Luo Juntian is rigid there. The black sauce flows along his elegant eyebrows to his beautiful green eyes. The vegetable leaves stick to his nose, which is too delicate to find any dead corner. His long neck, white shirt and Italian Seiko suit are all covered with rice or vegetables. The funniest thing is that there is a piece of braised meat on his crotch.
All the people were petrified or wanted to scream with their mouths open, with a variety of expressions of fear.
It's like watching a horror film. When you see the most frightening scenes, you know that it won't harm you, but you still want to scream, cover your eyes, bite your fingers and stop your heart.
No one dares to laugh.
Tang Warm Yang slightly surprised, innocently flashed big eyes, "sorry president, my hand slipped accidentally." she looked left and right at his face, and could not help laughing, "Pooh ha You look very chic.
She is very self-restraint smile, the whole restaurant, echoing her silver bell like smile, very touching.
Luo Juntian sat there, his whole body exuding a gloomy and terrible black air, rolling round and round, gathering more and more, rolling more and more thick
The president's wife grew up eating the gall of a leopard. How dare she laugh? While the staff are worried about her life, they also admire her courage.
There was a department director who finally responded. He walked over with trembling legs and handed over a package of paper towels President, please wipe it
Luo Juntian did not go to pick up, staring at Tang Wenyang, that share of shocking murder, more intense than just now.
The head of the Department wanted to cry, his hand was almost broken, and he didn't dare to take it back rashly.
"I'll do it." Tang Nuanyang took the paper towel, smoked one, and calmly pinched his cold chin to help him wipe off the sauce and vegetable leaves on his face.
She looked at his murderous eyes, touched his skin with her fingers, looked at his handsome face close at hand, and thought about his love with Jiang Jinli yesterday. Her heart suddenly hurt and her eyes were covered with mist.
People can be very strong, strong to invincible, people can also be very weak, a flash across the mind of the scene, people will completely collapse.
Luo Juntian suddenly clamped her hand, got up and strode to drag her out. Tang Nuanyang had to trot to keep up with him.
As soon as they left, there was a lot of discussion in the restaurant. All kinds of versions of torture came into being.
"You hurt me, let go." Tang Nuanyang struggled.
The next second, people are pushed into the elevator, a close, Luo Jun Tiangao powerful body on the pressure over, mouth floating bloodthirsty smile.
"What do you want to do?" Tang Nuanyang's heart is a little hairy. Luo Juntian's metamorphosis is unmatched.
"You can't survive, you can't die, you can try to escape to see, see if you can escape." Luo Juntian pinched her jaw, and it seemed that she could hear the sound of broken bones.
If she dare to pour those things on his face, she should expect the consequences.
When the elevator door opened, he took her by the hand and walked all the way into the office. He locked the door and threw her on the sofa.