Zhang Cheng's complex expression did not cause much ripples after hearing Jing Yuhe's words.
"Get out of here!"
Jing Yuhe's eyes were scarlet and as cold as knives.
Seeing the man in front of him still standing motionless, he raised his hand and slashed through the air.
Just when the slap was about to fall, Jing Huaizhi took the first step and held her wrist.
He frowned slightly and said, "Yuhe, please be careful in public places."
Zhuli rolled her eyes and realized that there were already some melon-eating people around her.
Jing Yuhe's hands hanging at his sides were clenched into fists, and the corners of his mouth were twitching.
"Why wasn't you the one who died?"
"What did you say?"
Zhang Cheng couldn't bear it anymore and spoke a little louder.
Jing Huai grabbed Jing Yuhe and said coldly: "Go back to the room."
Jing Yuhe raised his hand to wipe away the tears that were about to overflow from his eyes, and strode towards the elevator entrance with rapid strides.
Probably no one present except Jing Huaizhi could understand what Jing Yuhe just said.
"What happened to her!"
"Say it! You Jing family are really nothing!"
Zhang Cheng grabbed Jing Huaizhi's collar and was about to punch him in an instant.
Jing Huaizhi tugged on his tie with one hand and said with a hint of disdain, "You have no right to know."
He was furious and had a splitting headache.
Seeing this, Zhuli immediately walked between the two of them.
With a smile on his face, he said, "Mr. Zhang, we have more important things to deal with. Can we put our personal grudges aside for now?"
Zhang Cheng glanced sideways at the bamboo pear, stretched out his hand and pushed hard.
"Fuck you, it's not your turn to talk to me."
He used great force and pushed Zhuli back again and again.
Qiao Jue was the first to help her with his foresight.
Jing Huaizhi frowned slightly and punched the man opposite him under the corner of his mouth.
Zhang Cheng leaned on the wall and bent his body slightly, groaning a few times.
"Jing Huaizhi, I said we will always be enemies."
"Song Lang is going to jail, but we will never be friends."
Finally, under Zhuli's persuasion, the four of them found a restaurant to discuss the matter.
Dining room
Jing Huaizhi took off his suit jacket and put it on the wooden armchair. He rolled up the cuffs of his shirt and started to help Zhuli iron the dishes and chopsticks.
"Mr. Zhang, can I ask who the artist you are working with is?"
Facing Jing Huaizhi's bottomless eyes, Zhang Cheng swallowed back his irritable words as soon as they reached his lips.
"I'll call and ask."
He took out his cell phone and left his seat.
"are you hungry?"
Jing Huaizhi raised his hand and rubbed the top of her hair, his tone was extremely gentle.
Qiao Jue sat across from Zhuli, his heart suddenly tightening.
In order to hide his inner uneasiness, he picked up the kettle and poured a cup of hot water.
Zhuli put her hands on her legs, and then carefully tugged on the corner of his clothes.
"A bit, I didn't eat much at lunch."
She curled her lips in embarrassment.
The interaction between the two people seemed to be abnormal in Qiao Jue's eyes, and he could only reduce his sense of existence by constantly drinking water.
Jing Huaizhi gently smoothed the broken hair on her forehead, then turned to look at the person sitting opposite:
"Director Qiao, please go order some food."
Qiao Jue's eyes suddenly widened when his name was called, and he nodded immediately.
"Don't make it too spicy, she can't eat spicy food."
He paused for a moment, a bitter smile forming on his lips.
"Okay, Mr. Jing."
After a long time, Zhang Cheng came back from the phone call.
As soon as he came back, he slammed his phone on the table: "The painter we cooperate with is regular."
"There must be a mole in our company."
He crossed his hands on the table and said decisively.
Zhuli chuckled, "It might also be our company."
When it comes to this, Zhang Cheng has the right to speak: "I have long said that Secretary Jiang has a problem, but you don't believe it."
"Jing Huaizhi, I'll either call you stupid."
He really started sarcasm every chance he got.
Jing Huaizhi half-squinted his eyes and opened his thin lips: "What is the name of the painter you are working with?"
Zhang Cheng folded his arms tightly and leaned on the chair behind him, deliberately not answering.
"Mr. Zhang, if we don't cooperate this time, both sides will suffer."
Zhuli was already used to his behavior and deliberately made the matter more serious.
Zhang Chengben was a fool. When he heard that the matter was so serious, he didn't dare to put on airs anymore and started to explain the matter in detail.
Since there were still schedules for tomorrow, the four of us went back to the hotel after the meal.
Before leaving, Zhang Cheng looked back at Zhuli with an inquiring look.
"Let me ask you this, you two..."
Zhuli's fair face turned red inexplicably, and she lowered her head without daring to answer.
"It's the kind of relationship you think it is."
Jing Huaizhi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses and said calmly.
Behind him, Qiao Jue was unwilling to give in!
Yihe Hotel
Zhuli packed some dinner for Jing Yuhe and planned to send it over.
While riding in the elevator, Jing Huai couldn't help but rest his chin on her shoulder.
"Honey, will you come to me later or shall I come to you?"
Qiao Jue clenched his hands into fists and couldn't stop coughing.
The face that was already red now turned completely red.
He squeezed the bag in his hand tightly with his fingertips and whispered, "There is still someone here."
Not only did he show no intention of restraining himself, but he became even more unscrupulous.
"If he wants to listen, let him listen."
Zhuli felt an inexplicable heat in her body, and tugged at the collar wrapped around her neck with her fingers.
His expression gradually became stiff, and unspeakable emotions surrounded his heart.
Boss tyrant instantly becomes clingy?
When the person in front of him didn't answer, he blew hot air against her earlobe.
"I will look for you?"
"Mr. Jing."
Qiao Jue closed his eyes to break the increasingly ambiguous atmosphere.
Jing Huaizhi still maintained his previous posture and took the time to look at him.
He turned cold and said, "Is something wrong?"
Qiao Jue swallowed his saliva and spoke with difficulty: "You're here."
The elevator door just opened at this moment, and his purpose was obvious.
Jing Huaizhi didn't move, but Zhuli raised his foot first.
He straightened up and followed her off the elevator.
"Zhuli...you..."
"I'm going to deliver dinner to Yuhe. Is there anything else Director Qiao needs?"
Qiao Jue glanced at Jing Huaizhi, looking like he was hesitant to speak.
"I'll go find you later." Zhuli said.
After getting out of the elevator, Jing Huaizhi began to wrap his arms around her waist.
Zhuli held her breath and concentrated, earnestly admonishing them not to make it public now.
But the man next to her didn't listen to a word she said, and looked hurt and begging for comfort.
"I'll go find you later."
She sighed deeply, feeling like a master of time management this day.
When she stood at Jing Yuhe's door, a bad thought flashed through her mind.
Since Zhang Chengdu could see the unusual relationship between them, wouldn't Yuhe be able to notice it?
Or is it just for her to watch?
Thinking of this, Zhuli's heart couldn't help but lift.
