Chapter 1192

She didn't expect song muzhe to be so haunted, but now she has come to this place. It's impossible to turn around and leave. If so, she will expose her identity.

At the thought of this, she simply made up her mind and pretended that nothing had happened. Anyway, song muzhe didn't dare to do anything to herself. In this way, she sat down directly.

When song muzhe saw Meng Jinyu sit down, his eyes and eyebrows became very peaceful. He looked at Meng Jinyu affectionately.

Meng Jinyu didn't eat this set at all. She stretched out her white as jade hands, looked at the apricot red nails painted on them, and slowly asked, "I remember our cooperative company is not RS, but President song is sitting here now."

"Miss Celine's news is well prepared, but you may not know that the company that once wanted to cooperate with you now belongs to RS, that is, me. Your current partner is me." Song muzhe looked at her, his eyes motionless, as if he wanted to engrave the man in front of him into his mind.

Being watched by this kind of eyes, Meng Jinyu only felt a thin layer of sweat on her hands. She was deeply afraid that her identity would be discovered by her carelessness, but she still had to pretend to be silent.

"Oh, song is always my partner. I'll have a few drinks with song today."

As a saying goes, the weasel paid new year's greetings to the chicken without good intentions.

Now that he has become his partner, it means that he and his meal can not be avoided and can only be hard on his head.

"Well, we don't want to be here. I've prepared a lot of delicious meals. Please ask Miss Celine to move. We can talk about anything at the table." Song muzhe stretched out his hand and motioned politely in front.

Meng Jinyu can only go forward with her life. She wants to hide her identity anyway. She can't let him find it, or Tiantian will be robbed at that time.

She did a good job in psychological construction before she walked to the table.

Song muzhe very gentlemanly helped her open the chair and watched her do it well. Then he walked to his position.

As soon as he sat down, he asked tentatively, "I don't know that these dishes I ordered are not in line with Miss Celine's appetite."

Meng Jinyu looked at the food on the table and suddenly felt her eyes jump. Most of the food she likes to eat, especially a sweet and sour tenderloin, which is her favorite.

"Fortunately, I'm not picky about food." Meng Jinyu did not enter the oil and salt, and did not give song muzhe a chance to test.

"If Miss Celine says so, I'll be sad. I've tried my best to prepare these dishes." Song muzhe looked very sad and stared at her all the time, as if he wanted to peep into something.

Meng Jinyu knew what he was doing. She simply lowered her eyebrows and didn't look at him at all.

Song muzhe took the red wine that had already woke up on the table and poured it into Meng Jinyu's cup. His action was elegant and smooth: "this is the red wine of John castle in country F. try it."

Meng Jinyu's eyelashes, as thin as cicada wings, trembled gently. This is her favorite red wine.

But when she noticed song muzhe's eyes, she pinched herself tightly with her hand and reminded herself that she must keep her mind and never show her feet here.

She bent her eyebrows and eyes. She picked up the wine glass with her middle finger and index finger and shook it slowly: "I'll have a good taste."

Song muzhe looked at the way she held up the wine glass. His eyes were a little dimmed. Chu Jiasi in his memory... No, or Meng Jinyu was not like this, but he firmly believed that the woman standing and sitting in front of him was the one he missed all day.

Whether she is Chu Jiasi or Meng Jinyu.

Red wine sets off red lips, showing a different style.

Song muzhe kept looking at Meng Jinyu without blinking. He wanted to find the similarities between her and the people in his memory.

Suddenly his eyes lit up. Even if there was only a little, he found it.

Every time she tastes red wine, she always immerses it in her teeth when it enters her throat. Only when her mouth is full of the mellow smell of red wine will she swallow the red wine, and then close her eyes.

Meng Jinyu reacted and was in a hurry for a moment, but she knew that as long as she bit to death and didn't admit that she wasn't her, song muzhe couldn't help it.

She pretended to enjoy and said, "this wine is good. It tastes mellow. It seems that President Su is still a person who knows how to enjoy."

Song muzhe looked at her with a smile in his eyes: "this wine is my wife's favorite. It seems that Miss Celine has the same taste as her."

Meng Jinyu deliberately ignored his words and looked at the rich food on the table.

"Since President Su is kind to invite me, I'm not polite." Then he picked up his chopsticks and focused on the food in front of him. He deliberately only picked up the food close to him.

No one knows what it feels like to eat delicious food, but now Meng Jinyu feels very uncomfortable. She eats it carefully and doesn't dare to look up at Song muzhe.

But she didn't know that she was acting like she didn't admit it, as if the woman who talked and laughed just now was not her.

This performance made song muzhe feel very happy.

He moved the sweet and sour tenderloin to Meng Jinyu: "try this dish, it's also very delicious."

This performance made Meng Jinyu lose her appetite for a moment. She originally felt that song muzhe was sitting opposite, making herself very nervous.

But his performance now makes him more worried, like a dagger hanging on his head, which can fall down in minutes.

Unable to eat, she put the tableware in her hand on the table, picked up the red wine on the table and drank it.

Seeing her like this, song muzhe took up the wine glass on the table with a smile, motioned to Meng Jinyu, and then drank it up.

The waiter next to them saw that their glasses were empty and hurried forward to add wine.

The accident suddenly appeared at this time. Song muzhe had stood up to add wine to Meng Jinyu.

He didn't notice the scene nearby. When he just stood up, the waiter behind him immediately sprinkled red wine all over him.

The waiter behind him was startled. He had worked here for so long. He knew that the clothes on these two people were not cheap. Coupled with their superior temperament, he felt a little shaken in an instant.

"Sorry, sorry." Hurriedly took the paper towel on the table and wanted to wipe it for him.

But song muzhe pushed him away. He frowned: "I'll come by myself."