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Chapter 828

He realized what was going on, his eyes were a little deeper: "What did he say to you?"

"No, they are all people I know and want to get a table." Xia Wanxin said casually, and after saying that, "I won't mention him anymore. I've refused. Can I find a new seat to have a meal?"

"sure."

Walker signaled her to walk towards a seat, and he followed behind and looked at Bo Qingjun as he turned around.

Bo Qingyun also looked over at this time, and the eyes of the two hatchbacks met, and invisible sparks collide in the air.

No one moved away until Walker sat down and calmly withdrew his gaze.

Bo Qingyun's eyes were cold and moved from his back to Xia Wanxin's face.

She had already started dining, with other men.

If it weren't for the deep memory of last night and that it would have come to mind at any time, he might have thought that it was a good dream.

However, there is still a gap between dreams and reality.

The taste of reality makes people unable to stop.

"Master, Master Bo." Xu Chuan touched him carefully, his voice hesitant.

He had no choice. Seeing his boss like this, he stared at him, as if he was about to swallow him.

This is not the same as the slight Qingyun who was not visible before.

He had already taken the initiative once, and the ending was that President Xiao Xia left and changed his seat.

He really doesn't know what he will experience again if he wants to take the initiative.

I am afraid that the boss will make some great achievements with an impulse, so I will become famous in Myanmar at that time.

Don't, he still wants shame.

Xu Chuan hesitated whether to bite the bullet and say something.

Suddenly, Bo Qingyun stood up by herself.

Without looking at him, he walked straight to the exit and said lightly: "Let's go."

Now let's go?

Xu Chuan blinked in a daze, and when he realized his reaction, he breathed a sigh of relief and hurriedly followed.

When they left, Xia Wanxin naturally knew it immediately.

A bowl of pasta that I had a relaxing meal suddenly lost my appetite.

The fork in her hand rolled up the surface, and after moving it twice, she let go of her hand.

Walker saw it and whispered, "What's wrong? Isn't it about your appetite?"

"No." Xia Wanxin's lips were gently pulled: "I just can't eat it anymore."

Walker glanced at the plate in front of her, and a shallow line frowned: "But you didn't eat much."

"Maybe it was allergic, and I didn't have much appetite. I really felt full."

Walker observed it and found that her face was still a little pale, she was already very white, and now she was like a piece of paper.

He paused and said slowly: "Send you back to your room to rest immediately. As for Mr. S, I will refuse you first, and then two days later."

When Xia Wanxin heard this, she raised her eyebrows slightly: "No, let's talk about it in the afternoon. I took the medicine and it might be fine in the afternoon."

"Okay." Walker did not refuse.

After finishing breakfast, the two of them went upstairs together.

On the elevator, Xia Wanxin stood in front, and Walker was at her later position.

From his footsteps, you can clearly see that she had a strand of hair pinned to her clothes.

He raised his fingers lightly, trying to help her pull them out.

But her eyes fell behind her ears, on a red spot the size of a fingernail.

"Why are you here-" he said halfway through, as if he had thought of something, his face suddenly sinks.

"What?" Xia Wanxin touched the place where his fingers touched, and subconsciously looked at him.

She suddenly understood what he might have seen, that position was behind her ear, and she might not have noticed it in the morning.

There was a buzzing sound in my head, and fortunately the elevator jingled and showed it to the floor.
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