Rebirth: Outstanding

"What are you looking at?" Angie Peris wiped her wet long hair and walked out of the bathroom. She saw Song Tianyao sitting on the sofa in the living room looking through documents, walking over on the carpet barefoot wrapped in a bath towel, and riding with long legs. Sitting on Song Tianyao's legs, he leaned his head from the front, and wanted to look at the information in Song Tianyao's hand. It happened to cover Song Tianyao's sight with his wet hair.

Song Tianyao threw the information back on the coffee table, embraced Angie Peris with both hands, and wanted to loosen the bath towel that the other party had just wrapped. He said, "Some listed company information."

"Hello, guest, your double is late..." There was a knock on the door of the waiter outside. Before finishing speaking, he seemed to be stopped by Huang Liu outside. After a while, Huang Liu opened his mouth and said outside the door: "Boss, the dinner you ordered earlier is ready."

"I hate high efficiency for the first time." Song Tianyao helped Angie Peris, who had already shown her smooth back, wrapped her bath towel tightly again: "I shouldn't order dinner in advance."

Angie Periss smiled and kissed Song Tianyao on the cheek, got up and went to the dressing room, Song Tianyao sat on the sofa: "Let him come in."

The waiter at the Durex Hotel came in with a dining cart. When he entered the door, he looked at Huang Liu with disgust. The snow-white tablecloth on the dining cart was a little wrinkled. It was apparent that Huang Liu opened the silver meal arbitrarily. Caused by the cover inspection.

Appetizers, fruits, and cold cuts are neatly arranged on the three-tier dining car. The main course is covered by a plate with carved patterns. A champagne, a red wine, and a brandy are placed obliquely and piled up. In the ice bucket of crushed ice, on the top floor, there is also a set of exquisite and luxurious tea sets. Although the black tea is still in the silver teapot, the fragrance of tea has begun to diffuse in the room.

"Send you to the restaurant to set up? Okay." After receiving Song Tianyao's response, the waiter pushed the dining cart to the restaurant to set up dinner.

Angie Peris and other waiters arranged the dining room. Song Tianyao walked out of the dressing room after paying the tip and sending him away. His long dark red hair, which was still damp, was randomly tied into a ponytail and put on his upper body. A white shirt belonging to Song Tianyao, without a corset, and the towering chest under the white shirt is vaguely visible. The hem of the long shirt just hangs down to the roots of her straight and slender thighs, allowing the two jade legs to be exposed to Song Tianyao to the greatest extent. Under my gaze, occasionally the movements are slightly larger, and you can vaguely see the black lace panties.

She walked to the restaurant by herself, dipped some of the sauce on the steak with her hand cutely, and sucked it on her lips. She seemed satisfied with the taste, and smiled sweetly at Song Tianyao who was helping her to pour the wine: " Why do you think of having such a formal and hearty dinner with me?"

"It seems that I haven't taken a meal with you seriously for a long time." Song Tianyao handed the champagne in her hand to the ghost girl, and then helped the ghost girl to walk over to open the seat, put the napkins and tableware for the other party, and said in a serious tone: " I don’t know the last time I had a good western meal with you, when was it, but I remember that today, a year ago, I hired you."

"Really, don't you say that I have forgotten it, no wonder you have time to accompany me all day today. Of course the most delicious is the first time, in the restaurant of this hotel, let me eat rough bread for too long. I thought that hot chestnut soup was the best delicacy in the world.” Angie Peris sat down on her seat and was startled for a moment. Then she had some pleasant memories for a moment and smiled towards herself. Said Song Tianyao on the opposite side.

Song Tianyao raised the champagne gold and nodded: "It's very delicious."

A year ago, a British female lawyer who could not obtain an internship certificate met a Chinese male secretary who was too poor to have a suit.

She still remembered Song Tianyao in the office where she was about to be unable to pay the rent. She was obviously shabby but pretending to be arrogant when she threw a thick stack of Hong Kong dollars at her. The method was very clumsy, like a piece of bread in her hand, not enough. The poor who fill their stomachs use that piece of bread to coax even hungry beggars.

But at that time, he was indeed hungry like a beggar. Because of the bread, he chose to believe him.

Two little people who were walking around in the Far East Freeport met and walked all the way.

Now, she no longer has to worry about the internship certificate, and she doesn't have to worry about eating unpalatable crude bread. As long as she wants, after the arrival of new jewelry and clothing from several department stores in Hong Kong, she will call her as soon as possible.

