Male God, a Little Su

Angrily Jiang Chi took a bite, then turned around and walked away.

Back at the banquet, the bosses who said they had something to leave were still waiting for him. Jiang Chi smiled and had a good temper in the past and apologized, causing a group of bosses to show flattered expressions, and repeatedly waved their hands to say that they dare not act.

After that, it was logical to talk about his father again from Jiang Chi.

He complimented a lot, but he was actually beating around the bush. He wanted Jiang Chi to lead the way and meet his father Jiang Zhengjun.

Jiang Chi verbally agreed to listen, but his expression turned cold as soon as he left.

Zhao Yu knew something about Jiang Chi, he sighed, walked over and patted his shoulder, "Jiang Chi, it's not an option for you to always do this, you and I both know that you have to go back to that sooner or later. home."

Jiang Chi parted his lips and sneered.

He shook off Zhao Yu's hand, his hoarse voice was very light, showing indifference, "Old Zhao, do you have a cigarette? Here's one."

Zhao Yu didn't say anything, he knew that Jiang Chi was in a bad mood.

What he needs at this time is not comfort, but a quiet one.

Zhao Yu took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and threw it to him, but Jiang Chi grabbed it with a backhand. He took the lighter, tapped on the table next to Jiang Chi, and persuaded: "Smoke less, you still have to rely on your voice to eat, go back to rest after you finish smoking, don't forget that your little fairy is still here. I'm waiting for you in the room."

His original intention was to use Su Yan to comfort Jiang Chi's heart.

But he didn't think that the next second, he was kicked. With an unlit cigarette in his mouth, Jiang Chi put his long arms on the armrest of the sofa, staring at Zhao Yu with a sneer.

"How the hell do you dare to say, didn't you persuade her to say I'm unreliable? Now you're pretending to be a big-tailed wolf with Lao Tzu?"

Zhao Yu shrank her neck and coughed dryly, "Cough... I'm not here for you, okay?!"

"I hurt your mother!" Jiang Chi burst out with a foul language, "You don't need to worry about it, but you should make up for it if you're okay!"

After he finished speaking, he threw off the lighter with a clatter, lit the cigarette in his mouth, and threw the fire out.

Zhao Yu stared, "Jiang Chi, can you die if you don't attack me personally?"

He looked at the man who was leaning lazily on the sofa, his handsome face obscured by the smoke. A pair of long legs are slender, spread out at will, and their arms rest on the armrests. His brows were adorned with a noble air, as if the emperor had returned to the world.

"Hey, personal attack?"

Zhao Yu suddenly came back to her senses, and a pillow was smashed on her forehead.

Hearing Jiang Chi's sneering sneer, his voice seemed to be squeezed out of his teeth, "I promise you don't get out now, I can beat you so much that your mother doesn't even recognize it! Let you know, what is real, Personal attacks!"

"cough--"

Zhao Yu is cowardly, and Brother Chi who is in a bad mood is not easy to mess with. Don't look at him who can point at Jiang Chi's nose and scold him on weekdays, but that's when he's in a good mood.

"Then I'll go first, take it easy! You're going to get up at 4 o'clock in the morning to record, just smoke here before going out, don't be photographed by the paparazzi!" He grabbed his jacket and retreated to the door, saying Long-winded exhortation, "Also, I'm serious, go back to your own room to sleep when you go back. There are many people here..."

Before he finished speaking, Jiang Chi turned his wrist and looked at him with a bad expression.

Zhao Yu turned around and ran away.

Soon Jiang Chi was the only one left in the entire banquet hall.

He let out a sigh of relief and chewed the words Zhao Yu had just said with a low smile.