After breaking up, he cried and begged me to go back

Thank you Mr. Ren.

Jiang Chenyi said this sentence N times, when he was touched he expressed his sincerity, when he was sad he intentionally satirized, and when he was deeply hurt, he said it out of his heart.

It's just that memories disturbed all his thoughts, this time he blurted out inadvertently after getting used to it.

Seeing that Ren Xiaoyan's eye circles were terribly red, the manager thought he had offended him, so he hurriedly explained: "Boss Ren, don't be angry, Xiao Jiang is a foreigner, and he is not used to calling him Boss. People there, when they see the boss, they always call him President, which makes them taller! "

"Oh? Outsider? I'm also an outsider. Tell me where?"

The light in Ren Xiaoyan's eyes suddenly became deep and sharp, and a few sparks of interest sparked up, like shooting stars suddenly flowing across the sky in the dark night, even the tails of the eyes were brilliantly brilliant.

"Yancheng." Jiang Chenyi immediately lied.

The manager who didn't know the truth told the truth: "Ningdu."

"laugh!"

Ren Xiaoyan curled up her lips and let out a laugh, her brows and eyes were sleepy for a moment, like a bright sun climbing up the sky, instantly waving away all the haze in the sky and the earth.

He casually threw a stack of money to the manager: "You have nothing to do here, you can go out first."

The manager didn't know what he said wrong, but seeing him smile, it should be a good thing, took the money and left happily, and didn't forget to pat Jiang Chenyi on the shoulder, signaling him to behave well.

The little handsome man was unhappy, quite unhappy, raised Erlang's legs and frowned to remind: "Xiao Yan, let's go back to playing, we have to have a degree."

Ren Xiaoyan glanced at him, and said in a neutral tone: "If you don't want to play, go back to the hotel first."

The thin lips circled by the scumbag beard lightly curved, this tone, this attitude, just like Ren Xiaoyan's self seven years later.

Heh, boy, your skin is in vain. I have tied up Ren Xiaoyan for seven or eight years!

How long have you been here?

As if feeling Jiang Chenyi's playful gaze, the little handsome boy became angry, and hooked Ren Xiaoyan's neck coquettishly: "Xiaoyan, I can't sleep without you!"

Jiang Chenyi secretly complained: Fortunately, I can't sleep at night like him, and sleep soundly!

Ren Xiaoyan seemed to see Jiang Chenyi's thoughts, and cast an ambiguous glance with his squinted eyes, and slapped the little handsome boy on the buttocks: "Hey, you go back first!"

The little handsome boy was taken aback for a moment, then pouted and acted coquettishly: "No, I want you to accompany me..."

"go back!"

Ren Xiaoyan suddenly became impatient and turned up the volume!

"Humph!"

The little handsome man stood up angrily, swayed his posture and raised his orchid finger and walked away, one step at a time.

Feeling Ren Xiaoyan likes this kind of stuff?

They were the only ones left in the dimly lit box.

One was wearing a silver fox mask and his back was straight, and the other was rubbing his chin with deep eyes, which seemed to be a smile that was not a smile.

The blurred fragments of light that flickered and flickered fell down, refracting ripples of light on the wine and fruit plate on the table, which dazzled both the eyes and the hearts of the people.

Ren Xiaoyan was not in a hurry, first poured wine for Jiang Chenyi, smiled and downed one cup after another, pretending that he was also from Yancheng, but grew up in Ningdu, and said some oblique words that people could not understand.

It wasn't until Jiang Chenyi couldn't drink anymore and begged for mercy that he grabbed the remote control to turn off the music and the revolving lights, and turned on the brightest headlight, and the whole private room was brightened instantly.

The atmosphere has become extremely strange.

It seems that there are countless little ghosts with sharp teeth and sharp mouths lingering in the air invisible, blowing cool air on your ears.

The man suddenly changed his aura, crossed his arms, put on the back of the sofa, and casually pulled the feet of Cheng Liang's leather shoes, erecting Erlang's legs floatingly.Shrinking his pupils, a pair of deep eyes concealed murderous intent, and ordered: "Take off the mask!"

"President Ren..."

Jiang Chenyi was embarrassed: "It's the rule here that the mask can't be taken off, besides, I was born ugly, if I scare you, I'm afraid it won't be good..."

The man didn't speak, twisted his neck and threw a wad of money at him.

Jiang Chenyi didn't move, nor did he go to pick up the money.

The man just pushed the whole pile of money over.

Jiang Chenyi remained unmoved.

The man was rough: "You mean, let me do it myself?"

Jiang Chenyi had tasted the evil consequences of these words countless times, knowing that the ending would be tragic, but he comforted himself: Jiang Chenyi, now is different from the past, he has no right to mess around anymore, you have already broken up!

You owe nothing to each other!

"I'm sorry, Mr. Ren, the rules here cannot be broken."

An resisted the arrogant heartbeat, Jiang Chenyi said in a low voice, I really hope that at this time, I can have a face full of pockmarks or just casually disfigure my face!

Damn, in the future when you have money, you must go to the whole face, so even if you don't wear a mask, it is impossible for Ren Xiaoyan to recognize herself!

"Rules, Jiang Chenyi, you dare to say rules in front of me?" The man suddenly tore his face!

"President Ren, I don't understand what you're talking about..." Jiang Chenyi remained calm, pretending to be confused while pretending to understand.

The man didn't want to play tricks on him anymore, he jumped up suddenly, quickly pushed him onto the sofa, his fingertips touched the withered beard under the mask, and his eyes were ruthless: "Jiang Chenyi, last chance, you Do you want me to do it myself?"

Jiang Chenyi almost forgot that this man had won the championship in the League of Nations boxing match.

"President Ren, please let me go..."

It's like a humble begging in the face of dying.

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