His aura was even a bit higher than his. Zhao Tingxing, who was one step behind her, looked like her bodyguard.
When they arrived at the table they had reserved, the waiter was about to pull out the dining chair for her, but was stopped by her eyes, and then looked at Zhao Tingxing with a raised eyebrow.
The waiter was very understanding and quickly stepped aside.
But Zhao Tingxing stood still and wanted him to help pull out the chair? It was not necessary, and she was not used to this problem.
Who among them doesn't know who? Don't pretend to be elegant.
But Han Li didn't move at all. She didn't need any clothes. She looked elegant when she stood. She was dressed in a dark green silk suspender skirt. The shoulder straps were in a halter style, wrapped around the back of her neck, tied with a bow, and fell on her smooth lips.
The back is lifelike.
She stood there and looked at Zhao Tingxing. The weather in early summer, whether it was hot or not, could not be ignored.
But Zhao Tingxing doesn't like her. The two of them just grew up wearing crotchless pants. What's there to show off?
So Zigu kicked the chair next to him with his feet, sat down on his own, and looked at Han Li, do you want to sit down or not?
Han Li didn't even blink and asked the waiter next to him: "Is this table 3 in Area A correct?"
The waiter didn't know why, but replied firmly: "Yes."
She simply said: "I'm Han Li. This is the table I reserved for the afternoon. I came alone."
She never glanced at Zhao Tingxing, but her intention was clear: he had taken her place.
The waiter hurriedly checked the name of the reservation person, Ms. Han Li.
So I mustered up the courage to say to Zhao Tingxing: "Sir, let me help you find another table."
Zhao Tingxing looked very scary, and the waiter sounded like a mosquito, but the lady in front of him didn't look easy to mess with, so he could only act according to the rules.
After Han Li finished speaking, he pulled up his chair and sat down, with his back straight, slowly and elegantly laid out the paper towels, set the tableware, and started reading the menu, keeping Zhao Ting opposite him completely transparent the whole time.
Zhao Tingxing was also angry: "Han Li, are you fucking interesting?"
Han Li raised his head slightly and said to the waiter: "I'm having a meal and I don't want anyone to disturb me."
The waiter looked embarrassed because the man opposite him looked really scary when he was angry, as if he could strangle people to death with one hand.
He felt that it was more important to save his life. Although the woman looked scary, at least she would not be violent, so he pretended to say: "I'll go see if there is any room left."
After saying that, he walked away in a hurry.
Zhao Tingxing suddenly stood up and said angrily: "Women are trouble."
He didn't have the habit of being spoiled by women. After standing up, he turned around and left. He thought that Miss Lu was still as cute as a coquettish girl and wanted him to pull the seat. If she asked him to do it, he couldn't pull it for her.
When he left, Han Li didn't stay, and he didn't even look at him from beginning to end.
But after taking two steps, he suddenly turned back and stood next to her. When she didn't react, he held her arms with both hands and lifted her up.
"What are you doing?" Han Li asked angrily, suppressing his voice.
After she stood firm, she saw Zhao Tingxing pushing the chair she had been sitting on back to its original position, "Why don't you just pull up a chair? What about?"
As he said that, he pulled out the chair he had just pushed back and said reluctantly: "Sit."
Han Li finally looked at him, sat on him openly, and said calmly, "Thank you." It was as if nothing happened just now.
Seeing that the two finally reconciled, the waiter hurriedly came over to order.