My Billionaire Husband Claimed Me His Precious

Chapter 1002 - 911: Best Friends



Chapter 1002 - 911: Best Friends

At this moment, Meng Yan was engaged in a video conference. He had filmed that the manager in West Asia was facing many problems with the acquisition case, initially due to language barriers and cultural differences leading to misunderstandings, followed by issues in the import-export process...Meng Yan rested his chin in his hand, listening to the company’s legal team and the expatriate manager discuss how to resolve these issues, while calculating how to maximize profits in his mind.

A phone call interrupted his thoughts.

In the video conference, the expatriate manager and the legal team stopped simultaneously. In their impression, the president was a person who never smiled, serious and earnest in his work. If someone’s phone rang during a meeting, that person would be packing up to leave the company by the afternoon.

So, meetings and phone ringtones were completely incompatible. They witnessed a miracle today.

Meng Yan was annoyed that he hadn’t turned off his phone, but seeing Hua Tiantian’s caller ID, his annoyance turned to surprise. What did this girl want?

He made a pause gesture to the video, stood up from his desk, walked to the window, and asked softly and patiently, "Tian Tian?"

Hua Tiantian giggled and asked, "Yes, it’s me. Are you busy?"

Meng Yan glanced at the paused video, "I’m not busy. What about you?"

Hua Tiantian, hearing he wasn’t busy, immediately started chatting away, "I’m having dinner with Miao Miao, Jiaojiao, and Su Lan. Miao Miao’s Mr. Lu is here. My Mr. Meng will definitely come, right? Right? Right?" Hua Tiantian worried he might refuse, dragged out her tone, "Come on, come on, I really miss you."

A subtle smile flashed in Meng Yan’s eyes, "Okay."

After hanging up, Meng Yan closed his eyes and calmed down for a moment. He never considered himself a love-struck fool who loves beauty over ambition, but unexpectedly found himself making an irrational decision one day. Whether wise or irrational, his heart felt as if spring had returned, the ice and snow melting away.

With a joyful mood, Meng Yan could not maintain his icy demeanor, "You all discuss and come up with a result, then send it to me afterward."

Meng Yan left, and the expatriate manager and the legal team in the video were in an uproar.

"Tsunami on the Pacific coast?"

"Volcano eruption?"

"Meteor crashing into Earth?"

Then they all said, "Has the president been possessed by a ghost?"

How else to explain his strange behavior today!

In the private dining room, Hua Tiantian put away her phone, examining the surrounding decor, constantly remarking to Xu Jiaojiao, "The decor here is really thoughtful. I used that prop when filming a period drama last time."

Xu Jiaojiao looked in the direction Hua Tiantian pointed, seeing a two-meter-long golden rod on the wall, with a handle on one end and a long hook on the other.

Qin Miaomiao asked, "What is this?"

Hua Tiantian said, "This is the pole scale used by palace maids to hang lanterns." Pausing, she added, "I’ve also used that prop, it’s made of enameled plates. This one is as realistic as the props."

Props used in the filming were modeled after museum replicas, requiring them to be realistic.

Xu Jiaojiao nodded in approval, "The decor here is meticulously chosen."

Qin Miaomiao asked Lu Qing, "How did you find out about this place?"

Lu Qing laughed, "The venture capital department handed in a report: someone wants to open a vintage-themed restaurant, I figured since I’m going to invest anyway, I might as well. For the dream."

Qin Miaomiao smiled.

Lu Qing’s action was reminiscent of how she previously supported small directors.


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