She and Shen Weixin looked at each other calmly, but she read the longing in Shen Weixin's eyes that seemed to be saying to her, Ke'er, have you forgotten what you promised me?
The hand holding the chopsticks shook slightly, Ke'er smiled calmly and said to the angry Leng Jianan: "I'm sorry, can my boyfriend and I have a good meal?"
Boy friend!
Like five thunders striking the head, Leng Jianan's expression became strange. He looked at Ke'er with a look that could kill her. A strand of hair hung uneasily in front of Leng Jianan's eyes, making him look a little violent.
"Jianan, let's go back to the private room," Shen Weixin said softly and stretched out her hand to pull him.
Unexpectedly, Leng Jianan lifted her away with a wave of his arm, quickly took Ke'er's hand, and pulled her away. Ke'er's wrist was held tightly by him, causing severe pain.
Xu Yaxuan hurriedly chased after him. Leng Jianan pointed at the two waiters and said: "Stop him and tip 10,000 each."
As soon as he finished speaking, the two waiters suddenly turned into bodyguards and clamped down on Xu Yaxuan. Xu Yaxuan took a deep breath, his eyes were burning with anger, but he was helpless.
Leng Jianan ignored Ke'er's constant screams of pain and still dragged her down the stairs to the parking garage without any effort, almost staggering all the way down.
Fortunately, Ke'er is wearing flat shoes today. If it were high heels, her feet would have sprained a long time ago.
He threw Ke'er straight into the car. Ke'er was dragged all the way and was dizzy. Before she could recover, Leng Jianan stepped on the accelerator and rushed out of the parking garage.
On the wrist, there were red bruises. Ke'er was gently squeezing Leng Jianan with his hands. He saw it from the corner of his eye and tightened his jaw slightly. His eyes flashed with a hint of distress and soon turned cold.
On the rarely visited boulevard, Leng Jianan suddenly braked hard and almost hit the front of the car.
Leng Jianan didn't say a word, opened the car door and got out of the car. Ke'er had no choice but to get out of the car. She was not familiar with the quiet place at all. It was said to be a tree-lined avenue. The leaves had withered in the depth of winter, and the cold wind blew slowly from all directions.
Ke'er tightened her scarf and Leng Jianan took off her coat and put it on her body. Ke'er pushed her away, and Leng Jianan tightly hugged her domineeringly, blowing her hot breath into her ears: "We Stop making trouble, okay?"
Ke'er really hoped that she would die at this moment. At least, her tear glands were so excited in his arms that they wanted to overflow. Ke'er desperately took a deep breath to prevent a drop of tears from falling.