The hostess has unique killing skills

Chapter 430 Extra Story [-] London Falls in Love ([-])

Ingeniously, the other party's eyes also fell on Zhang Junhe's face, the two looked at each other, and finally turned their eyes away indifferently.

"Not interested." Zhang Junhe doesn't drink alcohol, and only chooses some fruit juice to drink when he comes to this kind of occasion.

"They are all locals in London, and I think it's good to know each other."

"You like to go, I'm not interested." Zhang Junhe waved his hand and refused directly.

"No, no, no, I don't dare to go there." My friend giggled a few times, glanced at Wen Ruan beside Zhang Junhe, and finally chose to lean into Zhang Junhe's ear and whisper, "It's true that those people are prominent, but they are all I'm not interested in homosex."

Zhang Junhe became angry when he heard it, and slapped the opponent's head with his backhand, "Fuck, introduce me to me!"

"Oh, isn't it because I'm afraid that they will fall in love with a straight steel man like me?" My friend covered her mouth and laughed, her eyes fixed on Wen Ruan's face treacherously, and bumped Zhang Junhe with her elbow, "There is Wen Ruan beside you." Great beauty, they definitely can't make up your mind."

Zhang Junhe's face is still not good-looking, "Go away, try to mention this again!"

The friend laughed a few times, and stopped playing Zhang Junhe's idea.

Also, those people are another existence, not suitable for their circle.

Zhang Junhe had a great time chatting with a few friends, so he didn't have time to be gentle.

Wen Ruan ate two pieces of cake, looked at her boyfriend who was still chatting not far away, felt a little stuffy, and walked to the balcony with her skirt up.She didn't feel a little better until the first breath of fresh air entered her nasal cavity.

"one person?"

When Wen Ruan heard the voice, he turned his head and met the other's dark eyes.Subconsciously, she turned her face away. For some reason, she felt that the man in front of her was scary.

"No, two people." Wen Ruan replied nervously.

The man had gray hair and a cigarette that was still burning between his fingertips.He stood side by side with Wen Ruan, looking at the moon outside.

"I know, is that your boyfriend?" The other party asked again.

Wen Ruan was stunned, then turned to look at the man, "Yes."

"Your boyfriend is excellent." The man smiled, took a puff of the cigarette, and a faint mist spewed out of his mouth, his movements were elegant and natural, like a born nobleman.

Wen Ruan looked at him again, always feeling that he spoke strangely.

I still remember the politeness Zhang Junhe said to himself, and smiled softly with his soft curved lips, "Well, he is very good."

"Excellent people have to be watched, maybe they will be targeted at any time." The man dropped an ambiguous sentence, with an elegant smile on his lips, turned and entered the banquet hall.

"Huh?" Wen Ruan didn't understand what he meant, and looked suspiciously at the back of the other party.

Zhang Junhe went to the balcony, and someone bumped his shoulder unintentionally. He frowned, raised his eyes and looked at the other person, turned away indifferently, and ran towards Wenruan.

"Junhe."

"What did that person tell you?" Zhang Junhe didn't pay attention to this side at first, but accidentally saw the scene of Wen Ruan smiling at him on the balcony, put down his cup and ran over.

It's not that he's jealous, he doesn't like Wen Ruan much either.There is always a kind of person who is his own when he is by his side, and no one can get his hands on it. To put it bluntly, it is an inexplicable possessive desire.

Wen Ruan blinked, and replied honestly: "Nothing, he just came to me and praised you, saying that you are excellent."

"Praise me?" Zhang Junhe's eyes sparkled, and the corners of his mouth raised nonchalantly, "I don't know him, why praise me? Crazy."

Wen Ruan looked at Zhang Junhe and smiled, "Maybe I want to make friends with you."

But... what does the sentence that person left just now mean?
Wen Ruan looked into the banquet hall, and saw the gray-haired man holding a wine glass, so conspicuous in the crowd that people couldn't ignore it.

(End of this chapter)