Wen Lishu turned around when she heard this, and Jiang Dongheng, who was wearing casual clothes, appeared at her table.

He had one hand in his pocket, and a faint smile hung on the corner of his mouth. Without the business style that I saw him during the day, he is now clean and handsome, and a little uninhibited.

Wen Lishu glanced at it and remembered four words very appropriately: "Sven scum." ”

She screamed sad in her heart, and at the same time wondered, why could she meet him everywhere?

If this is also called fate, I hope God will quickly give her a one-size-fits-all cut and cut off the two of them.

Wen Lishu was drunk, and when she looked at him, her eyes were misty.

Jiang Dongheng sat down directly opposite her.

I remember that in the morning, he would pretend to ask her opinion, but now he is not polite at all, he sat directly in the chair, and asked: "I quarreled with your husband, and I want to drink here alone." ”

He spoke in a relaxed tone, like an old friend for many years.

And the cocktail that Wen Lishu drank just now was very strong, her head hesitated, and she refuted after a few seconds: "Who told you that if you eat alone, it is a husband and wife quarreling?"

"It's not as good as your own country abroad, how big is it to let your wife run outside alone?" Jiang Dongheng looked at her with deep eyes, guessing with a big reason, "If it's not a quarrel, then your husband and wife relationship must be bad." ”

Wen Lishu was disgusted by his determined tone, even if Jiang Dongheng guessed it, she was holding on.

"There are no absolutes in everything, and my husband and I are an exception. In order to strengthen her persuasiveness, she also said things against her heart without blushing and heartbeat, "My husband treats me very well, and our relationship is very stable." ”

Jiang Dongheng stared at her hand on the table, "Your fingers are bare, what about the wedding ring?

Wen Lishu smiled coldly and choked back: "At work, wear a ring to show off." ”

Jiang Dongheng smiled suddenly, "Do you know what you look like now?"

He raised an eyebrow at her, motioning for her to guess.

Wen Lishu was not interested, "I don't want to know." ”

Jiang Dongheng wanted to go against her will and say the answer, "You are now very much like those resentful women who are alone in the deep boudoir, looking forward to their husband's return every day, but that person will only give you a lot of money, but he can't give you hope for life." ”

If her marriage relationship with Song Qiancheng is as Jiang Dongheng said, not only will she not be sad, but she will also set off firecrackers to celebrate.

Isn't it good to be a deep resentful woman?

The days are quiet, and there is no need to entertain Song Qiancheng, that is simply the life she dreams of at the moment.

Wen Lishu's thoughts drifted away, and he didn't answer again, but turned his gaze to the cocktail that was a little left.

The blue liquid was very suitable for the city, the sky was very blue, and the water was so blue that she was fascinated by it, and she almost forgot that Jiang Dongheng was still sitting opposite her.

Until he stretched out his palm, shook it in front of her, and wondered: "Are you really drunk?"

She was really out of her mind just now, Wen Lishu retracted her gaze, looked at Jiang Dongheng and said, "I'll leave first, so I won't accompany you." ”

She propped her hands on the table and got up from her chair.

When he wanted to leave, Jiang Dongheng stretched out his arm and stretched out to her, and his big palm held her hand without being biased.

Moreover, he did not grasp the arm, nor the wrist, but the palm position like that of an intimate lover.

Wen Lishu was resistant to him, his body trembled, and he shook off with a big reaction.