The National Director is Mr. Perfect

It was the dawn of the people who came.

This is why Jun Ci and Jiang Yi have weird faces.

They looked at Jing Fuxiao and almost laughed, "Your brother?"

Jiang Yi wrapped his arms and smiled evilly: "I'm so sorry, dawn, I beat your brother."

Young Master Wu has been dumbfounded.

No matter how stupid he was, he could tell that Jing Fuxiao knew the person in front of him, and just by the name, it was not an ordinary relationship.

He knows what his brother comes from, but someone who can talk to his brother like this...

"Just a distant relative, the kind that is far away, not a brother."

Jing Fuxiao's cold words were more like a thunder, shattering a heart of Young Master Wu.

Then, that indifferent gaze swept at him, making him cold hands and feet like an ice cellar.

His already swollen cheeks looked ridiculous like a clown in front of such a situation, and there was no shadow of him in his eyes, as if he was worse than an ant.

This situation is simply funny.

Jiang Yi is obviously no stranger to such a situation. He patted Master Wu on the shoulder with his skill, which was meaningful.

Turning his head, he said to Jun Ci: "Let them come out. Let's eat in another place. Such a place is disappointing."

The lobby manager's face paled, cold sweat ran down his forehead.

"You go first, I will deal with this matter, it will make you satisfied."

Jing Fuxiao's indifferent words were somewhat familiar. It was not the first time that he had done such a thing.

This time this person, Jiang Yi was offended.

Not an average person.

Young Master Wu's face suddenly turned whiter than snow, as terrifying as a ghost.

"Dawn, sorry."

Jiang Yi and Jun Ci entered the room, let Fu Ziyan and the others come out and change places to eat again.

When I was going downstairs, I happened to ran into the sad picture fan and others who came over. Several people briefly talked about the above situation. Sad picture fan did not expect such a thing to happen in such a place, which was a bit embarrassing and embarrassing.

But this incident was originally an accident, and no one can blame him.

When I got in the car, I changed the place to eat again, but this time it was changed to Jiang Yi's invitation. He insisted on asking, and there was no way to draw a fan.

"Actually, I blamed it all."

Yao Kitty sat on the dinner table and saw the scar on Lucifer's chin. She felt very guilty. If she had not acted so reluctantly at the time, which caused annoyance on the other party, she would not have caused this to happen.

"Don't blame you for this, eat."

The boy who had never spoken simply opened his mouth, with an unquestionable taste.

It's all gone, someone will handle this matter perfectly.

Moreover, it was originally not Yao's fault.

Fu Ziyan patted Yao Kitty's hand comfortingly, and the sad fan turned the subject, and the atmosphere on the dinner table began to warm up, but Lucifer never said anything, causing Yao Kitty to look at him with a little guilt. The movements at the dinner table are somewhat restrained.

In addition to occupying a place to eat a very happy piano.

At the dinner table, the sad picture fan mainly talked about the movie. He was very happy, and there was Zhixiangyin with him.

Several big men talked and laughed, until after dinner, it was getting late.

Several people came here by their own cars. There is no car for Yao Kitten here. After the meal, Fu Ziyan wanted to suggest that Mo Chaoyang and her send Yao Kitten back to the apartment. The young boy suddenly said: "Lan Slott, you can send Yao Kitty home."