It's 12 a.m.

It should be the time to have midnight snacks.

At this time, the Magic City Reunion should have closed long ago, but when Ye Hao came, he found that the place was brightly lit and was booked by Wang Huaqing again.

This time, Wang Huaqing sat in the middle of the hall and was carefully cutting the bloody steak in front of him.

He ate very carefully and slowly, as if he was tasting the bloody smell in his mouth.

In addition, there was an old man in green who looked like a fairy-like figure beside him. The old man was holding a whisk in his hand and reading a book of the "Tao Te Ching" on his own.

If the screen of the mobile phone in front of him hadn't been on occasionally, it would have made people think that he was a god who was not as good as the world.

Ye Hao casually pulled open the chair opposite Wang Huaqing, sat down on his own, and ordered a bowl of knife-cut noodles.

After the waiter brought the noodles, Ye Hao picked up the chopsticks and ate while saying, "Mr. Wang, I wonder what else can I teach you in the middle of the night?"

Compared to the arrogant moment he met last time, Wang Huaqing seemed much more enthusiastic at this moment.

Seeing that Ye Hao had only ordered a bowl of noodles, he waved his hand and immediately saw a waiter delivering delicious dishes that had been prepared long ago.

After the things were ready, Wang Huaqing smiled and said, "Since Mr. Ye hasn't eaten yet, you can try to see if these things are in line with your appetite."

"If you don't like it, just open your mouth, as long as you can think of it, I believe the chef can do it."

However, although he was extremely enthusiastic, he did not introduce the identity of the Taoist in Qingyi.

Ye Hao held the chopsticks and said to himself: "I'm not interested in the others, just a bowl of noodles."

"After all, I have short hands and soft mouths. What I fear most is that I owe such favors!"

While speaking, Ye Hao took out a hundred-dollar bill and threw it on the table, indicating that he had to pay for it himself this time.

This scene made Wang Huaqing's pupils shrink slightly.

The Taoist Qingyi who was reading the "Tao Te Ching" next to him also looked up at Ye Hao, with a hint of disgust on his face.

Obviously, he didn't like Ye Hao, a young man who was rude.

After Wang Huaqing stared at Ye Hao for a moment, he felt a little irritated.

He has seen all the sixth son of the Demon City.

Xie Shaocheng is stubborn, Shen Yu is gentle and elegant, Zhen Long is very ambitious...

Any prince and young master has his own personality.

But none of them have the same personality as Ye Hao, giving people the feeling that a dog bites a turtle and has no idea how to start.

If it weren't for no way, Wang Huaqing wouldn't be interested in Ye Hao at all.

After all, the last time the branch president token incident had already caused him a big loss.

So now when Wang Huaqing faces Ye Hao, he is extremely afraid.

But remembering that today he had something to ask for, Wang Huaqing had to smile and said, "Ye Hao, you do things so simply and directly and act so casually, which shows that you are transparent and direct, and this personality is what I admire the most."

"Because this kind of young man is more pleasant to get along with than self-righteous and scheming."

"I can only say that the Yangtze River is pushing the previous waves!"

Speaking of this, Wang Huaqing looked filled with emotion.

"To be honest, I can understand a little bit now why my daughter is so optimistic about you."

Upon hearing this, Ye Hao paused the chopsticks in his hand and said, "Then I have to thank Vice President Wang for your praise."

"I wonder if the last branch president token was easy to use?"

"Hold it, have you ever been the branch president successfully?"


Chapter completed!