Chapter 117 third quarter

The Lingzhi car drove to the top of the mountain at high speed. Liao Wenfeng's driving skills were very good, and he just made a sharp turn and stopped on the side of the road in one step.Liao Wenfeng jumped out of the car, stood in the mountain wind and looked at the city under his feet and the sea in the distance. The lights of Wanjia were like pearls dotted in the city, blinking his eyes in the slight night, as if telling peace and tranquility. "It's so beautiful!" Liao Wenfeng exclaimed. Xiaomin got out of the car and gave him his coat: "Mr. Liao, don't you put on your coat?"

Liao Wenfeng put on his coat and nodded like a gentleman: "Thank you." He turned to the city: "Only here can you feel the vastness of the mainland and the vastness of the motherland!" "Isn't Taiwan beautiful?" Xiaomin asked. "Beautiful." Liao Wenfeng said, "But it's very crowded there. It's impossible for me to see the mainland so far from Taiwan!" "Mr. Liao likes the mainland so much, has he not considered transferring his business to the mainland?" Xiaomin asked. "If the conditions are ripe, I will." Liao Wenfeng said, "Of course, I must first obtain the approval of the board of directors. This is a difficult process. The two sides of the strait have been separated for many years and do not understand each other. But I am very confident!"

"You will definitely succeed!" Xiaomin said. Liao Wenfeng smiled and looked at Xiaomin: "If my business moves to the mainland, I will also make my home there!" "That would be the best!" Xiaomin said. "I will start my life again." Liao Wenfeng looked into Xiaomin's eyes, burning hotly. Xiaomin avoided his eyes, and said in a low voice, "Of course that's good." Liao Wenfeng smiled and opened the car door: "Get in the car! Let's go eat seafood!" Xiaomin hesitated: "I have a limited limit on the reception fee, can I call Manager Lin first?"

"What are you talking about!" Liao Wenfeng said, "I treat you!" "How dare you? You are a guest!" Xiaomin said. "What kind of guest!" Liao Wenfeng said, "I'm not a Taiwanese businessman now, and you're not the secretary of Huaming Group—now I'm Liao Wenfeng, and you're Zhang Xiaomin. I'll treat you to dinner personally!" "No, no!" Xiaomin said. "Then let me put it another way." Liao Wenfeng said, "Xiaomi, would you like to date me?" Xiaomin froze for a moment, looked at him, and blushed.

"I invited you to a dinner party with me, can you honor me?" Liao Wenfeng said. "You, do you often ask girls like this?" Xiaomin asked. "No, after my wife passed away, you were the first girl I asked out." Liao Wenfeng said sincerely. "Why would you date me? I'm an ordinary girl!" "You are beautiful and gentle, kind and virtuous. I hope to have more opportunities to contact you, not just business contacts." Liao Wenfeng said. Xiaomin froze and didn't dare to speak. "Is it because I come from the capitalist world of Taiwan, so you don't trust me?" Liao Wenfeng asked.

"It's not like that, I, I didn't mean that." "Get in the car." Liao Wenfeng smiled, "I invite you to dinner." Xiaomin thought about it and got in the car.