He tilted his body slightly and tapped the table with his long and clean fingers. Ling Yansen suddenly became interested and smiled half-heartedly. His eyes reflected the excessively white light in the room, and he looked cold and sad.
His tone was extremely lazy, making people unprepared, "Oh? So, Mr. Chang is very grand?"
Chang Lixin was stunned, and it took him a while to realize that he was sarcastic about himself. He dared not speak out in anger. Ling Yansen was the god of the entire Luan City. How much effort did he put in to win his favor for the new energy development project?
"Haha," he agreed with a sarcastic smile, "Mr. Ling, I made a slip of the tongue and started talking nonsense after drinking some wine."
Ling Yansen narrowed his eyes, and his smooth outline became cold. He played with the rim of the goblet wantonly, as gracefully as if he were playing the piano, but with an arrogant and unruly expression, "Wine can make you happy, but it can also make you happy, Mr. Chang
,dont you agree?"
Chang Lixin froze, and the smile on his rough face suddenly collapsed, "Mr. Ling is right, he is right."
Everyone stared at him, knowing it well, and the atmosphere at the table suddenly became more harmonious.
Qing Wu sat aside and chatted word by word with Xiao Wu, but from the corner of her eye she glanced at the host and guest seats from time to time. Although she complained, she had to admire Ling Yansen's methods. He was able to suppress the crowd as soon as he appeared on the stage. He was a contemptuous person.
The sarcasm successfully blocked Chang Lixin's disgusting mouth, so that he would not dare to be arrogant again. As soon as Chang Lixin restrained herself, she was no longer in danger of being teased and taken advantage of, and she immediately felt much more relaxed.
Thinking of this, my heart couldn't help but stagnate. Could it be that he was helping her out?
Looking over secretly, he was lazily leaning on the back of the chair, with two buttons of his shirt unbuttoned on his chest. The slender jade hand on his strong chest was full of bewitching pink. He tilted his head and smiled.
Her thin lips lingered on Sun Tongtong's neck, causing the beauty to moan coquettishly.
Qingwu's face turned cold, she suddenly opened her eyes, picked up the wine glass and drank it down. As soon as she rinsed the cold liquid, the depression in her chest immediately dissipated a lot.
It's a shame that she can be sentimental! Help her out? Then what does he mean by deliberately teasing her and letting her accompany him for drinks? It must be alcohol that makes her almost think of a bad bastard as a good person.
Ling Yansen was turned off by the gaudy perfume smell on Sun Tongtong. He pushed her away impatiently and glanced in a certain direction of the dining table. His handsome face sank slightly. He pressed the button on the side of the table and a waiter came in shortly.
Follow the instructions.
Her head was a little dizzy, and the wound on her arm was painful and hot. Qingwu leaned on her head and looked at the four goblets in front of her in silence. Suddenly she remembered that from the morning after she was injured by him in the hospital to now, her stomach was empty, only
Four large glasses of white wine, terrible, my stomach will suffer again.
Just as he was distressed, a row of waiters filed in, all holding trays in their hands. The leader introduced, "This is the treasure of Monet's shop, curry meatball soup, which is famous for strengthening the spleen and warming the stomach."
The aroma was fragrant. Qingwu took a deep breath, as if the cramps in her stomach were gone. She was in a good mood. She picked up the spoon and started drinking. While drinking, she felt puzzled. She had never been to this Monet before.
Once upon a time, most of the dishes here were based on traditional Chinese cooking methods, and all eight major cuisines were available, but she had never seen curry before.
Sun Tongtong tasted it and frowned, "Hey! President, what kind of soup is this? It tastes terrible..."
After seeing no movement for a long time, she raised her eyes and looked over, only to see him staring down at the small earthen pot with the lid uncovered. The light and shadow disappeared, and his long eyelashes covered those mysterious eyes. She didn't know what he was thinking. Jun Ting from the side
, the bridge of his nose was straight, and the smile at the corner of his lips that had not had time to dissipate shocked Sun Tongtong.
How could such a real smile appear on the face of a person like Ling Yansen? Let alone Sun Tongtong, I'm afraid even he himself wouldn't believe it.