The Mysterious Mad Wife Burns the Heavens

Jiang Fen thought that no matter how big the issue was, he was prepared to remain calm, remain calm, and respond to all changes with the same.

and many more.

It's just that the old man is so sad and dignified, just to ask what girls like to eat?
Jiang Fen felt that there were ten thousand horses in his heart trampling on his calmness.

Sheng Liting didn't get a reply, and looked at the assistant who seemed to be in a trance, and said with an emphasis: "Speak."

Jiang Fen came back to his senses in a jerk, and smirked, "Master, I don't have a girlfriend either, and I don't know what girls like to eat."

"I'll give you another chance, talk it out." Sheng Liting rested his hands on his chin, and stared sharply at the helpless assistant.

Jiang Fen was like a light on his back, and all the people he had talked about flashed through his head. What do they like to eat?

"Hot pot?" Jiang Fen blurted out.

Sheng Liting stood up, "Make an appointment at the best hot pot restaurant in the capital."

Jiang Fen took a breath, wiped the calmness on his forehead silently, and then secretly glanced at the back of his grandfather leaving.

He has a sense of sight, my master, this is Hong Luan Xing who is about to move.

Oh my god, is his president in love?

Jiang Fen hurriedly followed behind.

Standing in the elevator, Sheng Liting glanced sideways at the assistant who would sneak a glance at him from time to time, and said, "Do you have any other suggestions?"

Jiang Fen shook his head, "Master, there is something I don't know if I should say it or not."

Sheng Liting withdrew his eyes, just stared at the elevator's descending number casually, and said: "Since you know you shouldn't say it, just swallow it."

Jiang Fen felt like he had a lump in his throat, he didn't dare to ask to death.

In the cafe:

From a long distance, Su Jin saw the figure on the other side of the road waiting for the traffic light to change.

Her hand squeezed the cup uncontrollably, and her big eyeballs swiveled around twice. Why is her heart pounding?

Sheng Liting was wearing an alpaca-colored knee-length coat lined with a black turtleneck sweater. His hair was trimmed just right, not too long or too short. When the breeze blew, his hair fluttered slightly. He raised his eyes inadvertently, as if they met each other. Those eyes were also watching him from the glass window.

Su Jin squeezed the cup harder and harder, his gaze seemed to penetrate the vast sea of ​​people, automatically blocking the comings and goings of this person, as if they were the only ones left to sit and stand within the distance of more than ten meters.

A thousand years at a glance!
When Sheng Liting entered the coffee shop, the heater rushed towards his face, his eyes fell on the little girl who also looked up at the corner.

She is still dressed so simply today, a down jacket, a sweater, and the long hair shawl that has remained unchanged for thousands of years.

Su Jin felt that he was looking at her, and she was deliberately avoiding staring at him, biting the straw in an attempt to distract herself.

Sheng Liting walked to the table, sat down casually, and sat opposite her, and said, "I've booked a hot pot restaurant."

"Hot pot?" Su Jin looked suspiciously at the young fourth master of the Sheng family who spoke such easy-to-approach words.

In her impression, for families like the Sheng family, the restaurants they go to and out of are luxury restaurants that are going to be listed internationally, not to mention, this guy is a clean freak.

The hot pot was served with more than a dozen pairs of chopsticks at the same time. She was worried that he would throw her out of the restaurant as soon as she took a bite.

"Don't like it?" Sheng Liting saw hesitation in her eyes, and couldn't help but curse in his heart: Jiang Fen is a useless guy who can't even guess a girl's mind, so it's time to change his assistant.

Su Jin shook her head, "It's not that I don't like it, it's just—"

"In this case, let's go." Sheng Liting interrupted the second half of her sentence, not giving her any chance to object.

Before Su Jin could finish her sentence, she saw that the other party had walked out of the coffee shop, the corners of her mouth twitched. Is this master bewitched by an evil spirit today or worn by a soul?
The hot pot restaurant is in full swing, and the smell of chili and prickly ash is strong.

It was probably the first time for Sheng Liting to come to this kind of small restaurant. Yishui's wooden tables, wooden chairs, and the dark gas stove, and the store was located in a small alley. If Jiang Fen hadn't led the way, he would have I'm afraid that if I walk for two hours, I won't find a store here!
Jiang Fen introduced: "Master, you asked me to order the best hot pot restaurant. I searched the Internet, and this place has the highest evaluation."

Sheng Liting looked at the assistant who was still doing his best to introduce with obscure eyes, but did not speak.

Jiang Fen continued: "Although it looks a bit crude, but the restaurants with real taste have to be in this kind of small streets and alleys, with pure taste."

Su Jin stood aside, looking at the master and servant with understanding and pretending to be confused, the young fourth master's face turned blue, especially when he saw the thick grease on the table, he might want to go back house.

Jiang Fen felt that he had once again perfectly completed the task assigned by his father, and he was ready to retire.

Sheng Liting also wanted to leave, but just as he took a step, he was grabbed by the enthusiastic shop owner.

Su Jin was even more interested in looking at the little fourth master whose complexion turned sallow at a speed visible to the naked eye. For some reason, she suddenly wanted to eat here.

The owner of the shop said, "Are you two? Please sit down, please. What kind of pot do you need? Red pot or mandarin duck pot?"

Sheng Liting's eyeballs still fell on the shop owner's hand holding his sleeve with a rag, his whole face was so dark that it was almost dripping with ink.

Su Jin covered her mouth and laughed, "Let's make a mandarin duck."

Sheng Liting's repressed anger disappeared when she pursed her lips and smiled.

He stared at her with unblinking eyes, the naturally curved brows and eyes when he secretly snickered, as if there were twinkling stars that could purify the filth of the whole world.

Su Jin raised her eyes, she still had that obedient look with crooked eyebrows, and asked knowingly, "Doesn't the little fourth master like this place?"

Sheng Liting hesitated for a while, but he didn't know how to speak.

He would never dine in this kind of place, it was full of bacteria, he was afraid that soaking in formalin for a day would not get rid of those dirty things.

Su Jin put her hands on her face, and deliberately confronted him, as if it was very interesting to see the dignified little fourth master slumped and speechless.

She said, "I'm hungry and don't want to go."

Sheng Liting could tell that what she said was acting like a baby to him.

This little girl really thinks she has the weight to speak to him?
Sure enough, I can't be too indulgent to a person, otherwise I will give her the confidence to be arrogant.

Sheng Liting spread two layers of paper on the stool, and sat down bravely. His voice trembled uncontrollably because of the stimulation, and he said, "Okay, here it is."