"Who said I won't eat?" Yan Mubei glared at her fiercely, stretched out his hand, and snatched the biscuits from her hand.
As soon as he stuffed it, he stuffed the whole cookie into his mouth, chewed it, and immediately frowned.
"Isn't it delicious?" Lin Qianqian also frowned, thinking that it shouldn't be possible. The chef's skills can be described as five-star standards.
Yan Mubei turned sideways, hooked his long legs to the trash can, and spat out all the biscuits in his mouth.
After vomiting, he picked up the tea on the table and gargled his mouth: "You actually lied to me with biscuits made by others, Lin Qianqian, you are getting more and more incompetent."
Lin Qianqian blushed when she was told that, she glared at him and said, "Who said this biscuit was made by someone else? What evidence do you have?"
"Do you want me to tell you again what happened three years ago when you burned down my kitchen?"
"...That happened three years ago." A certain woman gritted her teeth, suddenly lost her confidence, and muttered: "Why did you remember it after so long?"
Yan Mubei looked at her and saw that the woman in front of him was so angry that she was glaring. The elegant goddess look she had just now was gone, replaced by a savage and arrogant expression.
He couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, thinking that she was still suitable for being a shrew.
Lady?
Too pretentious.
he does not like.
He put the cigarette in the ashtray, sat casually on the edge of the desk, looked down at her, and said in a teasing tone: "Tell me."
"Say, what did you say?" A certain woman was embarrassed, pretending not to care, and moved her long hair with a proud look on her face.
Yan Mubei frowned, stretched out his hand to clamp her chin, and turned her away face. He lowered his head, faced her face to face, eye to eye, and said word by word, "Tell me you come and ask me to speak."
In an instant, the noble little princess turned pale, stared at him fiercely, and pursed her bright red lips hard.
That's right, she came to beg him.
But, she just couldn't open her mouth.
Every time she saw him being arrogant and giving alms, she felt angry.
Why was he the one who cheated on her, but she came back to him to beg for mercy and show weakness?
But now that everyone is strong and we are weak, the fate of Lin's Thirty-Six Shop is in his hands.
If she made this guy unhappy because of her quarrel with him, and really shelved the New Jersey plan indefinitely, then Lin's game would be over.
Besides, even if the New Jersey project is really shelved, as long as he is willing to help and help the Lin family redeem their shops, he can help them tide over the difficulties.
Yan Mubei is Lin's only reinforcement.
Besides, after this crisis is over, she will not have anything to do with him again.
Resisting the urge to throw away his palm, she raised her head and looked at the man in front of her, holding back: "Okay, I say..., Yan Mubei, please let Lin's life go."
"Ha." Suddenly the man laughed wildly, let go of her, stood up, and crossed his arms: "What you said is really interesting. Please let me go. Hey, when will I drive Mrs. Lin to a dead end?"
"
The man smiled happily and frivolously, with clear and handsome features, as if this was the funniest joke he had ever heard.
Lin Qianqian stood up quickly, came to him nervously, and said: "My dad didn't say it, but I know..., aren't you just angry that I dumped you three years ago, Yan Mubei, if you want to blame, blame me,
If you want to make fun of me, then make fun of me. Don’t make fun of the Lin family’s family business. The New Jersey project and letting my dad become a shareholder are actually all a trap."
She is not stupid, and her return is not short.
It happened sooner or later, but it happened after they had a falling out.