"You've eaten two, won't you have a toothache if you eat it again," Ji Eun said and called a waiter for him, "A cup of Blue Mountain without sugar, and a strawberry cake."
"Okay, please wait."
The waiter wrote the list and walked away.
Li Beijue and Nanyuan stared at each other with big eyes, and neither of them had any expression.
Li Beijue's expressionless face was because he was not interested in the person in front of him, and Nan Yuan's expressionlessness was purely because he was slow to react and extremely didn't know how to read people's faces.
In the face of Li Beijue's strong aura, he could still sit calmly opposite and continue to enjoy the big strawberries he had saved.
It has to be said that sometimes the nerve bar is also an advantage.
After ordering the meal, Ji Eun saw that the two of them were still ignoring each other, so he rubbed his temples helplessly and played a round with the two, "Why don't you talk?"
"By the way, Li Beijue, why are you here for the rest of the people," she asked the man beside her with her side.
In general, he is surrounded by people all the time, in addition to bodyguards, there are also people who are stammering around him.
Ji Eun hasn't seen him appear alone for a long time.
Li Beijue's face did not change and his heart did not beat and lied, "In front, I asked them not to come." ” "Oh."
Also, the posture he put on just now was clearly a rape, and he would definitely not let anyone else follow him.
Ji Enente admires his current concentration, and he can still be so calm when he is caught raping.
She paid attention to the person who was eating strawberries on the other side, and couldn't help but say to the person opposite with joy, "Mr.
Nanyuan, you can help my husband take a look and see what his situation is." ” The person on the other side swallowed the strawberry and reluctantly spoke, "You asked him to give me his hand, I didn't even cut the pulse to see how to stare at him with my eyes." ” He doesn't like men who are more handsome than him, and this man belongs to his least favorite type Ji Eun didn't ask anyone, he simply raised the man's left hand and put it on the table, "Look at it." ” Li Beijue, "Ji Eun, I don't need to let him see it" Ji Eun was now bent on solving his migraine problem, and automatically ignored his protests, pressed Li Beijue's wrist with one hand, and assured Nanyuan, "Don't worry, he won't move." ” Nan Yuan slowly stretched out his hand and put his finger on Li Beijue's pulse.
The moment his fingers touched it, the man's eyes sank.
The pressure around him dropped suddenly as his face darkened Damn it His first instinct was to almost scoop the gun against the presumptuous man's temple But he was reluctant to move, because in addition to the feeling of disgust.
Ji Eun's soft little hand was also on his arm, restricting his movements.
Nan Yuan's eyes first showed doubts, and slowly, slowly, his expression changed, and began to become indescribable, and then, his brows also wrinkled.
Ji Eun had been nervously paying attention to his reaction, seeing that his brows were furrowed, his heart tightened, and he couldn't help but break the congealed air, bit his lower lip and said, "Mr.
Nanyuan, my husband is okay?"
The 16-year-old looked up at her and withdrew his hand.
As if he was losing his temper, he forked a strawberry and fed it to his mouth, and then said vaguely, "Something."
He should go to the andrology department to have a look. ” aa2705221: