My bodyguard is super cold

For Feng Sheng's entertainment, Wen Hongyuan, as his subordinate, naturally had to follow.

Wen Hongyuan didn't drink alcohol, even on such an occasion, Wen Hongyuan would usually refuse it. For Feng Sheng's sake, others would not force Wen Hongyuan to drink.

Although Wen Hongyuan didn't drink the wine, he had been filled with a lot of water. With water instead of wine, he would have to drink three glasses of water when someone else drank one glass of wine.

During the dinner, Wen Hongyuan went out to use the restroom.

This hotel is very high-end, even the bathroom is decorated like a suite, and there is a row of spotless leather chairs next to it, which seem to be specially used to wait for friends. When Wen Hongyuan walked over, he saw a man sitting on the chair and smoking.

It was rare for a man to see a sluggish look, and his fingertips were filled with smoke. Wen Hongyuan frowned and walked over.

"Why are you here?" With a cold voice, the man smoking almost scared the cigarette away.

Jiang Xing'an quickly patted the soot off his body, and looked at Wen Hongyuan who suddenly appeared next to him, he was really a ghost, how could he see this lingering man everywhere.

"Why can't I be here, the hotel is run by your family?" Jiang Xing'an said mockingly.

It was really a coincidence, Jiang Xing'an did not expect to meet Wen Hongyuan here, he was called by his father to have dinner today, and the dinner object was of course his future fiancée's family.

Even the other party's parents have come, today's meal is all about picking out the engagement date of the two of them.

The girl looks good, but Jiang Xing'an didn't feel anything. The girl didn't seem to want to refuse the marriage. Jiang Xing'an felt very irritable, so in the middle, she came out to the bathroom and smoked a cigarette. Thinking of meeting Wen Hongyuan here.

What happened that night was just two days ago, Jiang Xing'an didn't know how to face it or how to be responsible, so he lifted his pants and ran away. Now seeing Wen Hongyuan, Jiang Xing'an still felt quite embarrassed.

Wen Hongyuan pursed his lips, and did not refute Jiang Xingan's sarcasm. He looked at Jiang Xingan's light smoking, and was extremely depressed.

In his memory, Jiang Xing'an seemed to have always been very energetic, and it was rare to see him lonely now, as if he had something to worry about.

"Are you here, and Feng Sheng is also here?" Jiang Xing'an asked after taking a puff of cigarette.

"En." Wen Hongyuan still cherishes words like gold.

"What about Little Yuanbao?" Jiang Xing'an asked, if Jiang Yuanbao was there, he could have a conversation with Jiang Yuanbao.

Wen Hongyuan said, "He's not here."

"Call." Jiang Xing'an responded, and then took another puff of cigarette.

Wen Hongyuan watched Jiang Xing'an's movements, and frowned even deeper. He saw Jiang Xing'an's lips just put the cigarette in his mouth, and then sucked it hard.

For some reason, he thought of that night, Jiang Xing'an's red lips were also on his chest, and then... sucked so hard.

Arrived

Wen Hongyuan felt his throat tighten, and his expression changed slightly when he looked at Jiang Xing'an.