"Miss Jiang, don't get me wrong, that glass of wine quenched your thirst just now, how about this glass, how about respecting our acquaintance?"

Not so good.

Jiang Xin thought, picked up the wine glass, and touched Zhou Zhiyu lightly.

Looking at Jiang Xin, Zhou Zhiyu untied his suit jacket and put it on the empty chair next to him, revealing the white shirt inside, and his handsome face kept smiling shallowly.

"Miss Jiang is still so young, you don't have to put so much pressure on yourself, right?"

Zhou Zhiyu could easily see that she was working too hard to replenish her energy so much. As for the Jiang family not giving food? It's just a joking opening sentence that he uses to pick up a conversation.

"Mr. Zhou laughed, is there any direct relationship between stress and age?" Jiang Xin had almost eaten, replied with a faint expression, and served himself half a bowl of fragrant chicken soup to hang aside.

This little girl really likes to talk about the sky to death. She knew she didn't mean it that way.

Zhou Zhiyu thought about it in his heart, and felt more and more that although this Xiao Jiang had a very special business atmosphere, he didn't look like a businessman everywhere in this conversation.

How can a businessman be so ignorant of accidents, and not give him a little face, a person with great cooperation value, and talk to death every minute.

has been in business for a few years, Zhou Zhiyu has seen too many flattering people, and he doesn't feel offended to get along with Jiang Xin, but feels very comfortable.

And Jiang Xin pinched the spoon with his long fingers, and gently stirred the clear and translucent yellow soup in the porcelain bowl, which was rare to be idle.

The two of them gossiped without a match, chatting about Fancheng and social hot spots, and no one really took the initiative to bring up the topic of work.

It was also the main table, not far away, Ling Cheng looked at the two people who had gone from irrelevant to talking happily, and he didn't know what it was like.

Zhou Zhiyu is a friend of his father, and because the relationship is not ordinary, he can make an exception to sit at the main table.

He knew that the man was a workaholic and didn't like to make friends, especially women.

Zhou Zhiyu's handsome appearance, a cold and ascetic successful man, there are many women who are scrambling to climb into bed.

But now, he actually took the initiative to talk to his sister??? He knew that his sister was fine, but the problem was, his sister, underage, oh my God! There must be a difference of seven or eight years between the two people.

If Ling Cheng looked at Zhou Zhiyu with respect in the past, now such a move that does not follow common sense makes him look at Zhou Zhiyu as if he is looking at a well-dressed beast.

I looked at it for a while with a complicated mood, the table was too big, too far apart, and I couldn't hear the conversation between the two at all, I could only see the two laughing from time to time.

Ling Cheng lit half a candle for Han Shao, who didn't know which city in the world, turned his head and glared at Zhao Xiang, who was robbed of his seat by Zhou Zhiyu.

"Hey, what's the matter with you, borrowed my phone to secretly film someone there??? You're not going to sell my sister's revelations to a newspaper reporter! ”

With Ling Cheng's cover-up, Zhao Xiang took a picture of the nine-square grid and took a few glances at it himself.

In the photo, the man is wearing a white shirt, handsome and extraordinary, and the girl is wearing a blue shirt, cold and noble, which looks unexpectedly eye-catching, and inexplicably makes her feel that she has ...... something!

Exiting the album, Zhao Xiang clicked into WeChat, busy excitedly, she listened to Jiang Xin's words, she didn't deliberately put on heavy makeup, and her clean face was full of naughtiness.

"Hey, don't wronged me, I think there's something wrong with Sister Xin and Xiaobaimian, let's stimulate them!"