Chapter 673

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.

Wan Jingting gathered a smile and came to her. Tong en held the wine glass, but he didn't come back. He pulled open the chair she was sitting on with astonishing strength. He took her slender wrist with his right hand, and with a little force, he looked down at her beautiful side face. His voice was extremely cold: "home."

Then, Tong en got up and fell into his arms unprepared by him. Her mood was complicated and her heart was chaotic. She didn't think about dealing with his fake intimacy at this time. Before she could stand up, she was directly picked up by him at the next moment. This almost attracted the whole audience. Tong en was frightened and WAN Jingting walked out with her .

"Isn't it?" Wan Jingting said with a sneer, "and said there was a smile."

She blushed with anger. Looking at his cold face, she might be shivering with anger or cold, "are you talking about human beings? Why do you want to eat with other men? "

Tong en rubbed his head and reflected what the man said.

"It's time!" Wan Jingting cold enunciation, snuff out cigarette butts, "I did not know that Mrs. Wan has the obligation to accompany other men to eat."

Tong en knocked on the glass, and the pain made her take a breath.

The smoke in the man's mouth was burning at a very fast speed, regardless of her scolding, until the smoke was about to burn to the bottom. After a sharp turn, the black car turned into a dark alley, slammed on the brake and put out the fire.

The speed of the car kept soaring, and the cold wind kept attacking. Tong en felt the heat on his body for a while, and could not help yelling at him, "madman, you madman! Are you dying? Stop it for me

"Wan Jingting, are you crazy?"

The cold wind from the window kept coming in. She reached for the wind, and the wind from his side also came.

The car is driving fast. Tong en looks at his cold face. They don't wear seat belts. Are they going to take her to die for love?

The man took her into the co driver's seat, then went back to the driver's seat, lit a cigarette, started the engine and stepped on the accelerator.

When he saw the pretty face of the man in his arms, Han Cheng sighed deeply. He didn't need to be a light bulb or a vent.

Han Cheng chases after him, but the boss disappears when he goes to the bathroom. When he goes out, isn't the handsome man his boss? But obviously he's holding someone

Even the security guard and the welcome lady at the door were shocked by this scene. Tong en bit her lip and curled up her arms, which undoubtedly increased his burden. She closed her eyes and did not dare to look at people's expressions.

Tong encircled his arms, nose slightly red, looked like a rabbit being bullied, "that's work, please don't confuse private affairs with business."

The man's dark eyes locked on her. In this quiet and even seeping alley, Tong en felt that the way he looked at himself was too terrible. She was frightened by the wind and the car window was still open. She felt that she was either cold in his eyes or cold in the wind.

No matter how cold his eyes were, she suddenly got up and went to his steering wheel.