Ex-husband, don't tease me if you don't marry me!

Surprisingly, di Mujing and criton Illo really didn't continue to talk about this topic.

Adhering to the Chinese tradition of eating without words and sleeping without words, he sat down honestly in his chair and ate gracefully.

Both of them were full of aristocratic atmosphere. Sitting in the middle, Xiao Canyu only felt great pressure and could only turn his attention to the surrounding environment.

It has to be said that Gu Mo's restaurant is the same as his character in terms of decoration.

Elegance without losing nobility.

"President Wen, there are already people in box 1, so you are wronged to be in box 2 with Miss Murong."

The sudden sound raised Xiao Canyu's head almost subconsciously.

From the carved wall, just a glance, Xiao Canyu's eyes fixed on the handsome face.

He was accompanied by a woman with long hair. From a perspective, Xiao Canyu could only see his back.

But from the name of the waiter just now, she can also guess that the woman should be the fiancee in the legend of Wen jiuya.

Xiao Canyu subconsciously wanted to leave, but he accidentally threw the whole plate to the ground because of the ups and downs of his actions.

The crisp voice raised Wen jiuya's head next door. At the moment when his eyes gathered, Xiao Canyu almost subconsciously lowered his head and tried to make himself a transparent person and disappeared in Wen jiuya's sight.

"Can Yu, are you all right?" Crichton ELO exclaimed.

This call, Xiao Canyu knew that his embarrassed appearance had completely fallen into Wen jiuya's eyes, and all his previous achievements had been wasted.

Di Miaojing walked quickly to her, took her hand, frowned and looked at her carefully: "Yu, what's the matter? Didn't you hurt it?"

Xiao Canyu gently shook his head.

The waiter who heard the sound quickly came in and took away the debris and residue on the ground, but his eyes were always on di Miao Jing. Although he tried his best to restrain, he could still see the excited blush on his face.

"Why is it so hot?" Di Mujing felt her abnormal temperature when holding hands.

Stretching out his slender fingers, he wanted to test the temperature on Xiao Canyu's forehead, but his hand didn't fall yet. Suddenly he was caught by the other hand.

Xiao Canyu raised his head and met his gray brown eyes with an angry scarlet color.

"Who are you, sir?" Di Mujing frowned and shook away his hand.

Wen jiuya completely ignored di Miaojing's actions, and his eyes full of haze kept staring at her.

"That man, is that him?"

The cold sound seemed to come from the depths of hell. There was no temperature. It was terrible cold.

After a long time, Xiao Canyu remembered that Wen jiuya meant the man she had invented.

"It doesn't seem to have anything to do with Mr. Wen," she insisted.

Xiao Canyu's indifferent expression touched Wen jiuya's anger more. He fiercely stretched out his hand and pinched her wrist. He sternly warned: "Xiao Canyu, don't forget your current identity!"

"Mr. Wen, don't forget your identity!"

She indicated the position behind Wen jiuya with her eyes. That was his fiancee.

Wen jiuya ignored her eyes and asked, "what's my identity?"

Xiao Canyu bit his teeth and didn't open his mouth, but the strength in Wen jiuya's hand pinched her wrist.

"What do you want?"

Di Miao Jing clapped Wen jiuya's hand and protected her behind her.

"I don't care who you are, but you'd better stay away from her." Di Mujing's lazy tone, with a hint of warning.

Wen jiuya was stunned for a moment and suddenly laughed.

"Your identity doesn't deserve to warn me."

"You can try." Di Miao Jing met his eyes without fear.

Between the four eyes, it seems that you can clearly feel the feeling of lightning and thunder between the two people. The low air pressure makes people breathless.

When Xiao Canyu was ready to interrupt the atmosphere, another female voice suddenly sounded.

"Jiuya, is it someone you know?"

The clear and gentle voice is like the low cry of a nightingale.

Is Wen jiuya's fiancee, Murong Jiao.

I don't know if I just remembered the presence of my fiancee. Wen jiuya moved his eyes.

"Cliton Yiluo, design director of TF, designer Xiao Canyu." Wen jiuya said and hugged Murong Jiao in his arms: "this is the woman who is going to be my fiancee, Murong young lady Murong Jiao."

"Ah, Hello, master criton ELO. I like your works very much. And TF is owned by Wen's consortium. In the future, I hope you can work together to help jiuya and build Wen's business empire stronger."

Murong Jiao smiled modestly and stretched out her hand to Crichton iloh. With a gentle and elegant frown and smile, the words were completely the gesture of Weng's hostess.

And even between the handsome Wen jiuya and di Miao Jing, the light on her has not weakened by half.

Xiao Canyu has to admit that such a woman, no matter her appearance, family or temperament, is more suitable for Wen jiuya than her.

"You're welcome, Miss Murong."

Criton ELO held out his hand and subconsciously looked at Xiao Canyu. The smile on his face was quite strange. Even he felt that such a scene was very strange. It was estimated that she felt even worse.

