Zhang Cheng's face with a complicated expression did not cause much ripple after hearing that it was Jing Yuhe who said this.

"Get out of here!"

Jing Yuhe's eyes were scarlet, and his eyes were as cold as knives.

The man in front of him was still motionless in place, raising his hand and slashing through the air.

Just as the slap was about to fall, Jing Huaizhi took the first step to hold her wrist.

His brows furrowed slightly: "Yuhe, this is a public place to pay attention to proportion." ”

Zhuli rolled her eyes, and only then did she find that there were already some people eating melons around her at this time.

Jing Yuhe's hands hanging at his sides clenched into fists, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

"Why didn't you die!"

"What did you say?"

Zhang Cheng couldn't bear it anymore, and his voice was a little louder.

Jing Huaiyi grabbed Jing Yuhe and said coldly, "Go back to the room." ”

Jing Yuhe raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow his eyes, and strode towards the elevator.

Except for Jing Huaizhi, no one present should be able to understand the meaning of Jing Yuhe's words just now.

"What the hell is going on with her!"

"You say! Your Jing family is really not a thing! ”

Zhang Cheng grabbed Jing Huaizhi's collar, and was about to swing his fist at him in an instant.

Jing Huaizhi pulled his tie with one hand, and the corners of his mouth hooked up with a touch of disdain: "You are not qualified to know." ”

He was furious, and his headache was splitting.

Seeing this, Zhuli immediately walked between the two.

With a smiling face, "Mr. Xiao Zhang, we have more important things to deal with, can we put our personal grievances aside first?" ”

Zhang Cheng squinted at the bamboo pear, stretched out his hand and pushed it vigorously.

"Roll Nima, it's not your turn to talk to Lao Tzu."

He used a lot of strength, pushing Zhuli and retreating again and again.

Qiao Jue was very discerning and took the lead in supporting her.

Jing Huaizhi's eyebrows frowned slightly, and a punch smashed under the corner of the opposite man's mouth.

Zhang Cheng leaned against the wall and bent his body slightly, snorting a few times.

"Jing Huaizhi, I said that we will always be enemies."

"Song Lang is going to jail, but we will never be friends."

In the end, under the persuasion of Zhuli, the four of them found a restaurant to discuss the solution.

restaurant

Jing Huaizhi took off his suit jacket and put it on the wooden chair, rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and began to help Zhuli iron and wash the dishes and chopsticks.

"Mr. Xiao Zhang, can I ask who the artist you are working with?"

At the bottomless eyes of Shang Jing Huaizhi, Zhang Cheng's irritable words just came to his mouth and swallowed back.

"I'll give you a call and ask."

He pulled out his phone and left his seat.

"Are you hungry?"

Jing Huaizhi raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, and his tone was extremely gentle.

Qiao Jue sat opposite Zhuli, his heart suddenly tightening.

In order to hide his inner turmoil, he picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water.

Takeri put her hand on her lap and carefully tugged at the corner of his clothes.

"Sort of, I didn't eat much at noon."

She embarrassedly tucked the corners of her mouth.

The interaction between the two people seemed extremely responsive in Qiao Jue's eyes, and he could only reduce his sense of existence by constantly drinking water.

Jing Huaizhi gently combed the broken hair on her forehead, and turned his head to look at the person sitting opposite:

"Trouble Director Qiao to order some food."

Qiao Jue, who was named, suddenly widened his eyes, and immediately nodded like pounding garlic.

"Don't be too spicy, she can't eat spicy."

He paused in his steps, and a bitter smile squeezed out of the corners of his mouth.

"Okay, Mr. Jing."

After a long time, Zhang Chengcai came back after calling.

As soon as he came back, he slammed his phone on the table: "The painter we work with is regular. ”

"There must be something inside our company."

He rested his hands crossed on the table, cutting the railroad.

Takeri chuckled, "It's also possible that it's our company." ”

Speaking of this, Zhang Cheng has the right to speak: "I said a long time ago that Secretary Jiang had a problem, you don't believe it." ”

"Jing Huaizhi, either you are stupid."

He really took the slightest opportunity to start sarcasm.

Jing Huaizhi half narrowed his eyes, and his thin lips lightly opened: "What is the name of the painter you work with?" ”

Zhang Cheng clasped his arms with both hands, leaned back on the chair behind him and deliberately did not answer.

"Mr. Xiao Zhang, if we don't cooperate this time, we will only lose both."

Zhuli was already accustomed to his behavior, and deliberately made the matter more serious.

Zhang Chengben was a straw bag, and when he heard that the matter was so serious, he didn't dare to put up a shelf anymore, and began to tell the story.

Since there is a schedule for tomorrow, the four of them went back to the hotel after this meal.

Before leaving, Zhang Cheng looked back at Zhuli with an inquiring gaze.

"I would like to ask, you two..."

Zhuli's already fair face was inexplicably flushed, and he lowered his head and didn't dare to answer.

"It's what you think of as a relationship."

Jing Huaizhi pushed down his gold-rimmed glasses, and Sven said calmly.

Qiao Jue behind him was only unwilling!

Yihe Hotel

Zhuli packed some dinner for Jing Yuhe and planned to send it over.

During the elevator ride, Jing Huai couldn't help but put his chin on her shoulder.

"Wife, will you come to you or will I come to you?"

Qiao Jue's hands were clenched into fists, and he couldn't stop coughing.

The face that was already flushed was now directly red.

The fingertips pinched the bag in his hand and reminded him in a low voice: "There are still people." ”

Not only did he not have any intention of restraint, but he was even more unscrupulous.

"If he wants to listen, let him listen."

Zhu Li inexplicably felt a heat in her body, and her fingers tugged at the collar wrapped around her neck.

His expression gradually became stiff, and unspeakable emotions surrounded his heart.

The boss becomes clingy in seconds?

The person before the meeting didn't answer, and he blew hot air on the side of her earlobe.

"I'm going to you?"

"Mr. Jing."

Qiao Jue closed his eyes, breaking the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.

Jing Huaizhi still maintained his previous posture and took the time to look at him.

Lowered his face: "Something?" ”

Qiao Jue swallowed his saliva and said with difficulty: "You have arrived." ”

At this moment, the elevator door opened, and his purpose was obvious.

Jing Huaizhi didn't move, but Zhuli raised his feet first.

He straightened up and followed her out of the elevator.

"Take-pear... You..."

"I'm going to deliver dinner to Yuhe, is there anything else Director Qiao has to do?"

Qiao Jue's eyes swept over Jing Huaizhi, looking like he wanted to say something and stopped.

"I'll get to you in a moment." Takeri said.

After getting out of the elevator, Jing Huaizhi began to wrap around her waist.

Zhuli held her breath and contemplated, and bitterly persuaded them not to make it public now.

But the man next to her didn't listen to anything she said, and his face was full of hurt and begged for comfort.

"I'll go find you later."

She sighed deeply, feeling like a master of time management for the day.

When she stood at the door of Jing Yuhe, a bad thought flashed through her mind.

Since Zhang Chengdu could see the extraordinary relationship between them, would Yu He not be able to detect it?

Or is she just acting for her now?

As soon as she thought of this, Zhuli's heart couldn't help but hang.