The rich president is not gentle

070 Gu Xicheng, you look so funny The atmosphere in the restaurant suddenly froze.

Facing Nian Baiyao's anger, Gu Xicheng didn't know how to resolve it.She provoked it, but she was powerless to face it.In the end, she just squatted down slowly, cleaning up the tableware residues on the ground piece by piece.

Porcelain is the most fragile thing in the world, and it will be smashed to pieces with a light touch.

She carefully collected the fragments.

And what he is doing, she doesn't want to explore, maybe, he will glare at her like a beast that only eats people, after all, she is so ignorant that it makes his good intentions meaningless.She refuted his face, she deserved it.

In the whole restaurant, there is only the sound of porcelain clashing.

Until Nian Baiyao's cell phone rang for a long time, she didn't hear him move.So he could only sigh, got up, found a towel to wipe his hands, fetched his mobile phone from the living room, offered it with both hands, and said with a smile, "Mr. Nian, your phone is ringing."

Nian Baiyao pursed his mouth tightly, his facial muscles were stiff, his gaze could freeze to death when he looked at her, the moment he took the phone, he swung his hand back fiercely, it seemed that he didn't want to see her even for a second... Her smiley.

Gu Xicheng took a step back in a flash. Maybe it was bad luck. He stepped on the soup, slipped his foot, and fell down. The moment his arm touched the ground, it scratched the tile on the ground, and the pain hit him. Suddenly, her lotus root arms were stained with blood-colored flowers.

What's more, it bumped into the table and tore the tablecloth. The shaky soup bowl on the edge of the table just fell down and poured water from Gu Xicheng's head.

Fortunately, not hot.

As for the injury on her arm, she also felt no pain.It really doesn't hurt.Because at that moment, what appeared in her mind was: it turns out that porcelain is not the most fragile thing. When it is smashed to pieces, it can turn into a sharp weapon, which is very hurtful.

Gu Xicheng, whose head was still dripping with soup, looked down at the bloodstains on his arm...and smiled.

And Nian Baiyao's slight movement of steps stopped when he saw her smile again.

The worry in his expression disappeared in a flash, and turned into a rage, he stepped directly in front of Gu Xicheng, leaned over to look at her, and sneered sarcasticly: "Gu Xicheng, you look so funny now."

Gu Xicheng pulled his lips again, and with the most sincere feelings, he showed a heartfelt smile, "If Mr. Bo Nian can smile, Xicheng will be satisfied!"

All the emotions stopped instantly on Nian Baiyao's face, and when he came to his senses, his right hand had already been raised, and was about to slap Gu Xicheng's cheek fiercely.

But fortunately he recovered.

He held back his outstretched arm, clenched his fist, and stared at Gu Xicheng. At that moment, Gu Xicheng read the look of disgust in his eyes.

However, it's not all about disliking her.

So who is he still loathing?

Gu Xicheng was also absent-minded.

Nian Baiyao got up and finally answered the persistent phone that kept ringing.

The call was from Xinyou, "Eric, where are you? Brother Phil and I have nothing to eat, do you want to invite us to dinner?"