Master Jiu, my wife is wearing countless vests!

In the small elevator, the alarm sounded continuously, and the two girls looked at each other face to face. Zhang Ci never doubted his photographic memory.

Since they felt familiar, they must have met somewhere before, but looking at the very good-looking Long Qingcheng, she had no impression at all.

Long Qingcheng was carrying the small wontons from Linshi and had been driving for half an hour. If he didn't eat them, they would definitely get cold. She raised her eyebrows with an unhappy look on her face.

After getting along with Di Yuanjue, he seems to be a little sensitive and suspicious, and even very distrustful of him. She has already ignored Sang Yu, and now she doesn't really want to compete with him.

If you have that time, you might as well be with Di Yuanjue.

She sneered, put one hand in her pocket, and looked at Zhang Ci from top to bottom, with a somewhat disdainful tone, "Have you seen it before? If so, with your appearance, I probably wouldn't know it." Recognize it."

Seeing the girl in front of her praising herself, she was very happy and touched her fair cheeks with both hands, "That's right, I'm so good-looking, so I'll naturally make you unforgettable at a glance."

Long Qingcheng: "..." She seemed to have misunderstood, and what she said meant something else.

Although it looks good, it's not so unforgettable.

The woman in front of her was so narcissistic. For the first time, she doubted the president's choice. Was she blind before she could agree to this narcissist becoming the vice president?

The person on Zhang Ci's phone kept urging her to go to the hospital for treatment. She also stepped out of the elevator at this time, and the elevator closed the door quickly.

When she turned around and looked at the elevator, Long Qingcheng had disappeared.

There was a vague premonition in her heart, and her heart was beating violently. Was she afraid? What are you afraid of? I have never seen any big winds or waves.

Thinking about it, I yelled at the person on the phone, "That's enough. If you have time, you might as well go dig my grave for me."

This time, she must catch the man who shot through her shoulder.

But she didn't know that the person who shot her shoulder was Long Qingcheng, whom she had met once.

Walking in the corridor on the top floor carrying small wontons.

There are people protecting Di Yuan Jue at every turn. Once Long Qingcheng passes by, they will respectfully call her Miss Long. Long Qingcheng nodded as a greeting.

Soon she arrived at Di Yuanjue's door. She took out her key card and with a ding, the door opened.

The voice of Shadow Lei reporting could be vaguely heard inside.

"Miss Long." Ying Lei shouted respectfully. Seeing that Long Qingcheng had something in his hand, he seemed to want to put down the file and pick it up.

Fortunately, Long Qingcheng saw Ying Lei's intention first and waved his hand and said no.

In just two sentences, she had already walked to the living room, and Di Yuanjue was sitting on a separate sofa. His natural attitude of a superior person fully reflected his aura.

His slender fingers rested lazily on the armrest of the sofa, and his strong legs were wrapped under the black suit pants. The man seemed to hear Long Qingcheng's voice, and his cold eyebrows gained a touch of tenderness, and the corners of his mouth curled up. With a touch of curvature, the thin crimson lips said: "Come here."

Long Qingcheng took off his slippers and sat directly beside him with a small ravioli. This was the first time the two of them had sat side by side on the sofa since they had been together for such a long time.

Di Yuanjue's dark eyes glanced lightly, "What is it?"

"Small wontons."

As Long Qingcheng answered, he placed the wontons on the coffee table. The moment he unwrapped the bag, the aroma that hit his face gathered in the entire living room.

She continued: "Although there are many specialties in Linshi, you must have never eaten this. I used to eat wontons from this restaurant often. They have thin skin and big fillings, and they are cheap."

From Long Qingcheng's words, Di Yuanjue captured that the woman seemed to have lived in Linshi. He looked at the girl bending down to stir the wontons, her fingers unconsciously clasping the sofa, and asked casually, "Ever lived here?"

"Almost half a year." Long Qingcheng turned around and picked up the small wontons, "Have a try."

Di Yuan will never eat anything from outside.

He had too many opponents, and those who wanted him dead would try every possible means to kill him, including poisoning, so he had not eaten anything from outside for a long time.

Even at the dinner party, many things were brought to him personally by Shadow Wind and others to check if there were any problems, and then the things would be in his hands.

He pursed his lips, put down his slender legs, put the cigarette directly into the ashtray, picked up the chopsticks, took the wontons, scooped up a wonton and put it in his mouth.

Before she could finish eating, the girl asked excitedly: "How is it? Is it delicious?"

The man's deep and hoarse voice sounded: "It's delicious."

The dusk in the evening was very soft. The orange light fell in front of the large floor-to-ceiling windows and projected on the sofa. The soft light also hit the man's handsome cheeks, and his deep eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of light. The light attracts people to sink involuntarily.

The girl pursed her lips and her heart skipped a beat, "Is it really delicious?"

Di Yuanjue smiled at me, and his lowered eyebrows flashed with a cunning intention. He seemed to see through the girl's mind. He held the wonton bowl in one hand and turned it twice with the other hand.

Long Qingcheng clearly heard the man ask: "Want to try it?"

She was a little disappointed, staring at the slender fingers, cursing herself in her heart, since when did she start staring at the man's hand.

The man's eyes were still on the girl, waiting patiently for the girl's reply.

Even if the girl was distracted, he didn't urge her.

The waiting time stretched in the air, and there was a vague element of ambiguity in the space.

Just as Long Qingcheng was about to agree, he was startled by the sudden sound.

"Hey, there is a single nobleman here who won't lead you to bully others."

Long Qingcheng's facial expression was cold. He turned his head and looked at the man opposite him, feeling extremely unhappy, "Qin Wuyue, why are you here?"

What do you mean why am I here.

Qin Wuyue spread his hands helplessly, "Sister, I've always been here, but you haven't seen me since you came in, okay?"

They treated him like nothing and hurt others.

Is there anyone who bullies disabled people like this?

Di Yuanjue, who had already picked up a spoon in his hand and even scooped up wontons, threw the spoon in with a slap in the face, his cold eyes devoid of any emotion.

Looking at Qin Wuyue is like looking at a dead person.

"You can leave, Qin Wuyue."

Qin Wuyue: "..." Being stingy, why don't you just interrupt your love for once?