Note the sweet scale

Chapter 742 The most beautiful and refined flower (2)

Situ Nanke raised his face and looked at him with a smile.

I can bear it like this, can this buddy?

Seeing Ye Jiangcheng take his seat again, he just picked it lightly, thinking that Ye Jiangcheng would not be able to resist, so he took the opportunity to fight, but the opponent didn't even give him the chance, it was really tolerable.

Before Ye Jiangcheng had an affair with Yi Meng, Situ Nanke was naturally unhappy with him for a long time, but he just endured it because he was worried that his wife would be unhappy.

"Situ Nanke." Ye Jiangcheng took a deep breath, suppressing the boiling emotions in his chest, "Today, I see that you care a lot about Mengmeng's face, but you have to remember, this is the last time."

Raising his hand to bring the cup to his mouth, Ye Jiangcheng slammed the cup on the table, got up again, pulled the chair away, and walked towards the exit.

Situ Nanke leaned lazily on the back of the chair, dangling the wine glass with his right hand.

Seeing Ye Jiangcheng get up, he took the cup back and waved it in front of his eyes.

In the cup, the ice cubes were about to melt, and when it was shaken slightly, the ice cubes inside hit the wall of the cup, making a crisp sound.

Bending his arms, he brought the cup to his mouth little by little.

Walking to the end of a row of tables, Ye Jiangcheng turned sideways in one direction and continued to move forward, watching Situ Nanke's movements from afar.

Noticing that he had brought the cup to his mouth, he narrowed his eyes slightly and stopped in front of the cash register.

Situ Nanke brought the cup to his mouth, tilted it a little bit, and the wine in the cup flowed towards his lips little by little.

Ye Jiangcheng squeezed Qian's hand and froze in place nervously.

"It's 360 yuan in total."

The cashier smiled and opened his mouth. Seeing the money he handed over, he reached out to take it, but held the money but didn't take it out.

The man's fingers were tightened tightly.

"gentlemen?!"

The cashier opened his mouth in doubt, Ye Jiangcheng looked away, handed her the money, and looked in Situ Nanke's direction again.

I saw that the man had put the cup back to its original place and got up from the sofa.

Ye Jiangcheng raised his lips with a sneer.

"Keep the change, please!"

At this time, Situ Nanke had already lifted his coat and put it on his shoulders, and the man walked lazily towards him.

Meeting Ye Jiangcheng's gaze, he stopped, and with a flick of his finger, he smashed a few big bills on his chest.

"I, Situ Nanke, will not drink your wine!"

After speaking, he strode away.

When the banknote landed, Ye Jiangcheng watched him leave with steady steps, squinted his eyes, and strode back to the table with the banknotes on the ground. He saw Situ Nanke's wine glass on the side of the table, and the liquid in it was still there. Slightly shaking - he didn't drink with Ben.

Sweeping his eyes over the shattered ice that was undulating on the liquor, Ye Jiangcheng clenched his fingers tightly.

"Damn!"

The assistant walked into the bar, saw him and immediately strode over.

"Everything is ready. Situ Nanke...where is he?"

Ye Jiangcheng frowned, "Don't inform the reporter yet, things have changed."

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hotel room.

It was dusk when Meng Yiran woke up, she raised her hand to rub her dull temples, and looked around suspiciously.

The room was quiet, the curtains were closed, and no one else was there.

She got up and walked out of the guest room, but did not see the shadow of the two assistants.

Where did these two guys go?
Meng Yiran took the bag on the coffee table, took out her mobile phone from inside, and called an assistant's number.

"Where are you?"

There was displeasure in her tone.

(End of this chapter)