Song Tianyao on the opposite side is no longer a young man who only has a suit and sleeps insecure, but a truly rich man who has more assets under his control than most Chinese banks in Hong Kong.

However, they still felt that the dinner they had met was the most delicious.

"You know? Last week, I called back to the UK and told my parents formally that I found a boyfriend. He is a Chinese. Guess how my family reacted?" Angie Peris raised the champagne Touched gently with Song Tianyao, and then said.

Song Tianyao looked at Angie Peris: "What's the reaction?"

"They think I'm crazy. My parents are going to buy a plane ticket to Hong Kong, persuade me from Hong Kong to return to the UK, let me continue to be a lawyer, and then meet a real elite to marry." Angie Peris said with a smile. "Then I said, my boyfriend transferred all his assets worth nearly 700,000 pounds to my name. He is better than the elite in your eyes. My father considered it very, very seriously. After five minutes, I just asked if I could take you back to the UK to meet them at Christmas this year." After Angie Periss gave a sip of caviar to her mouth, she said to Song Tianyao, "What does this mean?"

"What does it mean?" Song Tianyao asked with a smile.

"It means that they agree with me that you are better than many elites in their eyes. My father used to think that his neighbors are typical elites."

"What occupation does his neighbor do?"

"A chef who cooks for the Royal Hotel can enjoy the royal family members' admiration for his cooking skills every day."

Song Tianyao leaned on the back of his chair, holding a fork in his hand, and said to Angie Peris: "It's a good profession. If your father thinks the chef is an elite person, I can actually consider losing the business and opening a restaurant in the UK. Boss, I am a chef."

"So, at Christmas...Will you meet them?" Angie Peris shrugged towards Song Tianyao and looked at Song Tianyao.

"Of course, of course I will go, I'm serious, and I'm thinking about taking a year to get the whole thing done, and then marry you. At that time, no one should have a strange look at you marrying a Chinese. "Song Tianyao thought for a moment, and said to Angie Peris seriously.

Angie Peris drank a sip of champagne: "If you marry me like this, no one will have strange emotions, and very few people in the UK can have the current wealth when you are at the same age. Look at my father. In response, you can feel that money is actually more attractive than nationality and skin color. Besides, I am not one of those stubborn high-class figures, nor are my family members. In the eyes of many British people, you are already very good."

"It's not enough. I can't let a woman who refused to work as a senior paralegal at Clifford Chance and came to Hong Kong to help me accompany me hard, really only marry a small factory owner." Song Tianyao lowered his head slightly and said with a smile.

Song Tianyao's confirmation really considered marrying Angie Peris. Aside from the British identity of the ghost girl, just her ability and IQ, Song Tianyao felt that it was more worthwhile to marry a woman with a beautiful appearance or a good family background.

Beautiful, capable, and considerate, the ghost girl meets all Song Tianyao's needs for women. He always believes that if a woman can meet the three requirements of a man, she should not be stingy in giving promises and should seriously consider The other party marries home instead of always maintaining the so-called ambiguous relationship between men and women. In the end, they are separated because of accidents or because of love and hatred, and the lovers become enemies.

The current situation is that Song Tianyao can accept the loss of half of his wealth, but cannot accept the loss of Angie Peris.

"Ring." The phone in the living room rang during a sweet dinner for two.

Song Tianyao got up and walked to the living room and put on the phone: "Hello? Who?"

"Song...A Yao? This is Qi Weiwen." On the other side of the phone, there was a voice that Song Tianyao hadn't guessed.

Qi Weiwen hasn't seen him for a long time, and hasn't even contacted him by phone.

"Sister Wen, what's the matter?" Song Tianyao's heart sank slightly when he heard the voice of the other party. A woman like Qi Weiwen would not take the initiative to contact her. If it wasn't for something important, she would never call herself. He also called the hotel, explaining that he had already called the factory and asked Lou Fengyun about her whereabouts.

Qi Weiwen’s voice was a little nervous: "Today, at dinner time, a guest who looked like a wealthy man went to the Kowloon Hotel. He did not order food, but went to see Master Song specially. The two went into the box and talked for a while, waiting for the guest. After leaving, Master Song seemed to be very emotional, his limbs trembling with anger, and now I was sent to Donghua Hospital."