President,you are sick,needs to be cured!

Because the identity of the guest tonight is unusual, Shen Bi also attaches great importance to it. Every ingredient and dish is carefully selected by Shen Bi.

As Mrs. Wen, she is undoubtedly smart and knows how to make Wen Shihao shine in front of outsiders.

The table is full of dishes. It's really saving face.

At this time, Shen Bi naturally had to say something politely: "when I first met, I didn't know the usual tastes of Mr. Shang and Mr. Shang Shao, so I ordered the servant to do some casually, and I hope you two don't dislike it."

Wen Zhou sits upright and clever, continues to play the background board, but his eyes fall on a table in front of him.

In order to study the new painting, she racked her brains and spent a lot of effort these days. Although she finally didn't find the feeling she wanted and draw a satisfactory painting, she was really treated badly by the five zang organs temple after a busy day.

Therefore, she wants to comfort the badly treated five zang organs temple.

Wen Xinting usually doesn't dare to eat more in order to maintain her figure. She will also strictly control her diet. She is not interested in the rich food in front of her, but a pair of eyes fall on Shang Jing's face wearing a mask from time to time.

No matter how much Shang Jing likes wearing a mask, it's impossible not to take it off at dinner.

Today, she will look at the true face that makes all women fantasize about what it looks like.

Mr. Shang lived in the war years when he was young. At that time, he ate and drank to fill his stomach. Moreover, it was a luxury to fill his stomach at that time. Naturally, he had no requirements for food.

Looking at the table full of dishes, he said, "Mrs. Wen has bothered."

Shen Bi smiled: "don't bother. Compared with Mr. Shang and Mr. Shang, I have less busy things on weekdays. This is a small thing within my power."

Wen Shihao picked up chopsticks: "Mr. Shang, Mr. Shang Shao, have dinner."

Shang Jingguo also picked up chopsticks. After a while, he noticed that everyone's eyes fell on Shang Jing's motionless face.

Wen Xinting pinched a thin soft voice and stared at the unused dishes and chopsticks in front of Shang Jing. His eyes were affectionate: "Shang Shao, don't you eat?"

Shang Jing's face was expressionless: "...."

He has always cherished words like gold.

Often at this time, Yunyi wisely stood up: "Shang Shao had eaten it before he came."

Not really.

This is only a polite and very soulless answer.

In fact, Shang Jing has rules not to eat out.

Wen Shihao's face changed slightly.

He often socializes outside. Even if he has used it outside sometimes, he will take a few bites to show his face. Therefore, his figure will slowly go out of shape. Up to now, he has changed from the previous standard figure to a middle-aged uncle with a belly.

In his opinion, Shang Jing's behavior is undoubtedly very impolite.

But who gives people power, power, impolite and arrogant capital?

Shang Jingguo knew that once Shang Jing made a decision, he would not change his temper, so he had to make an end of it: "President Wen, Mrs. Wen, Shang Jing has this temper, you don't care. We'll have dinner first. After dinner, we'll have to discuss the wedding later. "

As soon as he talked about the marriage, Wen Shihao and Shen Bi changed their faces immediately. As for this unpleasant episode, it immediately passed.

After dinner, Wen Zhou continued to act as a background board.

Wen Shihao's topic is nothing more than that he is very grateful to Mr. Shang for remembering the engagement. Moreover, he obviously agrees with this marriage. He agrees that he can't wait for Shang Jing to hold a wedding with Wen Xinting tomorrow.

But Wen Shihao could not show his mind too clearly. He said, "I understand Mr. Shang's meaning and I don't object to the marriage. But I think since there is still time before Mr. Shang's wedding date, it's better to let Mr. Shang have more contact with the court first."

Two young people who had never met were suddenly told that marriage always takes time to cultivate their feelings.

Shang Jing raised her eyes, her amber eyes moved slightly, and suddenly looked at Wen Zhou: "your name is this?"

Wen Zhou: "