At ten fifty-nine, on the clock, Han Zihe came to the door of the Wonderful Time Cafe.

"Welcome to the wonderful time. I wish you a happy lunch. Madam, please come in." A male attendant wearing a suit, vest and tie of the same color opened the door and made a straight-arm leading gesture.

Han Zihe nodded, stepped forward, steadied his body, and looked around.

"Excuse me, ma'am, are you waiting for someone, or have you reserved a table?" the waiter asked, holding a black leather book under his arm and bowing slightly.

Han Zihe smiled and said: "I made an appointment with someone to meet here, but I don't know if he has come."

The male waiter heard the sound and said softly: "Okay, please wait a moment."

As he said that, he picked up the walkie-talkie and whispered a few words. Within a minute, he nodded and said hello.

"Are you Ms. Han? There is a man who claims to be Mr. Chen from Yixuan Magazine. He has booked a private room and the agreed time is eleven o'clock."

Mr. Chen from Yixuan Magazine? Han Zihe nodded in his mind, it should be him.

"Thank you, it should be him."

"Ah, then let me show you the way. Please go this way." The waiter led Han Zihe to the stairs and said as he walked, "Our cafe has an emergency call button installed outside the armrest of the sofa. If anything happens during the meal,

If you have any needs or discomforts, just press the button and our service staff will come over as soon as possible.”

Han Zihe was startled for a moment, then smiled and thanked her: "This is a really attentive person. I saw that this was the first time she met Mr. Chen, and they were in a private room, so I was afraid that something bad would happen to her, so

Special reminder.

The waiter kept smiling and nodded slightly: "You're welcome, madam. It is our responsibility to ensure the comfort and safety of every guest who dines in our cafe...it's already here, madam."

The male waiter took Han Zihe to a room called "Jingge" and gently knocked on the door.

"Come in!" A slightly magnetic male voice sounded.

The male waiter pushed open the door and walked in. Han Zihe stood still in front of the door and waited.

"Sir, the lady you made an appointment with is here." The male waiter's voice came from inside.

Then, there was the sound of getting up and walking over.

Soon, a tall, elegant man strode over with a smile: "Hello, Ms. Han, I am Chen Ming from Yixuan Magazine. Nice to meet you!"

Han Zihe frowned slightly, then smiled naturally and stretched out his hand: "Hello, I am Han Zihe, 'Editor Chen'! Nice to meet you!"

Chen Ming's eyes flashed, then he took Han Zihe's hand, held it gently for three seconds, quickly let go, stretched his slender arm toward the room, and said with a smile: "Ms. Han, please come in."

When Han Zihe entered the room, he quickly walked over, pulled out a single sofa chair, and invited: "Ms. Han, please sit down."

After Han Zihe sat down safely, he sat on the chair opposite her, smiled and said to the waiting waiter: "Please bring the menu."

"Mr. Chen, Ms. Han, what kind of coffee do you want?"

"Ladies first, Ms. Han will order first."

Han Zihe glanced at the opened menu without flipping through it. He raised his head and said to the waiter with a smile: "Just a cup of your cafe's signature mocha."

As he spoke, he pushed the menu towards the other party.

Chen Ming casually ordered the menu and said lightly: "A cup of cubita."

"Okay, please wait a moment." The waiter put away the menu with great discernment, saluted, and left.

Only the two people who met for the first time were left in the room.

Although this single room is not big, it has good light. The sofa, table and chairs are set up in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows. Han Zihe and Chen Ming sit opposite each other. As long as they tilt their heads slightly, they can see the blue sea outside the window.

The sunlight slanted through, not shining in the eyes, but making the entire single room brighter.

There was a record player behind the door, playing music softly. When Han Zihe listened carefully, he found that it was somewhat similar to the Blue Danube Waltz.

Chen Ming gently pinched the flowers on the table and said nothing.

Han Zihe remained silent, quietly enjoying the rising and falling music, looking calm and acting calmly.

Until the door of the private room was knocked again, and the waiter came in carrying a dinner plate.

Probably because the atmosphere between them was a bit strange, the male waiter looked at Han Zihe hesitantly.

"Haha." A deep laughter escaped from Chen Ming's lips and teeth, "Don't worry, I understand the rules of your cafe. Your boss has worked so hard to change his career, how could I not give you face?"

This was obviously said to the male waiter. The male waiter was a little embarrassed when he heard this, but Chen Ming suddenly smiled brightly and showed his big white teeth to the male waiter: "What's more, I look like the kind of person who doesn't

A person of grace?"

The male waiter looked over in confusion. Suddenly, his eyes widened as if he remembered something.

From Han Zihe's perspective, the male waiter's eyes were full of surprise.

"Ah! You are Chen..."

"Shh!" With his index finger raised to his lips, Chen Ming stopped the waiter from saying anything else, "Shh, calm down, young man! Don't scare the lady next to you."

Chen Ming smiled, waved his hand, and said to the male waiter: "You can leave now!"

I don't know if it was Chen Ming's words that made the waiter even more worried about his boss's cafe. He looked at Han Zihe, hesitation flashing across his face.

Han Zihe has never been one to force others into trouble, and she doesn't want others to get in trouble. She smiled and waved her hand: "Thank you for your service." That means you can exit now.

Seeing this, the male waiter stopped thinking about it, forced a smile, stepped back a few steps, and left.

"This is really a cafe for the person in charge, isn't it?" Chen Ming chuckled after the door to the single room closed.

This time, he looked directly at Han Zihe.

Since you made a move, Han Zihe looked over openly and carefully observed the person opposite.

This is a young and strong man. Although he looks older, his body frame and texture tell her that the man in front of her is only thirty-five years old, with perfect muscles and explosive power.

From the way he walked upright just now (? Weird wording), Han Zihe was sure that this man was over 1.85 meters tall. Judging from his walking movements, he had received special martial arts training. Well, to a certain extent, he had undergone

He has received specialized individual soldier training, and to a greater extent, the individual soldier training he received was completed abroad.

Just when Chen Ming was pinching the petals, Han Zihe had already spotted the thin calluses on his palms from the corner of his eye. The calluses should have been very thick in the past. Obviously, he had worn them thin, but they were only made thin.

Coupled with various other clues, Han Zihe made a summary and deduced, and it is certain that the person in front of him is very complicated.

Although he has a resolute and handsome face and a hearty and enthusiastic smile, nothing about his appearance can hide the secret glint in his eyes.

His hands were so itchy! Han Zihe suffered from an occupational disease when he saw someone he could call his opponent.

It's a pity that the other party didn't have any ill intentions towards her.

(What a pity for you...beep...ah!)

Probably because he realized that Han Zihe's observations were similar, and maybe Chen Ming himself had observed enough, he finally spoke and asked: "Ms. Han, after you have been observing for a long time, do you have any conclusions?"

Han Zihe picked up the coffee and took a sip. Then he raised his head, met the other person's gaze, raised the corners of his lips, and said softly: "I think Mr. Chen... is not the Editor Chen from Yixuan Magazine...
Chapter completed!