roccoschili Chapter 131 Tacit understanding
Chapter 131 Tacit understanding
Nian Zhi's face froze, and he swallowed the next words naturally.
After moving her hands, she picked up the knife and fork beside her and thought about it, what does it mean just to watch him eat?
Everyone is sitting down anyway, so let’s wait until he finishes eating.
Just when he was about to cut the knife and fork tightly, a strange male voice suddenly came from behind him, with a bit of flattery, "Hey, Mr. Lan, what a coincidence, Mr. Song and I came here to talk about something, and I didn't expect that we would meet each other." Mr. Lan."
Nian Zhizhi buzzed at the back of his head, and the movements in his hands froze. Without turning around, he could feel the familiar, strong, masculine aura behind him, approaching inch by inch.
Ye Jinglan raised his head, picked up the napkin on the side, wiped the corners of his lips, raised his eyebrows and glanced at the two men standing opposite. Finally, his eyes fell on Nian Zhi's face, and he could see her nervousness and uneasiness. He narrowed his eyes, with a hint of coldness at the corner of his mouth, and said the following words to the man who took the initiative to say hello, "Mr. Wu, what a coincidence, are you and Mr. Song coming here for dinner?"
"Yes, it's such a coincidence that I happened to meet you, Mr. Lan."
Although Mr. Wu also knew the rumors that Ye Jinglan and Song Wenjing were not getting along, they were rumors after all. Besides, no matter what Mr. Ye said, it was still the two brothers. He came to discuss business with Song Wenjing, but when he saw Ye Jinglan, he thought He couldn't help but say hello, and immediately his eyes turned and landed on Nian Zhi's face.
His eyes lit up, and he said hurriedly: "This must be Mr. Lan's wife, right? Hello, Mrs. Ye."
When Nian Zhi's name was called, her scalp was really numb. She held the knife and fork a little harder and screamed in her heart——
City C is really small, why did we meet Song Wenjing?
She had to raise a generous smile, put down the knife and fork in her hand, stood up slowly, politely stretched out her hand, and shook hands with Mr. Wu in a symbolic way, "Hello."
At a glance, he inevitably came into contact with Song Wenjing's deep eyes.
With his hands in his trouser pockets, he stood there with a long body, only a few steps away from him. Under the illumination of the crystal lamps in the restaurant, his delicate facial features showed a bit of charm, but his brows were clearly stern. , the thin lips were slightly pursed, giving people a sharp feeling, and there was a bit of a smile in the depths of the seemingly calm eyes.
Nian Zhi's heart trembled slightly, and she felt an inexplicable guilty conscience.
"Since it's such a coincidence, why not sit down and have a meal together?"
Nian Zhi's back stiffened and her scalp became numb. She subconsciously turned around and glanced at Ye Jinglan, who was sitting opposite.
He curled up the corners of his lips, held the knife and fork in one hand, and played with it casually, but his eyes looked directly at Song Wenjing's.
The two men have the same blood flowing through their bodies, and they seem to have a similar aura in their bones. Whether they are calm and reserved, or unruly, they are both tainted with the word "domineering".
Nian Zhi frowned, her hands hanging by her sides, subconsciously holding the corners of her clothes, her eyes flickering, still expecting Song Wenjing to say "not interested" very arrogantly.
It's just that she was disappointed——
Song Wenjing's deep eyes glanced over Nian Zhi's stiff little face, and for a moment, she raised her eyebrows and said cheerfully: "Since it's such a coincidence that I met General Manager Ye here, I No objection. If we have dinner together, we can discuss the current projects we are cooperating with Mr. Wu."
He said, beckoning and asking the waiter to add two more seats.
It’s just that Song Wenjing and Mr. Wu seemed a little embarrassed to sit there——
Nian Zhi and Ye Jinglan were sitting across from each other. It was originally a four-person table. There was no problem with two more people, but there was a problem with where these two people should sit.
