Chapter 672

This also attracted Ji Jinhe's attention. He turned his face and looked at Tong en, not like saying casually: "well, recently, his face looks a little worse and thin. Find a time to find Chinese medicine to recuperate. "

Tong en wiped his mouth with a tissue, avoided Ji Jinhe's caring eyes, and only looked at the gentleman, "the food here is really delicious. When I have a better appetite, next time I will bring some friends to try the food recommended by the gentleman."

Entrepreneurs listen to this, laugh, "good good good."

Wan Jingting takes a look at Ji Jinhe and returns to Tong en again. His face is very ugly. His forehead is slightly blue and his lips are thin. He turns to the entrepreneur and says, "you continue to talk."

He didn't sound like he was trying to calm things down.

The next moment, Ji Jinhe stood up, looked at the silent Tong en, and said to Wan Jingting: "we are talking about business."

Tong en's chest heaved violently, and he slowly raised his eyes to his cold and hard eyes.

When he came to the dining table, Tong en felt the shock of the table and saw his tall and straight body in front of him. His fingers knocked on the table: "my wife is so elegant."

The heart is beating, and even the slightly cold hands begin to have heat.

She regretted that she had changed into the sky blue dress.

He was laughing, cold smile, Tong en defeated the battle, eyes drooping, wine glass on the table, red wine seems to reflect his shadow, his eyes swept her from top to bottom, from inside to outside again, cold and Yin cold, let her not cold and tremble, white skin began to emerge small pimples.

Wan Jingting's eyes swept coldly from Tong en to Ji Jinhe, and said with a smile, "Mingsheng Pinyuan is famous for its dishes."

After looking at his table, there was no one else. The entrepreneur was puzzled.

The entrepreneur soon realized the subtle change after Tong en and WAN Jingting looked at each other, but he also walked over with a smile and said hello to him: "isn't this Mr. Wan? Would you like to have dinner here, too? "

The atmosphere of Tong en's table seems to be in a rigid state.

The man over there has already got up and walked over with his long legs. The handsome man with outstanding temperament is not accompanied by Han Cheng, and there are black bodyguards nearby. Who else can there be?

Ji Jinhe looks at Tong en in the same direction.

Looking along the line of sight, I was stunned for a moment.

Tong en's drinking pause attracted the attention of the other two at the table. The entrepreneur first asked, "director Tong, what's the matter?"

Wan Jingting was deeply staring at her. He took out a cigarette from the cigarette box and lit it with a lighter in his other hand. He let it burn between his fingers and did nothing else.

He raised his glass, Ji Jinhe followed suit, and Tong en also raised the glass with half a glass of red wine. Just as he was about to touch the glass, Tong en noticed that a familiar sight fell on her face. She blinked her eyelashes, looked, and gradually saw the man sitting at the table.

"It's just that Mrs. Wan can't go on eating with you."

With these words, the entrepreneur suddenly understood and looked at the woman sitting with a shocked face. Unexpectedly, she looked so young and old.

Ji Jinhe's right hand has become a fist. The name of Mrs. Wan is too ironic. For him, Tong en is wan Jingting's wife, which is the most painful torture in the world.