As soon as Wen Yu finished speaking, beside him, Jiang Beiyuan's Qingjun face took on a sinister look.
Not obvious, with a hint of edge.
Facing Fangran's puzzled look, he smiled lightly at Fangran and said calmly:
"Mr. Fang laughed. My wife is excellent, otherwise I wouldn't have coveted her for ten years. It's just that some people don't know how to cherish such a good girl, so they gave me the opportunity to boldly pursue her."
After hearing this, Fangran laughed heartily.
"Mr. Jiang, after so many years of friendship between Huaihai and the Jiang family, I didn't realize that you are still an infatuated person! No wonder that old guy Hao Mao wanted to introduce his daughter to you before. I heard that you were unmoved. It turned out to be in your heart. The face already belongs to you!"
"Well, it's troublesome to love her so much. If I identify her for ten years, it will be her for the rest of my life."
Jiang Beiyuan said, touching Yan Nian's head and kissing her.
The doting expression, doting movements, the corners of the eyes and the tips of the eyebrows are all gentle and flowing.
Yan Nian felt embarrassed to push him. This man was not a serious person outside.
Didn't she say that she was pursuing him before? But this time she changed her mind.
Wen Yu on the side pursed her lips hard, her expression obviously strange.
Jiang Beiyuan has been in love with Yan Nian for ten years.
hehe…
Who knows if what he said is true or false, anyone can tell lies these days.
…
Several people went to a high-end restaurant, where Jiang Beiyuan was the host and ordered sixteen dishes.
Yan Nian sat next to Jiang Beiyuan. During the meal, she lowered her head while eating the food and said nothing.
From Jiang Beiyuan's angle, we can see the top of his black hair, his long eyelashes and the tip of his pink and delicate nose.
"Is it tasty?"
He picked a piece of chicken breast and put it into Yan Nian's bowl.
Yan Nian nodded, still chewing in his mouth, a little carelessly, like chewing wax.
The generous palm touched her head with a gentle expression, "Is it more delicious than your husband's?"
“They are all delicious.”
Yan Nian was very energetic and picked a middle sentence to say.
"Well, it seems that your husband is not qualified enough. He usually cooks so many delicious dishes for you, but he actually says they are all delicious."
Jiang Beiyuan said jokingly, while picking up food for Yan Nian. He was very doting and gentle. His long, white hands were illuminated by the light of the crystal chandelier above his head, making them appear delicate and perfect.
Fang Ran and Wen Yu, who were sitting opposite him, naturally saw all this.
Fangran put down his chopsticks and winked at Jiang Beiyuan, "Mr. Jiang, it's been an eye-opener for me today. You, a man who doesn't eat the fireworks of this world, actually love your wife so much!"
"Mr. Fang, after you get married, your wife is like a firework in the world, how can you not eat it?"
Jiang Beiyuan also put down his chopsticks. He was well-educated. When he looked at Fang Ran, he would first put down his chopsticks, then look at him intently, look into his eyes and talk to him, giving him full respect.
Fangran nodded, seeming to agree with Jiangbeiyuan's words, and then looked at Wen Yu beside him with a hint of reprimand:
"Xiao Wen, did you treat her girl badly before, so she broke up with you?"
“…”
Wen Yu smiled, a little forced.
"Mr. Fang, you don't know something. I was very kind to Yan Nian before. I treated her like a treasure. I held her in my hands for fear of falling and held her in my mouth for fear of melting. But there was some personal grudge between us. We had no choice but to break up. I gave Yan Nian's family a gift of 100,000 yuan before, and I didn't even ask her to get it back."
Male Gobi!
This bitter and ugly scumbag!
Yan Nian clenched his chopsticks so hard that his teeth chattered with anger.
(End of chapter)