Naturally, Mr. Wu did not dare to sit next to Nian Zhi openly, so it would be even more inappropriate for the remaining Song Wenjing to sit down. Nian Zhi is not a fool. When she saw the situation, she frowned even more. Although she was extremely unwilling, at this time, it seemed that she was the only one who stood up, took her coat and handbag, and went to Ye Jinglan walked by.
He said politely, "I'll change seats. Mr. Gu... Mr. Wu, please sit down."
Ye Jinglan raised his eyebrows. He was quite satisfied with Nian Zhi's approach. He even reached out and pushed the untouched plate of steak in front of Nian Zhi to his side.
However, Nian Zhi's mind is not on the steak. She is now thinking about how to get away better.
The four of them sat down again. Mr. Wu sat in front of Ye Jinglan, while Song Wenjing sat in front of Nian Zhi.
Nian Zhi felt indescribably embarrassed. There was Ye Jinglan next to her and Song Wenjing opposite her - she felt like she couldn't see her when she looked up.
I had no appetite originally, but now I feel like I'm sitting on pins and needles, and I don't even have the desire to hold a knife and fork.
Fortunately, Mr. Wu was a talker. As soon as he sat down, he started chattering about some things about the cooperation between the two companies. Nian Zhi seemed to understand some of these things. After all, he didn't have much time to join Ye's family, and this She didn't seem to have had any involvement in the project, so she couldn't intervene at the moment.
Basically, Mr. Wu is talking, and then Song Wenjing interjects a few words from time to time. Ye Jinglan only speaks when Song Wenjing interrupts. In fact, it sounds like he is echoing Song Wenjing's words, but anyone who is a little thoughtful knows that Ye Jinglan Every word was provocative and made it clear that Song Wenjing was not convinced.
Mr. Wu immediately made a calculation in his mind. It seemed that the rumors that the two brothers were at odds were probably true.
However, Song Wenjing was actually a son with a dishonest reputation. Who would have expected that as soon as he came back, he would take the position of CEO of the Ye family.
Ye Jinglan has been the crown prince for more than 20 years. Everyone thinks that he is the only heir to the Ye family. Now he is being suppressed by a half-brother. Of course, he will be dissatisfied.
"I have cooperated with Mr. Ye before, and we are old friends. Mr. Song, don't worry about this project. There will be no problems."
Ye Jinglan glanced at the flattering man across from him, and the corner of his mouth curled up with a cold sarcasm, "Mr. Wu, if you calculated it before, you should have cooperated with my father, right? Now the Ye family has changed dynasties, and Mr. Song, he is Coming back from abroad, I think the cooperation method between you and my father may not be suitable for Mr. Song."
He raised his chin slightly, and his slightly provocative eyes met Song Wenjing's, "Mr. Song, tell me, am I right?"
Song Wen Jingxin's long body leaned deeply on the seat, and her long legs overlapped gracefully. Hearing this, Junrong could not see much expression, but he took out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and placed it on the table. He pointed his slender fingers at the cigarette case at hand, and suddenly looked at Nian Zhi across from him. In a low voice, he asked in a very gentlemanly manner: "Is that okay?"
Nian Zhi had actually lowered her head the whole time, so she didn't see Song Wenjing's action just now, but for some reason, she seemed to have expected that he was saying to her even without raising her head. of.
She unexpectedly raised her eyes, and in an instant, her slightly panicked eyes met those deep eyes.
Nian Zhi's heart trembled, and she subconsciously clenched the knife and fork in her hand. Not knowing what he just said, she nodded casually.
Song Wenjing raised her eyebrows, reached out and smoked a cigarette for herself, put it in her mouth, lit it, and squinted one eye. Through the smoke, his vision seemed a little dazed, but also seemed to be a bit playful.
After a moment, he took over what Ye Jinglan had just said, with a low tone, as indifferent as ever, "Whether it is appropriate or not is not something that others can actually feel. Whether it is cooperation or other things, the two of us can't tell. The tacit understanding between individuals is actually only those who really care about each other deep down in their hearts, and this is the clearest thing."