813: C813 A Man Is Handsome When He Pays

C813 A Man Is Handsome When He Pays

"I'm not hungry. " Xia Qian was listless. She was not energetic, but she was not hungry because her stomach was filled with anger. How could she escape today?

"I'm really not hungry?" Shen Kai raised his eyebrows and laughed.

Xia Qian nodded. "I'm really not hungry. " If she did not eat, could she not not pay? She did not have money now, but she had to pay for her life.

Shen Kai raised his hand and beckoned, "Pay the bill. "

Xia Qian suddenly wanted to go to the toilet again. The money in this bag was only 70 RMB.

But she was happy to find that Shen Kai took out a black wallet and opened it. He took out a card, put his index and middle fingers together, and handed it to the waiter. "Card card. "

The waiter did not feel surprised when Xia Qian said she wanted to pay and now Shen Kai bought it. There were many men who paid the bill. It seemed that these two were not husband and wife yet.

Xia Qian suddenly felt very pleased with Shen Kai. She admired his action of taking out his wallet and pulling out his credit card. She repeatedly asked herself in her heart. Hey, tell me, why is this man's action of taking out money so beautiful? Why does it make people feel so unrestrained? It's really too "tyrant," not bad.

Xia Qian had unknowingly picked up her chopsticks and picked up a piece of fluffy Winter Melon Ball. Wow, this taste is really not bad. This soup must have been hung with an old chicken soup, and the pineapple must have been the freshest. This wintermelon pulp is sticky and won't rot. It's still tasteless, my God. The culinary skills of this restaurant are really good. The wintermelon can cook the taste of wild animals. It was even the taste of the Level 2 country's 0 protected animals. It was not inferior to those things at all.

To be able to eat such a thing at this price, it was simply worth it.

It was very cost-effective!

Shen Kai looked at Xia Qian with interest as she ate while intoxicated. He had an impulse to hug her belly.

Just as Xia Qian was sweeping away the delicacies on the table like a whirlwind, the waiter came over with a card reader and asked Shen Kai to pass the password.

When Shen Kai lost the password, the waiter consciously looked in another direction to show that he did not secretly glance at the customer's safety and funding.

The sound of a card machine cracking slowly came out. The waiter tore it off and handed it to Shen Kai. Shen Kai took it and signed.

As he watched Xia Qian eat, he said, "Eat slowly. I'm already full. I won't fight with you. "

Xia Qian felt that a man like Shen Kai was an outstanding man. He had a sharp mouth and a soft heart. At this time, he really cared about people. Sigh, it made people want to blush.

But when Xia Qian finished eating and took out a tissue to wipe her mouth, Shen Kai pushed the bill in front of Xia Qian. "Luo. Look at the amount. I just took a picture. You should pay for the cost of this meal, but I don't think you brought your bag with you today. So first, pay me back the cash. Yes. "

Xia Qian looked at the credit card of the "Industrial and Commercial Bank" in front of her and had an impulse to kick it. . .

Ye Er's pain after anesthesia lasted for a few hours and it was not very loud. She just kept moaning from time to time. She grunted and Jiang Zhao could not fall asleep at all. He asked the nurse and the nurse said it was normal. She prescribed some sedative medicine and took it. Even if she fell asleep, she would grumble.

Even if Ye Er fell asleep, Jiang Zhao would still ask a few times, "Yunye, it hurts, isn't it?"

The woman ignored him for a long time before he fell asleep again.

It was still a little early at six o'clock. Jiang Zhao's alarm clock was at half past six, but Zhuang Yichen's phone rang like it was about to take his life. It rang again and again. Twice.

After ringing three times, Jiang Zhao picked up the phone. If he had known earlier, he would have turned off his phone. He would not have cared about anyone else's business.

"Brother Zhao, are you awake?"

"No. "

"Get up, Zhao Yinghao said. It's very important. I don't want you to lose anything. Hurry up. I'm in the parking lot of the hospital where sister-in-law is staying. I'm just going to wash up and come down. I'll wait for you in the car. Block B, number 15. "

Zhuang Yichen hung up the phone after he finished speaking. He didn't want to delay Jiang Zhao from washing up.

Jiang Zhao heard that Zhuang Yichen was a person who could be counted on one's fingers when joking.

So serious?

If it was that serious, why didn't anyone in his family inform him?1

His movements were considered light when he got up. He went into the bathroom, brushed his teeth, washed his face, and shaved. When the electric razor moved under his chin, Jiang Zhao was somewhat lost in thought. He carefully recalled what had happened recently.

Chen Tong?

Chen Tong noticed that the person behind Zhuang Yichen was him? So he did something else? Zhuang Yichen was not such a careless person.

It did not make sense!

Zhuang Yichen?

Because his secret dealings with Zhuang Yichen had finally been discovered after all these years?

Both he and Zhuang Yichen were very careful. It was impossible for a peerless beauty to be in such a secret place. Even if she occasionally greeted and chatted in public, it was still within the scope of normal.

It did not make sense!

The matter of his two companies?

The two companies were still under the name of his mother, Qin Zhen. Not to mention that his mother had always been with him. It was not strange to have two more companies, let alone those with average family backgrounds. They later took a high position and also used the government's resources to let their family register their companies to earn money.

For a company like him, as long as he didn't admit it, no one could do anything about it!

Other than the two employees, he did not interact with anyone else. How could anything happen to them?

It didn't work!

After cleaning up a few times, he put on a shirt, a sweater, and a suit. He then looked into the mirror in the closet and looked at his hairstyle. After tidying up, he took his briefcase and went to work. When he went out, he found the nurse on duty and asked her to keep an eye on his wife's room. He was about to go to work.

After giving instructions, he pressed the elevator and went downstairs. He went to the parking lot, District B. When he saw Number 15, he walked over.

He opened the door of the backseat car and sat inside.

Zhuang Yichen did not waste half a second. He handed the newspaper to Jiang Zhao. "Look at this. I came out early. I think it's the earliest group of people who bought newspapers in this area. You have to think about this. What should we do?"

Jiang Zhao took the newspaper and looked at Zhuang Yichen's side profile. When he sat back down, he still looked at Zhuang Yichen. He should have read the newspaper immediately, but he knew the importance of the situation. He needed to divert his attention to sort it out.

He crossed his legs. He leaned back and opened the newspaper leisurely.

He held his breath. Ouyang Yan got into his car yesterday, and then he drove her back to North Apartment. Ouyang Yan stood outside his car door. It was as if she was waiting for him. Without Ye Er. . .

The most important thing was that the two of them were childhood sweethearts. They went to the same school together and later confirmed their relationship. After Ouyang Yan returned to Haicheng, she moved into his apartment in the north of the city and did not move out after marriage.

There was also one time when he seemed to be drunk. It was Ouyang Yan who brought him to North Apartment.

There were photos and incidents. Some did not seem to be very detailed, but the key points were that the words were used to be ambiguous and ambiguous. It made people have to let their imagination run wild. For example, one month, one day, the two of them came out of a restaurant at the same time and drove the two back to North Apartment. The two of them helped each other up the stairs until the editor left. No one left first.

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