The woman was surprised and hostile. She also understood that the last time Ting Qingyu talked to her husband, it was because her man looked like Ting Qingyu's boyfriend.
"So... I really look like your boyfriend? Haha, miss, it's a pleasure to meet you!" The man extended his hand gracefully, looking happy.
The woman glared at Ting Qingyu fiercely. The last time she was called a shrew, her image had plummeted. Her husband seemed to be tired of her. Indeed, as Ting Qingyu said, he was flirting with women outside.
Ting Qingyu glanced at the man's hand coldly, smiled lightly and said, "Sir, I don't really want to mess with you, otherwise I will be chopped into millions of pieces!"
Ting Qingyu's tone was as if he was joking, but the woman's expression became darker.[
Cheyue looked at the man coldly, and asked in a low voice in confusion, "Who is this person?"
"No...I don't know him. I just met him once before you came here. I thought it was you..."
"Yu'er, your husband looks like a wolf in your heart?" Cheyue looked at her with hurt eyes, but there was a half-smile on her face.
The man did not hear Che Yue's words, but looked at Che Yue with great interest.
"I didn't expect that we are so similar. My name is Tian Song, let's get to know each other!" The man smiled and stretched out his hand, looking at Che Yue's gentle surface, but his eyes had a cold light.
Look, when two people stand side by side and compare them, you can tell the difference.
Cheyue is gentle yet ruthless, with a noble temperament.
And this Tian Song is just an ordinary pervert. That good skin is wasted on his face. His eyes are cold and his smile is superficial, but he doesn't smile. It's really a traitor!
"My name is Che!" Cheyue stretched out her hand politely and shook Tian Song's hand hard. When she squeezed it, she almost crushed his hand to pieces. Tian Song's face changed, but he didn't
She hummed embarrassedly, and finally breathed a sigh of relief when Che Yue let go of her hand.
"I didn't expect that today's women would pounce on men who look like their own men. Tsk, what a social trend!" The woman raised her long eyebrows with disdain in her eyes.
Ting Qingyu's eyes turned cold and he glanced at her coldly, not bothering to start a verbal spat with this woman.
"Che, let's go, we still have something to do." Ting Qingyu pulled Che Yue's hand, not wanting to waste time on these two people.