Chapter 141

Open the Door (4)

Wen Yu didn’t pay attention to him. She was almost late and rushed over in a hurry. Now she was very thirsty.

There was already tea served in front of her. Just after Wen Yu took a sip, she heard the door open behind her, and then Liu Zhengming got up and said, “Oh, the guests are here.”

Wen Yu hurriedly swallowed the tea in her mouth, who knew that when she turned her head, her gaze steadily ran into a familiar black clothed figure.

Along with an indifferent gaze that could make her lose all sense of direction.

Wen Yu felt that the tea she had just drank instantly boiled inside her.

The boiling made her feel hot and tingly from the heel to scalp.

She sat at the round table in a daze, watching Liu Zhengming lively greet people, and saying some kind of polite words, the atmosphere couldn’t be more normal.

But she seemed to hear nothing.

Everything around it seemed to be muted in an instant, and the people around were also blurred. Only the figure standing in front of her was in her eyes.

Wen Yu felt unbelievable and at a loss.

How could it be him…

“Yuyu?” Wen Yi’an’s voice pulled her back, prompting, “Your Uncle Liu introduced you. Why are you in a daze? This is President Jiang.”

Wen Yu looked at Jiang Yuhe closely, feeling inexplicably as if her throat was blocked by something, and could not make a sound.

But she still stood up mechanically and stretched out her hand. “Pr-President Jiang.”

“Hello, Miss Wen.” Jiang Yuhe’s tone didn’t display the slightest fluctuation, and he was calm, as if he was greeting a stranger.

Before Liu Zhengming had time to get to know Zhou Yue, he hurriedly asked Wen Yi’an beside him. Wen Yi’an smiled. He didn’t know what was said in his ear. Liu Zhengming laughed, “I got it, I got it!”

Then he introduced Jiang Yuhe meaningfully. “This is called Zhou Yue, Xiaoyu’s right-hand man, and the future son-in-law of my old neighbor, who you know.”

“…”

What son-in-law?

Wen Yu’s eyebrows jumped, and she immediately put some distance with Zhou Yue, and solemnly declared, “Uncle Liu, no. Absolutely not.”

However, her faint voice was quickly drowned out by the laughter of the two old neighbors. Everyone was immersed in the joy of being together, and no one cared about her explanation at all.

“Come on, Yuhe, sit here.”

“Okay.” Jiang Yuhe was still calm.

He walked past Wen Yu expressionlessly, as if he was passing by someone he didn’t know at all.

After everyone sat down, Zhou Yue leaned against Wen Yu, who was in a daze, to remind her. “Sit down first, and talk about the other things later.”

Only then did Wen Yu wake up, and sat down in her seat.

But this meal she ate was bland, and ate absent-mindedly, but on the other side, unknowingly Wen Yi’an also exerted his strong socializing ability, and kept making Wen Yu and Jiang Yuhe clink glasses to show good wishes.

Wen Yu felt like a thorn was in her back. Obviously she has participated in similar business entertainment meetings before, and she couldn’t say she could do it easily, but at least she won’t be like a puppet, completely led by Wen Yi’an.

After finally getting to mid meal, Jiang Yuhe’s cell phone rang, and she didn’t know who was looking for him, but he lightly reported the private room number.

The two old neighbors probably drank too much and went to the bathroom together.

Wen Yu, Jiang Yuhe, and Zhou Yue were left in the room.

Those who didn’t know anything had left, and the people left didn’t need to keep pretending.

Holding a glass in his hand, Jiang Yuhe glanced at Zhou Yue coldly, and smiled suddenly, “It’s you.”

His smile was very wide. There was a kind of self-deprecating understanding, but also a kind of dismissive attitude since the situation has passed.

Jiang Yuhe’s memory was amazing, and he quickly recognized that this was the “good-hearted person” he met after Wen Yu called him when she was lost that day.

One could imagine how many scenes this woman created in front of him, and it was such a blatant deception.

Zhou Yue took the initiative to stretch out his hand. “Long time no see, President Jiang.”

Jiang Yuhe’s gaze fell on his hand, concentrated for a moment and then retracted his gaze, taking a sip of wine, without intending to respond.

His eyes were full of contempt, and Zhou Yue was embarrassed at the side.

Wen Yu guessed that Jiang Yuhe must be annoyed that Zhou Yue was also an actor arranged by her, so she opened her mouth and tried to say something. “President Jiang, actually…”

The private room door was suddenly pushed open at this moment, and a beautiful woman came inside the door and asked Jiang Yuhe, “Is it over?”

“…”

Jiang Yuhe didn’t look back, but just looked at Wen Yu, “Actually, what?”

The aura on his body was so cold that Wen Yu was frightened back every time she wanted to get close to him. Now that she saw a woman coming to him, she closed her mouth even more.

“No, no, I just want to ask if you were full.”

…

‘I’m almost fucking full.’

Jiang Yuhe was quiet for a few seconds, pulled out his napkin, got up and walked outside.