When Ye Chen and Lin Xinting entered Boss Zhu’s high-end restaurant for dinner, at the Chinese medicine factory in Songjiang District, when Ling Die was just about to eat in the dining hall of the Chinese medicine factory, Wang Jie came to pick her up again.

Wang Jie has been back to Shanghai for a while. Although he studied in China during his four-year undergraduate studies, he felt that everything is good in the United States, whether he eats or drinks or communicates with others. I think the United States is better.

Therefore, after returning to Shanghai, he felt very uncomfortable. He felt that his breathing was not smooth. When communicating with people, he felt that the people in the country were very realistic and hypocritical. When communicating with officials, he felt that they all looked at him with a downward eye.

Wang Jie wanted to return to the United States as soon as possible. He felt that he could not stay in Shanghai any longer.

Therefore, when Ling Die was invited to dinner tonight, he wanted to test Ling Die further.

"Wang Jie, are you here again? Are you busy?" Ling Die asked.

She already knew Wang Jie's purpose for approaching her. On the one hand, she liked her a little bit, but Ling Die knew that Wang Jie was more because of the secret recipe of the Chinese medicine factory.

However, Ling Die still pretended not to know.

"It's not very busy, but in order to see you, I have to come over even if I'm busy," Wang Jie said.

After inserting a bunch of roses in his hand into the vase, he looked at Ling Die and said, "Xiaodie, how about going to have a French meal tonight?"

"French food? It's expensive, let's not go." Ling Die said.

She knows that eating a French meal can cost a few thousand, but expensive tens of thousands are possible.

Although Lingdie now has a lot of income and dividends, she never thought that she would be so extravagant. In addition, after she knew Wang Jie's purpose, she didn't want to spend Wang Jie's money like that.

"It doesn't matter, now my income is very high." Wang Jie said.

When he was about to take Ling Die's hand to go outside, Ling Die could only struggle away from Wang Jie's hand and walked in front by herself.

The two went downstairs, Ling Die got into Wang Jie's car, and Wang Jie drove towards Pudong city.

There are French restaurants in Songjiang District, but they are not as authentic as those in downtown Pudong.

Wang Jie is going to take Ling Die to a French meal and take the opportunity to prepare a confession. If he is unsuccessful, he will think of other ways. Of course, his main purpose is to get the secret recipe of the Chinese medicine factory. If he gets the secret recipe of the Chinese medicine factory, what kind of beauty is there in the United States.

When they arrived at the French restaurant, it was already past 8 o'clock in the evening. The two of them went inside, and immediately a French-speaking French student came over to greet Wang Jie and Ling Die to enter.

Wang Jie can speak a few French and can communicate with the waitress. The other party was very surprised.

When Wang Jie and Ling Die sat down, Wang Jie picked up the recipe, directly ordered the food, and then asked for a bottle of five thousand and six yuan of imported wine.

After the waitress left, Ling Die said: "Unexpectedly, you still speak French?"

"A little bit." Wang Jie said modestly.

When the two were chatting there, Ling Die seemed absent-minded, because she always felt that something might happen tonight.

The waitress here brought the dishes that Wang Jie had just ordered. They were all famous French dishes, such as fried foie gras, baked snails and so on.

However, now Ling Die found that she still likes domestic dishes that are not very expensive or cheap.

On the contrary, the dishes in front of me looked very expensive and luxurious, but she didn't like to eat them.

"Xiaodie, the French food here is very authentic, eat more." Wang Jie said.

Ling Die took a few bites, but she couldn't eat it anymore.

Because she feels that Wang Jie has been acting with her all the time, and after knowing the other's purpose, she is also acting with Wang Jie.

Neither of them are actors, and if they act for a long time, they will definitely get tired.

Ling Die is the same now, she feels very tired from acting.

When Ling Die suddenly stopped eating, Wang Jie asked, "Why doesn't it suit your appetite?"

"I have a good appetite, but I have something to ask you." Ling Die said.

"What's the matter?" Wang Jie asked.

"When you finish eating, let's talk about it. I'm afraid to ask, you can't eat it then."

In that case, Wang Jie also eats first. Of course, he also felt that Ling Die tonight was a little different from the past.

After Wang Jie was full, he saw Ling Die but didn't even finish half a glass of red wine.

Wang Jie called the waiter to pay the bill. Ling Die did not tell Wang Jie here. When he went outside and got into the car, Ling Die asked, "Wang Jie, what is your purpose of approaching me?"

"Xiaodie, what is close to your purpose? You know that I like you and love you. Since we met at Columbia, I have liked you very much. However, after you returned to China, I rarely saw you."

"Is that all? We are all people with high IQ, you don't have to lie to me." Ling Die said.

Wang Jie didn’t expect Ling Die to say that, so he said: “Ling Die, come back to the United States with me. Nothing is good here, not eating well, sleeping well, and the ambient air here is too bad. Interpersonal relationships are very complicated. The most important thing is that nothing is free here."

Ling Die did not speak.

Perhaps some of what Wang Jie said is right. However, she didn't feel anything wrong. However, when Wang Jie arrived in the United States and was completely Westernized, he naturally felt that everything in the country was not good.

When Ling Die was still silent, Wang Jie continued: "I love you very much, and I want you to come back to America with me."

"I'm fine in Shanghai," Ling Die said.

"I know, but it's not really good, do you know? Here, no matter how developed it is, it's always just a middle class at the mercy of others. What's so good about it, but returning to the United States is different. Our offspring will have Opportunity to become the upper class of American society. In China, our identity is destined to be unchangeable at birth."

"Wang Jie, maybe you are right. But, I am doing well now, and maybe the United States is also very good, but I don't have the idea of ​​returning to the United States now."

When Ling Die said that, she had always wanted to talk about other Wang Jie, but suddenly she didn't know what to say.

"Are you really unwilling to go back to America with me?" Wang Jie asked.

"Not willing," Ling Die said.

"Then, can you help me?" Wang Jie asked.

"How can I help you?" Ling Die asked strangely.

"You know, I am now the president of Atlantic Pharmaceuticals China, but the purpose of coming back to Shanghai this time is to get the secret recipe of your Chinese medicine factory. So, I hope you can copy a secret recipe to me."

Wang Jie said directly.

Ling Die didn't expect Wang Jie to be so bold. The other party was a high-achieving student who had studied law. He knew that doing so was illegal.

However, Wang Jie dared to tell her that.

"Wang Jie, do you know? Everything you said just now is illegal! Do you want me to follow you to break the law?"