Chapter 636 I Just Like the two-flavor Hot Pot

"There must be no problem with the report. We have to trust Doctor Kevin, the doctor from Mongolia." It was rare for Cassandra to be serious. She didn't show any emotion in her heart, and even wanted to send a brocade flag to Kevin.

Martin rubbed his temples wearily, "Don't be naughty. Are you tired?"

Cassandra wanted to pretend to be a strong woman and say that she was not tired, but when she was about to say something, she felt that Martin still liked the weak and soft woman. She immediately looked up at Martin aggrievedly and said, "Yes, you don't know, I got up early in the morning to send someone to the airport, and then go to see the doctor. I feel that I am almost disabled now."

Martin squinted his eyes and suddenly forgot the afternoon meeting and the dinner party. "I'll drive you back."

Cassandra just wanted to pretend to be pitiful and practice her acting skills, but she didn't expect that Martin would take it seriously and order her to leave with a cold and domineering look on his face.

Cassandra wished she could slap herself two times on the spot.

Cassandra cleared her throat, "No, no, no. I just want to have a rest here and have some food. I have to go to the film and television city later. Director Johnny's new movie is on, isn't it? Although I've changed my schedule a little, as his top boss, it's necessary to comfort the subordinates and give them warmth."

Her words were so sincere that no one could refute her.

Worried about her waist injury, Martin swallowed back the words on the tip of his tongue. He lowered his eyes and asked calmly, "What do you want to eat for lunch?"

Cassandra smacked her lips, thinking that she had been eating light recently, and wanted to see the embarrassed look of Martin. She moved her mouth and said, "Hot pot!"

Hearing this, Martin's thin lips tightened into a straight line. He had been raised in a noble family since he was a child and could walk. He had been taught strictly the table manners since he was a child. Even if they were really playboys from an early age

silently pushed it to Cassandra. As the CEO of the Lu Group, he didn't know how to order. Normally, these trifles were arranged by Carlos, and occasionally when he was with Cassandra, Cassandra would be his butler. Her service was considerate, so he didn't worry at all.

Cassandra took the menu, picked up a lot of dishes, and handed it to the man in white shirt.

"Do you want the two-flavor hot pot or spicy pot?" The man in white shirt still had a bright smile on his face, and the wrinkles at the corners of his eyes could probably kill a fly.

Cassandra pouted, "The two-flavor hot pot."

The man in white shirt immediately said, "Excuse me... Who of you doesn't eat spicy food? I'll ask my men to pay attention to it. Don't make a mistake. "

Cassandra rested her chin on one hand and said lazily, "I just like the two-flavor hot pot."

The man in white shirt seemed to have finally figured out something. He quickly flattered her and left the room with the menu in his hand.

On the other side, Martin felt a little headache and looked at Cassandra, wondering why she was so happy?

A few minutes later.

Cassandra and Martin didn't see the two-flavor pot, but a playboy of the standard rich second generation with colorful hair.

"Martin? It's really you? They told me that they met you here. I didn't believe it... Aren't you allergic to peppers? "