Quick Transmigration, My Royal Highness is a Bit Obedient

Yan Sheng took it for granted, and sat down slowly.

Fasten your seat belt fast.

Legs crossed pose.

There was no particular emotion in the amber eyes.

very light.

The air in the car became inexplicably depressing because of the other party's entry.

The bodyguards also got into the car one after another.

"Tissa's Restaurant."

The man opened his thin lips lightly, and slowly spit out a few words.

With a little coolness.

There is no emotion in the nice timbre.

"Okay, sir."

The bodyguard driver in the driving seat replied respectfully.

The car started and drove out of the presidential palace.

Yan Sheng looked down at the watch on his wrist.

Seven fifty.

Ten minutes to go late.

Yan Sheng lowered his wrist nonchalantly.

The other hand rests casually by his side.

It's not the President's style to be late.

but……

This appointment is not important.

Yan Sheng didn't care anymore.

…

Taking time, Feng Qian followed Steward Yi to the meeting place on time.

Tisha restaurant on the top floor.

VIP senior exclusive box.

Arriving at the door of the agreed room, Housekeeper Yi opened the door of the box for the girl.

After pushing away.

Did not see the expected person.

Butler Yi frowned slightly.

be late?

This is not the usual style of Mr. President.

Steward Yi only hesitated for a moment, and then made a "please" gesture towards Fengqian.

Feng Qian raised his foot and stepped into the room.

The resplendent and resplendent boxes reveal extreme luxury everywhere.

A retro vintage wall clock hangs on the wall.

The pointer is exactly at eight o'clock.

Feng Qian was not surprised that Mr. President was late.

In the original owner's memory, the other party never came over.

She was put dove.

It seems that this time will also develop according to the original plot.

Feng Qian was wearing an exquisite little dress, and the hairstyle she just made matched the girl's clothes very well.

Feng Qian pulled away a chair by the table and sat down slowly.

He raised his hand and took off the sunglasses on his face.

Showing a delicate and beautiful face.

Steward Yi stood on one side and comforted him: "Miss, maybe Mr. President is temporarily delayed by something. You can rest here and wait for a while. I will wait at the door first."

Feng Qian nodded.

Butler Yi walked out of the box, took out his phone from his pocket and looked at it.

No news or notifications.

Even if Mr. President has something to do, he will at least notify him.

He looked down and put the phone in his pocket.

It is not easy for him to guess what Mr. President thinks.

He also understands this young Mr. President.

No matter which aspect it is, it is perfect and impeccable.

There's no reason...to be late.

…

Eight fifteen at night.

An unassuming but eye-catching stretched Lincoln pulls into the garage of Teessa's.

Passers-by around Tisha's restaurant were all evacuated.

The security guards lined up in two rows in an orderly manner.

One is to block passers-by, and the other is to welcome this distinguished Mr. President.

The young and handsome Mr. President walked out of the garage in an unhurried pace, with an elegant and distant posture.

Followed by well-trained bodyguards.

Mr. President narrowed his amber eyes, which were cold and indifferent.

The exquisite and beautiful facial features are like heaven and man.

It seems that when you look at it up close, you can feel a sense of suffocation.

There are a lot of people watching.

Yan Sheng took off the sunglasses pinned to his chest slowly and put them on slowly.

He doesn't like crowds.

When you go to a crowded place, you will also wear sunglasses like this.

Passers-by were silent and looked at the Mr. President.

Not only amazed at the other party's appearance, but also shocked by Mr. President's temperament.

Indifferent and alienated, elegant and indifferent.