The male god of the wall: cute and black

Chapter 717 Coincidence (1)

Where are you?Why did you leave without saying goodbye?Just because of looks?Didn't I say I don't care about your looks?If you really care that much, I can accompany you to find plastic surgeons all over the world to help you restore your previous beauty.

He stared quietly with dark eyes, with indescribable loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

Zhou Jue sat on the sofa, looking at the lonely and sad silhouette of his brother, feeling astringent and stuffy in his heart.

"Let's go, let's go have a meal together. I haven't had a hot meal since I came back from country M. You put me off like this, and you must treat me to dinner." Zhou Jue didn't want to see him continue to be sad like this, He hurriedly got off the sofa, walked over, said fiercely, and said in a bad tone.

Fu Hei took another deep look, stood up from the chair, and followed him slowly out of the office.

The two chose a Chinese restaurant. Because there was no reservation in advance, the private rooms were full, so they could only eat in the lobby.

"The private room is full? Can't you move it?" An unhappy voice said.

"Sorry, we all made reservations in advance. If you don't suggest, you can eat in the lobby." The lobby manager said politely.

"I don't want to eat in the lobby." A woman with heavy makeup said with a look of disgust.

Wouldn't it be self-degrading to dine with those individual customers?How embarrassing?How embarrassing would it be if an acquaintance saw it?
"Xiaoli, give your husband a call." The woman said in a coquettish voice as she tugged at the pregnant woman beside her.

Zeng Xiaoli was in a bit of a dilemma. Old Zheng was in a bad mood recently, and she didn't dare to bother him. The moment she looked up, she glanced into the hall from the corner of her eye, and her dark eyes instantly burst into light. past.

"Mr. Fu, what a coincidence, hey, isn't this Mr. Zhou?" Zeng Xiaoli looked at the two who were chatting with a bright smile, with a fake smile on her face.

"Who are you?" Zhou Jue frowned, looking very displeased.

Fu Hei kept his ice face all the time, without any expression.

"Mr. Zhou, you really forget things. I'm Zeng Xiaoli. We played together that day. Have you forgotten? With Mr. Zheng..." Zeng Xiaoli hurriedly reminded with embarrassment on her face.

"When did I play with you? Oh, I remembered. Are you Mr. Zheng's lover?" Zhou Jue frowned. He could tell that Fu Hei didn't like this woman either. In fact, when she appeared , he remembered who it was, but he deliberately pretended not to know him.

Zeng Xiaoli's expression froze, "Zheng is always my husband."

She gritted her teeth and corrected seriously.

"Your husband? He's so old, you're so young, hey, it's really a flower hanging on cow dung." Zhou Jue shook his head regretfully. At this time, a dish was served. Zhou Jue picked up the chopsticks and motioned for Fu Hei to start. .

Zeng Xiaoli stood aside, her expression looked constipated, because Zhou Jue's words seemed to be praising her at first, saying that she was a flower, but after careful consideration, it was not at all.

"Xiaoli, are these two your friends?" Yan Yan walked over, and when she saw the handsome and elegant two, her eyes widened instantly.

"Xiaoli, why don't you introduce me." She said cheekily, Yan Yan was Zeng Xiaoli's classmate when she was studying, and she lived in the same dormitory.

"Hehe, this is Mr. Fu, the young president of HC. This is Mr. Zhou, a great writer. Now he has opened a website with many authors under his banner." Zeng Xiaoli introduced.

(End of this chapter)