Little Runaway Wife: President, Please Stop

"It doesn't matter," Dongfang Shijin stretched out his hand and invisibly stopped the horse who was about to touch the gun.

When the horse looked over, he saw that the face of the Oriental world brocade was cold and the chin was a cold and firm arc.

The silent light in his eyes was like ice.

"Turin is our specially invited guest. Sit wherever you like. It's just an appetizer," Dongfang Shijin replied with a cold smile and sat down next to him.

Ma Zi was slightly stunned, but he saw the cold eyes of Dongfang Shijin, and he could also know what Dongfang Shijin was thinking

Although he doesn't know what the Oriental world brocade is going to do, with his understanding of the Oriental world brocade... He will not tolerate this contempt.

The horse took a step back.

The servant in the back stepped forward and poured wine into the Oriental world brocade in a pure ancient silver wine pot.

The aged wine is rich in dark purple liquid. It is contained in an ancient silver glass. There are carved patterns on the outside of the glass, which feels old.

The servants also gave to Lin Man.

Turin reached out his hand, took the glass and drank the hot wine.

"Pa -"

The wine glass fell on the table and made an indistinct sound.

Turin didn't ask the reason why Dongfang Shijin invited him here at all - or maybe Lin didn't pay attention to any reason.

Dongfang Shijin didn't use chopsticks.

Du Lin reached out his hand and ate two roast chicken legs without paying any attention. Then he wiped his hand on the nearby napkin, picked up a knife and fork and cut the steak on his plate.

"Today I want to see the skill of the Turin knight. I don't know if I can?"

"With you?" he sneered contemptuously, cutting the steak in the fat man's rough behavior.

"Of course it's not me," Dongfang Shijin smiled coldly. "My skill is just mole ants in the eyes of Turin knights. Of course, it's a professional knight, which will be many times better than me."

“……”

There was an evil radian on Turin's lips. Obviously, in front of him, the arrogant Turin didn't pay attention to anyone, because there was only one Lord, the Oriental master, and he didn't obey others at all.

These words of Dongfang Shijin are obviously useful.

"Of course, it's time to move your muscles and bones after drinking and eating," said Turin, cutting the steak in his hand and suddenly stopping. "I don't mind showing you... Bloody scenes."

“……”

Dongfang Shijin's face is still a cold but polite smile. It seems that he is very humble, but in fact

The hand of the Oriental world brocade under the table has green veins.

He turned his head slightly and gave orders to the horse.

The horse nodded and backed out.

“……”

Turin didn't care. He ate the food in front of him and never paid attention to anything.

He didn't care about knights, but in his eyes, no one could beat him. If there was an opponent - then maybe Gondor was one? His own brother.

But when Gondor was 18, he personally pressed Gondor's face into the burning brazier and laughed at him for smelling like a roasted whole sheep.

This is Gondor's hard wound - Gondor will be silent only if he mentions it.