Bai Ling said she was looking for someone and reported the seat reserved by the man. The waiter took her there with great enthusiasm.

Seeing the man sitting opposite Bai Ling regretting it. She regretted not listening to Alan's words and not dressing up better. She just washed her face and put some moisturizer on it and ran out without even putting on foundation.

Her face was dull, her hair hadn't been washed for two days, her clothes were tacky and ugly, and the most important thing was that she looked very fat. Bai Ling really wanted to find a way to slip in, so as not to be embarrassed here.

When the other party saw Bai Ling, he was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Hello, I am Zhao Mingyuan."

Bai Ling said: "Hello, I am Bai Ling."[

Bai Ling was crying in her heart: Wow, how embarrassing, this Zhao Mingyuan must have a very bad first impression of her!

There is no drama between the two of them. They finally met such a top-quality man. Although he was not the best, he was one of the best. It was a pity that he was wasted by her.

Bai Ling silently read the profile of Zhao Mingyuan given by Alan.

Zhao Mingyuan, male, 35 years old, chief physician of cardiac surgery, holds a master's degree in medicine, is personable, has a successful career, has a good temper, and is patient...

Bai Ling raised her head and took a peek at Zhao Mingyuan. Although he was not as good-looking as Qin Yu, he looked more human than Qin Yu. No, I should say he looked like an ordinary person.

Although Qin Yu is also more approachable, depending on his identity, it is inevitable that there will be a big gap.

Bai Ling frowned, alas, why is she thinking about Qin Yu at this time? What does this have to do with him.

Zhao Mingyuan was a man with a very gentle temper. He very gentlemanly helped Bai Ling order a glass of lemonade and asked Winter to pass the menu to Bai Ling.

"The steak here is very good, Miss Bai can try it!"

"Haha, okay!" Bai Ling nodded, took the menu, and ordered a medium-rare black pepper steak without looking at it.

Bai Ling had lived in the United States for a long time, and she really had no feelings for Western food. If she had to choose, she would rather eat at a street stall than eat half-cooked steak in such a costly Western restaurant.

After ordering the food, the two started chatting without saying a word...

In fact, it was mostly Zhao Mingyuan who asked and Bai Ling answered. She had not yet recovered from her loss. The smile on her face was a bit forced and she did not dare to look at Zhao Mingyuan's face.
Chapter completed!