tan Jieyan's usually cold and calm face flashed a faint, barely perceptible smile, then continued drinking tea. Although the allergic reaction on his body had not completely dissipated since morning, it no longer affected Tan Jieyan's good mood.

  "Xiao Tong, are you discriminating against our foreign friends? Why do you want to sit over there, aren't we friends?" Mettel looked at Tongtong with a abandoned husband's expression, who had chosen to sit next to Tan Jieyan. He finally remembered that he hadn't gone to the restroom yet and left with a gloomy face.