The meal had been cooked and put on the table for half an hour, and Han Jingnian was like a statue, without moving his chopsticks.

The servant standing next to him couldn't stand it anymore, stepped forward, and reminded in a low voice: "Mr. Han, if you don't eat again, the food will be cold." ”

Han Jingnian didn't speak, just glanced at the servant lightly.

His gaze was like mixed with ice, and the corners of his eyes shone with a cold light, which made people shudder.

His momentum was too fierce, and just a look of his eyes made a sense of horror pop up in the tip of the servant's heart.

The maid's legs were weak, and she almost fell to her knees, but she didn't dare to say a word, and left the restaurant as if fleeing for her life.

When the other servants saw this scene, they also tacitly lowered their heads and fled from the restaurant against the wall.

In the originally quiet restaurant, Han Jingnian was left alone after a while.

He sat motionless in his chair, facing a table of dishes, still showing no sign of moving his chopsticks.

Half an hour passed......

An hour passed......

Three hours passed......

The floor clock in the living room struck eleven o'clock, heralding the arrival of eleven o'clock in the evening.

Han Jingnian, who was sitting at the dining table, moved his eyebrows slightly when the bell rang for the last time, and finally reacted.

He turned his head slowly and glanced at the clock on the wall.

It's eleven o'clock...... Han Zhijin hasn't come back yet, that is to say...... She and Han Zhijin have a meal that hasn't ended until now?

Han Jingnian didn't know what was wrong with him, he had always been calm, but he became a little impetuous, "Someone! ”

In the corner room of the living room, the servants who were huddled together were squeezing their eyebrows and communicating, and then after hearing Han Jingnian's voice, they all shuddered, you look at me, I look at you, and they hugged each other for a long time, and no one was willing to go out.

The atmosphere of the whole villa has become even more eerie.

The servants exchanged eyebrows for a while, and then began to guess the boxing, and the loser, as if going to the execution ground, had red eyes, grinding small steps, rubbed to the door of the restaurant, and then did not dare to take a step inside, maintaining a gap of five meters away from Han Jingnian, and opened his mouth weakly and helplessly: "Han, Mr. Han, is there anything wrong?" ”

Han Jingnian's voice was faint, but it hid indescribable killing intent and anger: "Call Han Zhijin and ask him when he will go home." ”

"Yes, yes......" After the maid finished Han Jingnian's words, he rushed to the telephone in the living room like a 100-meter race, and dialed Han Zhijin's phone.

After hanging up, the maid was like a snail, slowly rubbing to the door of the restaurant, "Young Master Zhijin said, it's still early, he just arrived at KTV, and the field is not hot, hot, hot......"

Speaking of which, the maid had clearly felt that the air pressure in the entire restaurant was extremely low, and she didn't even bother to say the rest of the words, and ran away.

The whole villa, as if it had been frozen in ice, was quiet, chilly and murderous.

When the floor clock in the living room rang twelve times, Han Jingnian opened his mouth again: "Call Han Zhijin again!" ”

The maid shook his fingers and dialed Han Zhijin's phone.

After hanging up, just like just now, the maid ran to the door of the restaurant, and replied to Han Jingnian as far as he could: "Young Master Zhijin said that he was singing with his wife, let me not disturb him, and then he didn't wait for me to speak, and hung up the phone directly......"