My Revenge Life, Fatty to Sexy novel Chapter 39

He frowned slightly and slowly took out his phone, and the moment he saw the contents of WeChat, his knitted eyebrows slowly stretched.

In full view of everyone, he directly replied with the word "Okay" on WeChat.

Everyone looked at each other with disbelief.

After Noah came to the company, he had made a rule for everyone in the company that the use of mobile phones was strictly forbidden during meetings, and he himself was the same.

Even if his mobile phone rang sometimes, he hung up or ignored it.

What was wrong with him today?

Jocelyn's heart instantly fluttered with joy upon receiving his reply, and she directly sent a voice, "Then I'll see you at 7pm at Lijing Western Restaurant?"

Her voice, as always, was soft and melodious.

He silently put the phone to his ear and listened carefully.

Then he typed the word "Okay" again.

There Jocelyn sent a voice again, "Then I'll send you a WeChat when the private room is booked."

"Okay ..." he responded again, and then put the phone into his inside pocket as if nothing had happened, and looked coldly at the dumbfounded crowd, "Continue."

Only then did the crowd quickly come back to their senses.

The meeting continued.

But everyone could not help but secretly wonder in their hearts who sent him the message.

How could he make such an exception?

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At 7pm, Jocelyn walked into the VIP room of the Lijing Western Restaurant on time.

She had put on light make-up, and her hair naturally spread out and hung on both sides of her shoulders, setting off her extra small face.

The white turtleneck jumper and the long white sarong made her look even more gentle and noble, like a snow-white peony flower born on a high place.

She was beautiful, but not easy to touch.

The private room was lit with essential oil candles and the faint smell of roses was soothing.

She took a deep breath of the scented air before moving to the end of the long table covered with a red velvet tasseled tablecloth and sitting down.

The snow-white roses, blooming quietly on the table, put her in a particularly good mood.

Not long after she sat down, he pushed open the door and came in.

His black shirt, long black vintage trench coat, black trousers and black Martin boots set off his temperament in an extraordinarily cold and noble manner, and also set off his figure in a more delightfully long and straight manner.

Every time she looked at him, Jocelyn always had the illusion that he was the long-lost prince of some king.

"Sorry, there was a traffic jam." Noah said coldly, and then sat down opposite her.

"It's okay, you're only five minutes late." Jocelyn smiled gently, more attracting than the roses on the table.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Let's order food first." Jocelyn smiled decently and beautifully and beckoned towards the waiter.

The waiter instantly handed over the menu.

After the two people had ordered, the waiter poured them each a glass of water.

After the waiter left, Jocelyn looked at him cautiously, "Actually, I want to ask you to do me a favour, although it is a bit abrupt, but at the moment only you can help me."

"What?" He looked at her faintly, his face as cold as ever.

"I want to ask you to play the role of my husband."

"What?" Noah raised his eyebrows, confused.