Host, You're Targeted

"Don't talk while you're eating." Cheng Hui patiently cuts the steak, "talk after eating, eat and sleep."

Yan Xiunian silently shut his mouth to speak, took the vegetables into the bowl, and then opened his mouth to eat in silence.

There was a strange silence in the box. Two expressionless people sat upright facing a table of rich dishes.

About ten minutes later, Cheng Hui put down his chopsticks, picked up the napkin and wiped the oil on his mouth gracefully.

Looking at Cheng Hui in the opposite direction, Yan Xiunian knew that he had finished eating and wanted to speak. He quickly solved the food in the bowl, wiped his mouth and leaned back on the back of his chair.

"Finished, can we start now?" Yan Xiunian asked.

Cheng Hui is probably suffering from Prince's disease. After eating, he wipes his mouth and cleans all ten fingers of his hands with a wet paper towel.

Yan Xiunian looked at him speechless, waiting for the young master to finish the finishing work after dinner.

But the eldest young master just wiped the oil off his hands, put down his paper towel and looked up at Yan Xiunian.

After two people looked at each other for about three seconds, Cheng Hui opened his mouth in Yan Xiunian's strange look at the mentally retarded and said, "first of all, let me sort out the issues I want to talk to you today."

This familiar tone and familiar way of speaking

In his heart, Yan Xiunian slapped the Little Wang Ba on the opposite side.

Cheng Hui turns a deaf ear to Yan Xiunian's bitter eyes, hands clasped on the table, posing as a negotiation.

"For the 25 years before that, I had lived well, and I had never seen a cat in a stranger's house naked. I think about it carefully. It all started when I saved the black cat you adopted. I knew you at that time. So our question now is, what if I will become a cat in the next few days? Do you need to sign a confidentiality agreement with me as the only informed person? "

Yan Xiunian poured himself a glass of orange juice. He took a few sips in Cheng Hui's indifferent eyes, and deliberately smashed his lips.

Cheng Hui stops after saying a few words. He originally wanted to see if Yan Xiunian had any reaction. Who knows that Yan Xiunian not only has no reaction, but also challenges him.

"Second." Cheng Hui sipped the corners of his convulsive mouth for a moment before continuing, "I don't know you very well, so I want to know if you'd like to sit down and talk to me about these issues."

Yan Xiunian put down the orange juice. Even though his face was paralyzed, he was angry and laughed at Cheng Hui's words.

He pulled up the corner of his mouth with a sneering smile and asked, "you have brought me here to feed my stomach, and now you still ask me if I would like to talk to you? If I say I don't want to, you can't shark me? "

When Yan Xiunian said this, Cheng Hui seemed to realize that there was something wrong with his words, and he covered his mouth with a slightly embarrassed cough.

At the right time, Yan Xiunian sends out a light smile, waiting for Cheng Hui's later words.

After so many years of muddling around, Cheng Hui didn't feel too ashamed to raise his head because of a rebuff. He took a sip of orange juice and returned to normal. He said, "in the end, I hope you can help me hide this matter. You can do it in any way."

This last point of Cheng Hui really surprised Yan Xiunian. He couldn't help but sit up straight, leaning forward on the table with one hand and approaching Cheng Hui in a low voice: "any way is OK? Big star, give potential? "