Chapter 021: Is What He Said True or False?

As if it was a conditioned reflex, Jian Nuo immediately grabbed his phone. The mobile phone screen was shining, and I saw the word "seal" in front of me.

She didn't answer, but she was in a bit of an inexplicable daze.

Inexplicably, a sense of shame once again gripped my heart.

Selling her body and succumbing to men is what she hates and shames the most. I just didn't expect that one day, I would also get to such a point.

"I'm sorry, I might ......" She thought for a long time, still planning to find a quiet place to answer the man's call.

"Are you afraid of him?" Song Junyan suddenly asked, but with affirmation in his tone.

She was stunned.

The hand holding the phone deepened its strength again, but immediately, he took the initiative to cut off the phone.

This time, it was her only self-esteem that prevailed.

"Nothing, just an unimportant sales call. She smiled at Song Junyan in front of her, her smile was light and calm, "Let's continue to eat?"

She picked up her coffee and took a sip as if nothing had happened.

It's just that she didn't expect that the moment she raised her head again, she saw Song Junyan looking at herself seriously.

His eyes seemed to see everything, and she was like a clown with poor acting skills.

At this moment, the music just stopped, and the two people facing each other seemed to be able to hear each other's breathing.

"Jian Nuo, leave the Imperial City. He's not a good guy. For a long time, Song Junyan said this sentence in a deep tone.

Jean Nuo wanted to dodge. But at this moment, I didn't know what words to use to hide the panic and uneasiness in my heart.

She didn't speak.

"My sister told me about you being with Feng Yucheng, and I can almost guess that my sister must have looked for you too. Song Junyan was very calm, "I also watched the press conference of Feng Yucheng a few days ago, I think you have no choice but to be with him, right?"

Song Junyan is a smart person in the end, and most of the ins and outs are almost clear.

Jian Nuo smiled helplessly.

"Isn't it shameful that I'm like this?"

She originally thought that she would avoid this question, but when she really said it, she was inexplicably calm in her heart.

In the final analysis, she may only have a one-sided relationship with Song Junyan in front of her, even if this man and Song Weiya are still sisters and brothers, but Jian Nuo can feel this man's full sense of security with her senses.

The stranger's sense of security - since she is Song Weiya's younger brother, in the end, she and Song Junyan are still people from two worlds, and one day they will no longer be related.

So she simply let it go, took a sip of coffee, and she smiled shamefully: "Isn't it shameful to sell your body for profit?"

Song Junyan put down the knife and fork, and then put his hands naturally in front of the table.

His eyes are sharp and gentle, like a calm sea, but they contain everything.

"Jian Nuo, have you ever thought that even if Feng Yucheng really saves the Jane's Group, the Jane's Group is still the original?"

"But at least he can keep the company alive, and that's my dad's work. ”

Song Junyan shook his head, "You're wrong. You underestimate the Imperial City. His acquisition was very cold-blooded, and he once forced the other party to jump off the building in order to quickly acquire an old company! And things like this are not isolated cases at all. ”

Xu was afraid of scaring the woman in front of him, and in the last few words, Song Junyan lowered his tone.

But Jane Nuo still heard it clearly, and she admitted that such words caused a huge wave in her heart.

Her heart trembled, and she grabbed the lemonade on the side in a panic, but "popped", the glass fell and the glass shattered......

Is everything Song Junyan said positive or false?

After that, the two of them talked a lot, but Jian Nuo was completely unfocused.

……

When Jano returned to the apartment, it was already late.

Even if the lights are not on, the apartments in the Imperial City still exude an oppressive atmosphere.