Mr Lu,You are my taste!

Just after dinner, Du Yuqing left on the pretext of discomfort. Zhou zean shrugged and left.

Zhao Jian looks at Ji Rufeng, who has a bad face, and sighs in her heart. She used to be most afraid that men would not love themselves sincerely, as her mother said. But now she finds that people who love themselves sincerely are also very distressed, two at a time, sweet distress.

"I don't think you ate much just now, or I'll take you to a snack? Do you want to try some of London's snacks? "

Looking at her flattering herself, Ji Rufeng has some helplessness.

"No more."

In fact, he didn't know what he was annoyed with. Du Yuqing's love for Zhao Jian? Ever care for Zhao Jian? Would you rather be under pressure for three years than talk to Zhao Jian about her deep love?

Perhaps, he was just annoyed at the past of Zhao Jian and Du Yuqing, who he had never participated in.

"Come on, let's go for a walk."

Zhao Jian shakes Ji Rufeng's hand and drags him out of the door.

The restaurant is not far from Zhao Jian's residence, and it's only half an hour's walk, so when they come, they just walk over.

As the night wind blows, Zhao Jian is a little cold. She can't help shrinking her neck, but the injury on her neck can't help hissing.

Ji Rufeng frowned, "pulling hurt?"

"It's OK. It doesn't hurt." Under the streetlight, she smiles at him. In distinguishing how to get closer, Ji Rufeng grabs her hand and says, "let's go home."

She turned her head in surprise, "really don't eat?"

"No Neck aches to still eat everywhere like this, how is the heart so big?

Zhao Jian didn't know what he thought in his heart. She thought he was still angry with her and Du Yuqing. She followed him and shut up.

After walking for a moment, Ji Rufeng suddenly stopped and looked at her, "wait for you to go, OK?"

Zhao Jian Leng for a while, flurried to nod, "OK."

"Then don't be angry." He raised his hand and scraped her nose.

Zhao Jian

Who's angry?

Aren't you angry?

Ji Rufeng took off her coat and put it on for her. She took her hand and went home together.

What about the past? He still has a lot of future!

Ji Rufeng seems to have found a lot of confidence when he comes back home

That night, 2 a.m. London time.

A man in a black windbreaker and two people stood in front of an alley. When the lights came from a distance, the three people didn't move until the car slowly came near. When the driver stretched out his head to curse, the leader moved.

Several darts to the driver, from the falling window neatly opened the door, and then the driver pulled down by the collar, slammed on the ground.

The driver faltered twice and fell heavily to the ground, landing on his face.

Immediately, the man came to him, and it was a beating and kicking.

The other two went to the car, took the key, found the mobile phone, and threw them into the puddle not far away.

There is no one else in the car, the driver is the owner.

And the owner is Zhao Cheng.

"Who are you?" Zhao Chengshi is afraid of being beaten. Whether it's the injury he suffered in Nanjiang, or Zhao Jian's subsequent attack on him for several times, it's all a real fist without any water. Especially after being a lame for so long, he doesn't want to be a wheelchair any more.

The voice falls at the same time, his neck is pinched suddenly, slender five fingers at the moment like a claw caught his neck.

In the dark night, the man who was holding him had a smile and showed eight white teeth with full malice.

"Last time I had a hand, Mr. Zhao didn't seem to be good at it."