100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 67 A Joyful Reunion

A refined-looking man walked in.

"Boss Yun, you're late."

"Come, come, take a seat!"

"But we've been waiting for ages!"

For a few seconds, Yun Qingjue was frozen in place, unable to move at all. Why was she here? What was her relationship with Jian Qizhao?

The answer was clearly in his heart, but he simply refused to believe it.

Jin Huan only glanced up at the beginning, then continued eating on her own, paying no extra attention to Yun Qingjue whatsoever.

"Miss, what would you like to drink?" "An iced Coke, please."

"Ok."

"Huan'er, you?" Yun Qingjue tried his best to keep his tone calm, even though his heart was in turmoil. Adults always want to maintain some dignity.

However, Jian Qizhao was the first to react to such an intimate address.

His grip on the wine glass tightened considerably.

"What a coincidence." She smiled and said to Yun Qingjue, "What a coincidence," and then continued eating. In Jin Huan's eyes, Yun Qingjue at this moment was really not as good as the pistachio that Jian Qizhao peeled for her.

Yun Qingjue didn't get the answer she wanted, but there was no need to keep asking now, so she could only sit down.

However, no one present was a fool. They knew that Boss Yun and the beauty had a story, but the beauty's man was President Jian. This relationship was very delicate, and no one dared to speak first, for fear of saying the wrong thing and incurring bad luck.

Jian Qizhao remained composed and unhurried, as if unaware of the unspoken words between the two: "Mr. Yun, you are a rare guest."

"Mr. Jian, you're too kind!" Over the past few years, Yun Qingjue, as a raw material supplier, has indeed provided decorative items for many of Jian Qizhao's luxury homes.

After a brief exchange of pleasantries, most of the dishes had been served.

The waiter brought over some iced cola and poured some into Jin Huan's wine glass, where bubbles rose and gurgled.

To be honest, she doesn't like drinking it like that. The point of drinking cola is the fizz. With such a big opening, all the fizz escapes, and it doesn't taste good at all.

She tugged at Jian Qizhao's pants under the table.

"What's wrong?" He lowered his head and looked at her gently.

"I want a canned iced cola, with a straw," she whispered in Jian Qizhao's ear.

Their affectionate display has broken the hearts of countless people.

Yun Qingjue smiled and tightened her grip on the chopsticks in her hand!

Jian Qizhao gently patted her head, then raised his hand to call the waiter over, asking him to get a bottle of chilled liquor and a straw as well.

The waiter should be attentive.

If it were in the past, people would probably have started making a fuss or gossiping.

But today, there was silence.

Even the bosses who are usually the most unconventional became unusually refined in their dining manners tonight.

"What are your plans for the project in the North District, Mr. Cai?" Too much silence wouldn't be good, and Jian Qizhao knew the problem lay with the girl beside him, so he had to speak first to ease the tension.

“It’s the same old bidding process.” Mr. Cai smiled, but his smile quickly faded.

Jin Huan kept staring at Jian Qizhao while he was talking to her.

Mr. Cai is almost forty years old. What kind of storms hasn't he seen? But today, when he met Jin Huan's gaze, he felt completely out of sorts and was extremely flustered.

"President Cai, President Cai!" Jian Qizhao had no choice but to call him several more times.

After speaking haltingly to Jian Qizhao, President Cai lowered his head, his face completely flushed!

Jian Qizhao put all the pistachios in his hand onto the plate, and Jin Huan then lowered her head and happily ate her food, having no time to look at anyone else.

Mr. Cai's language function system was then restored.

Everyone started chatting.

Most business people like to discuss business over meals. After a few drinks, they clink glasses, and that's how friendships develop.

"Mr. Jian, is something good coming your way this year?" asked Mr. Wang, who was sitting opposite him, with an unlit cigarette between his fingers.

Jian Qizhao glanced at Yun Qingjue subtly, then chuckled and spoke.