"Xianli," Chen Ting called him, his expression hesitant, as if he didn't know how to speak, "My brother happened to that thing some time ago, do you understand?" ”

Towards the end of dinner, Chen Ting began to bring up the topic.

She didn't want to ask Zhang Xianli for help at all, Chen Qun was the kind of person, staying in prison was his best destination, but Chen Hou asked her, she didn't dare to disobey.

Moreover, not far away, Chen Hou also arranged for someone to keep an eye on them.

Zhang Xianli didn't even put down his chopsticks, and asked nonchalantly, "What's the matter?" ”

It seems that it is not clear.

Chen Ting breathed a sigh of relief in her heart, so that she could make Chen Qun a victim.

Chen Ting put down her chopsticks with sadness on her face, "Some time ago, a friend of my brother came to him and wanted to ask him to do a sand mining project together. That friend was my brother's best friend, so my brother didn't think much of it and believed him. Who knows, that friend didn't have a sand mining license at all, and then ......"

Chen Ting seemed to be unable to speak, and stopped talking.

Zhang Xianli only raised his gaze at this time, and Chen Ting continued, "...... He was prosecuted by Jianchayuan for illegal mining. ”

Zhang Xianli put down his chopsticks, picked up the wine glass, and took a sip, "Where is he locked up?" ”

Chen Ting quickly studied Zhang Xianli's expression to make sure that there was no trace of disgust on his face before she said the address of the guard.

"I see."

This means that Zhang Xianli agreed to help.

Chen Ting was happy in her heart, she thought that Zhang Xianli was looking at her face before she went to save Chen Qun.

She laughed and moved on to the rest of the conversation.

But Zhang Xianli didn't seem to be interested in these topics, drinking slowly, casting a faint gaze from time to time.

It wasn't until she mentioned that Lisa would hold an art exhibition in Jingnan City this Saturday that Zhang Xianli was a little interested.

"Lisa who painted 'Carnival'?"

"yes, do you have time for Saturday? Let's go see it together? ”

"No need."

Zhang Xianli took a sip of wine, and the tail of his eyes showed the essence of watching the prey about to enter the set.

Xiao Sun's favorite new generation of painters is her.

This Saturday, just waiting for her to come.

Zhang Xianli has already thought about what gift to give when the time comes.

Chen Ting showed a hint of regret, but soon she brought up another topic.

"Hello, handsome guy." A figure suddenly stood at the table.

Zhang Xianli raised his gaze indifferently, but Chen Ting raised his gaze suspiciously.

The feminine-looking boy supported his arms and pressed them on the table, giving people a very girly feeling, but his words were very mean, "Handsome guy, I have a crush on you, give me a WeChat." ”

Zhang Xianli and Chen Ting's faces darkened.

The boy didn't wait for Zhang Xianli to answer, stood up, and judged Chen Ting up and down with critical eyes, "Tsk, handsome guy, you can't do it with this vision." This woman is not good-looking, and she looks a little mean. Hey, where are you doing this jaw? This technology doesn't work, I feel like I can poke a hole in the desktop......"

Chen Ting lowered her eyelids, as if she was hurt by the evil words and was about to cry, but her eyes were vicious, and her nails were deeply buttoned into her flesh.

If Zhang Xianli hadn't been here, she would have really torn this sissy's mouth apart.

Zhang Xianli looked at Chen Ting's appearance, but he didn't react in his heart, he knew that Chen Ting was pretending.

But the man ate at the same table as him, and the man's words disgusted him.

The boy was very happy to act, but when he saw Zhang Xianli's smiling expression, fear rose in his heart, and his words were stuck.

"Are you done? If you say so, do you want me to help you put your head on this table and let you say enough. ”

The boy laughed dryly, he dared to say these words in public, who would have thought that this man would really ignore the impact, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I'll go first. ”