Xiao Canyu just silently took a few steps back from his body, opened a distance with Wen jiuya, lowered his eyes and couldn't see the expression on his face.

"Mr. di Miaojing, you look better than the magazine. Can you sign for me later?" Murong Jiao looked at di Miaojing. Although she wanted to sign, she never lost more than half of her grace.

"Sign?" Di Miaojing looked at her and smiled, "don't even think about it."

After the expression on Murong Jiao's face stiffened for a moment, she showed a very lady's smile: "it's my faux pas. I'm sorry."

For Murong Jiao's apology, di Miaojing didn't even wipe Yu Guang half, and she didn't look like her at all.

"This..."

Murong Jiao's eyes fell on Xiao Canyu. She had to speak urgently in the future, so she was directly interrupted by Wen jiuya.

"She's just a person who doesn't want to do it. It's not even necessary to greet." then, Wen jiuya stretched out his hand and opened a chair. After inviting Murong Jiao into the seat, he remembered what kind of question: "since it's not easy to meet, you should sit in a box directly. Should you have no idea?"

Di Mujing is a guest and has no right to speak.

As far as the position is concerned, criton ELO is still an employee of Wen jiuya and has no right to refuse.

Soon, the dishes and red wine were re ordered. Wen jiuya also cut the steak for Murong Jiao very attentively and put it gently in front of her.

Murong Jiao looked up at him and smiled sweetly.

Silent warmth surrounded them. Although they didn't look up, Xiao Canyu's Yu Guang still looked at all this in his eyes, and his heart hurt faintly.

"Xiao Canyu, you must have been a pig in your last life. You love to eat so much, but you can't even cut the steak well."

When he was young, while complaining, he brought the ugly steak tortured by her in front of him to his face and put his cut steak in front of her.

"Aren't you with me? Can't you cut it for me?" she smiled proudly.

"You, just be lazy." he would bend the corners of his lips and show a good-looking smile after she gently hung up the tip of her nose: "but I like to hear that, but what about my reward?"

Still wearing a ponytail, she stretched her neck. After a quick kiss on his lips, her heart seemed to jump out of her throat.

"That's not enough..."

"Stop! Wen jiuya, you rascal, I want to eat!"

"I hear your other mouth is going to be very hungry. Let me feed it first."

Having a good meal turned into a world war.

It was such a sweet memory, but it made Xiao Canyu's eyes full of tears.

Biting his lips, he restrained his tears and uncontrollable sadness, and didn't want to expose his emotions in Wen jiuya's eyes.

She warned herself again and again in her heart.

Xiao Canyu, give up!

Now you can't give Wen jiuya the future.

You chose the road yourself. What right do you have to pretend to be poor!

Now Murong Jiao around Wen jiuya is very good. She must make Wen jiuya happier than you!

The nail pinched into the palm, and Xiao Canyu stifled the tears in his eyes.

"Why is this guy here?" Wen jiuya's eyes wrinkled more and more when he looked at di Miao Jing around Xiao Canyu.

"He is the spokesman of our invitation," said Crichton iloh with a look of satisfaction.

"Change people."

"Why?!"

With one word, criton ELO stood up fiercely.

Wen jiuya tasted a mouthful of red wine lightly, and his voice was careless: "look at him."

"I'm sorry, but I haven't promised to be this spokesperson." Di Miao Jing shook his red wine glass and smiled happily.

"No, No." criton ELO was worried when he heard this: "this fashion design is mainly based on stories. Looking at the walking corpses in the entertainment industry, it is most suitable for Di Mujing."

"Then don't have a spokesperson. I believe with the strength of TF, even if there is no spokesperson, there can be good sales."

"Then I wish Mr. Wen's delusion come true in advance." Di Miao Jing raised his wine glass towards Wen jiuya, very satisfied with the word delusion.

Wen jiuya didn't mean to raise his glass at all. He didn't look up: "my company's business doesn't bother a dramatist."

Di Miaojing put the red wine cup in his hand on the table, and his gloomy face had a chilling momentum.

"It seems that Mr. Wen's thought still stays in the 1980s. Now, do you want to try the influence of idols?"

"What? Do you want to fight with me?" Wen jiuya met Di Miao Jing's eyes without fear.

Di Miaojing smiled, but the smile was not as good as the bottom of his eyes: "if Mr. Wen wants to try, I'd be very happy."

The four eyes are facing each other, seeing that war will be imminent.

"It's not too humiliating for two men over half a hundred years old to be angry like children here." Xiao Canyu interrupted their attention and didn't want the event to ferment.

She believed that di Mujing's influence would really be a terrible thing.

Wen jiuya will not be a vegetarian. At that time, he will use all his relationships to suppress di Miaojing. It will be a picture of losing both sides.

Di Miaojing smiled: "Yu is right. It's too cheap to be angry with a feudal man like you."

“……”

Xiao can Yu Leng, when did she say that?

Wen jiuya's next faint sentence successfully changed Di Miao Jing's face.

"Murong Jiao, did you hear the pig cry?"