However, at nine o'clock, Ji Yanli politely left the table.

In less than a moment, everyone left one after another.

The "Spring Banquet" is private, and there is no need to be afraid of meeting the media or fans, Shang Zhi sent Xiao Liu to the door.

"Thank you Mr. Liu this time, when it is successfully released, I will definitely ask my father to invite you to drink." Shang Zhi raised his eyebrows and took out a beautifully decorated box from his handbag.

Dark blue velvet is covered, with only a small gilded logo in the middle.

The box is small, and the cufflinks lying inside are worth a lot of money.

Shang Zhi handed it to him, and his tone was coquettish: "I personally picked it out, a birthday gift for you." ”

Mr. Xiao Liu's narrow businessman eyes narrowed slightly, and he pointed at her with a smile: "You, you, it's a pity not to do business, Renmei will still come to things." ”

As he spoke, he held it in his hand, and seemed to catch the box, but in fact, he carefully touched her ten fingers of flowing jade.

Shang Zhi was not annoyed, and said goodbye to him in a good-natured manner.

As soon as the face with the knife hidden in the smile disappeared, Shang Zhi's smile that had been maintained all night instantly froze, replaced by a look of disgust, she vomited panicked, and her frowning eyebrows made her face lively, more like a little girl.

Angrily, he took a wet tissue from his handbag and carefully wiped his hands, the force was too great, and his fair skin was red and swollen.

I was too reverent to notice that under the dark blue sky, a pure black Gust drove out of the parking lot and was about to slide through this cramped alley.

Today, the snow is heavy, and it stays in the open-air parking lot for too long, and it has accumulated a thick layer on top, looking like a naughty child with a white hat, and it has suppressed the majesty of a luxury car.

Shang Zhi threw the wet tissue three-point shot into the trash can at the door, stomped his feet to dispel a little cold, and the text message on his mobile phone for the assistant to answer had not yet been sent.

With a glance out of the corner of her eye, she quickly deleted it all and changed it to "You guys go first." ”

Through the half-open dark glass of the rear window, Ji Yanli's angular side face was also dazzling in the dim carriage, with a high nose bone and drooping eyelids, as if he was looking at something seriously.

The car was parked on the porch, apparently waiting for someone.

Her eyes flashed, and she made a decision in an instant.

The boots stepped on the heavy snow with a hurried footsteps, making a "squeak" sound.

Half a meter away from the body, she leaned forward and gently tapped the window twice, and her voice was more soft and tactful: "Mr. Ji." ”

Ji Yanli looked at it when he heard it, a trace of impatience flashed in his eyes, and after seeing that it was her, a faint playfulness came up.

He didn't speak, waiting for her to speak.

Shang Zhi opened his palm to block his forehead, and looked at him pitifully: "My assistant is stuck in traffic, and it is inconvenient for me to take a taxi." The skill of speaking is high, and the tone of the begging is more humble: "Look, can you give me a ride?" ”

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The car's large rear seat space gave her a sense of comfort, and she relaxed a little and leaned back on the cushions.

The value of a luxury car is not only reflected in the car logo, but also in the quiet driving process, with only the rustle of snow particles on the front window.

The silence between them was a little too much, since she asked to get in the car just now, Ji Yanli didn't say a word, only nodded casually after being stunned for two seconds.

The ease with which he was on the table disappeared at this moment, and Shang Zhi suddenly became nervous.

A snow seed smashed louder, leading Ji Yanli to look sideways, he unconsciously turned his mobile phone in his hand, and the aroma that did not belong to his space slowly rose again, lingering on the tip of his nose, stirring him up inexplicably.

He said, "Do you mind if I smoke a cigarette?" ”

Shang Zhi's thoughts drifted away, and he subconsciously said "ah", and quickly reacted: "Don't mind." She seemed to have restarted her acting skills by this sentence, and the hypocritical mask began to work, so sweet that she was greasy.

Shang Zhi nodded sideways to look at him, the man's jade fan-like hand took out a cigarette from the cigarette case, folded it into the corner of his mouth, and with the "snap" of the lighter, a tobacco smell mixed with a heavy aroma diffused.

She suddenly remembered that Shang Su had told her that it was not only the car and the watch that could identify a person's noble identity, but also the cigarette.

The real rich man does not smoke the cigarettes that can be bought on the market, they only smoke their own private customization, so he likes agarwood, so it is mixed with a faint agarwood aroma.

In the silence of the room, Shang Zhi asked the gods: "Does Mr. Ji like to watch movies?" ”

Ji Yanli was inexplicable: "I don't see it much." ”

"Mr. Ji usually doesn't ask his girlfriend to go to the movies together?"

He glanced sideways at her through the curling smoke, snorted faintly, and replied, "I don't have a girlfriend." ”

Shang Zhi smiled.

There was no word all the way, and he was quiet and frank.

Ji Yanli sent her to a single-family villa in the suburbs, and waited for the car to hand her a properly ironed blazer: "Spare suit, you haven't worn it, you can put it on." ”

Shang Zhi didn't shirk, just gentlemanly etiquette, she believed that it wasn't her tonight, he would still send it.

Seeing him leave, Shang Zhi put on his coat, stood in place for a moment, took a deep breath, and walked into the community.

There was only Ji Yanli left in the car, he loosened his tie, dialed Xu Yi, asked him where he was, and got the address for the driver to turn to 1111.

After hanging up the phone, the phone was thrown aside casually, making a "pop" sound on the metal chain.

When I looked over, a small pink shiny handbag was lying on a cushion, hidden in the corner of the island, and it was difficult to spot.

He looked at the handbag logo and remembered that an hour ago, it was held in the palm of a woman's small, fair hand as a casual and eye-catching accessory for her today.

He lowered the window and stared out at the street scene that was speeding backwards.

Suddenly, he put his hand to his lips and laughed silently.