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Chapter 983 What kind of man do you think Young Master Li belongs to?
Both Li Xinyou and Zhong Shaoqing twitched the corners of their mouths. Seeing Jiang Caiyun like that, it didn't look like a good drink.

However, Jiang Caiyun picked up the food box again and drank several more sips.

Seeing that she was drinking happily, Lin Zitong asked again, "Chicken soup, isn't it delicious?"

Jiang Caiyun smiled and gritted her teeth in her heart: "It's delicious!"

"Drink more if it tastes good!" Lin Zitong couldn't help laughing as he said, but laughing in this kind of situation would spoil the atmosphere too much.

Jiang Caiyun's heart was broken, and she bit the bullet and finished the chicken soup in the food box, her face turned pale.

Zhong Shaoqing kindly asked, "Miss Jiang, are you okay?"

"I'm going to go to the bathroom." Jiang Caiyun was quick to wit, found an excuse, and disappeared.

Numb, I want to vomit!

Originally, there was Jiang Caiyun, a living treasure, enlivening the atmosphere here.

As soon as the person left, the surrounding air pressure dropped a bit.

Lin Zitong drank the chicken soup in the insulated box until there was no drop left, and closed the insulated box: "I'm going to the bathroom too."

Of course, she wanted to see Jiang Caiyun.

See if she's playing dumb.

Gone, of course, will not come back.

As soon as this excuse came out, the two big men didn't have the nerve to stop her.

Before Lin Zitong went to the bathroom, he saw Jiang Caiyun standing alone in front of the sink retching.

It looked like he wanted to spit out all the chicken soup he drank before.

She couldn't help being a little speechless. Isn't it because the traditional Chinese medicine has a stronger smell, and it's not poisonous? As for the disgust?

However, one doubt has been confirmed.

This woman turned out to be pretending to be crazy.

She just said, how can a fool come to act?

Those who play idiots in film and television dramas have much higher IQs than ordinary people.

Seemingly aware of someone coming, Jiang Caiyun raised her lowered head and glanced at the mirror.

When she saw the figure reflected in the mirror, her eyelashes trembled slightly.

Lin Zitong didn't know if it was his own illusion, the light in the other party's eyes in the mirror seemed to be poisoned.

She was terrified and wanted to leave.

"Lin Zitong."

Jiang Caiyun's voice was so cold that there was no warmth behind him: "Let's talk."

This tone, this attitude, and this voice are completely different from the woman in front of Li Xinyou and Zhong Shaoqing just now.

Who said that Jiang Caiyun's acting skills are not good?
Isn't that great!
It can be attacked or accepted or loli, cute or defensive or funny.

It's like playing different roles every minute!
Lin Zitong turned around, thinking, Jiang Caiyun would not do anything to her on this set.

This sink is shared by the men's and women's toilets and belongs to the public area.

It's noon now, everyone is eating boxed lunches, and there are few people coming to the bathroom, but it doesn't mean there are none.

Maybe someone will come soon.

Anyway, we won't be talking for long, so let's talk to her a little bit.

Let's hear what Jiang Caiyun wants to tell her.

She was also curious.

Jiang Caiyun's expression was light and indifferent, and her tone was a bit deep: "There are two kinds of men's hearts that are the most rare in the world. One is to build a heart wall high and never easily fall in love with any woman; the other is to read thousands of sails. After looking at the spring scenery among the flowers, I only want to stick to one person. What kind of man do you think Li Shao belongs to?"

Li Shao?

Lin Zitong was a little surprised when he heard her address.

Isn't Jiang Caiyun's name is Xinyou, why did she change her name to Young Master Li?
'Xinyou' is like a friendly address among friends, but it would be a little respectful and flattering for Young Master Li.

However, Lin Zitong's calling Li Xinyou and Li Shao was not a title of respect, let alone flattery.

(End of this chapter)