It seems that she is the owner of the car.

Jiang Wanwan said politely: "Come with the host."

"If you come to me, I am the guest." His subject-predicate relationship is very clear.

This sentence made it difficult for Jiang Wanwan to answer. The man's eyes were light, but he was as clear as watching the fire. Anyone who played tricks in front of him would be humiliating himself.

Jiang Wanwan simply made an open and honest statement: "Do you know He Chuan, the general manager of Huanya Advertising Company?"

"The people who look for He Chuan usually have two kinds of women, who want to get along with him, or are unwilling to accept it. Which one are you?"

“Not any.”

"Not now, but He Chuan will definitely let the women around him have the same ending."

The contemptuous tone made Jiang Wanwan feel a little unsatisfied, "If Mr. He refuses to help, I will be disturbed."

Jiang Wanwan was about to open the door, but He Shengting looked at the driver through the rearview mirror, and the central control was immediately locked.

"If you do charity, you can also make a name. What are the benefits of me helping you?" He Shengting looked at her leisurely, like a beast staring at her prey, thinking about where to get claws from.

Jiang Wanwan had nothing. After thinking about it, there was nothing to repay him.

Perhaps He Shengting also saw that she was poor and did not make things difficult for her, "keep the account first."

Jiang Wanwan breathed a sigh of relief and knew in her heart that this favor was owed.

The car started, and Jiang Wanwan looked at the scenery flashing outside the window, "Where are we going?"

"Aren't you going to see He Chuan?" He Shengting said casually, his eyes kept on the tablet in his hand.

It can be seen that he is very busy, with constant phone calls, and commercial special words are emerging one by one. Although the distance between the two is only a few centimeters, it makes people feel that it is beyond reach.

It is undeniable that he is a very attractive man to women.

The destination is in the suburbs. Passing through a maple forest, the car stops. This is a garden and a private restaurant.

Only a small group of people at the top of the pyramid can afford to open high-end restaurants in such scenic spots.

Jiang Wanwan had never been here, and only felt that the surroundings were elegant and clean. He took a deep breath and his restlessness was wiped out.

As soon as he looked up, he saw a maple leaf swaying and falling over He Shengting's head. He was not aware of it, and there was a little cute contrast.

Jiang Wanwan looked at it for a while and laughed out loud.

He Shengting looked at her with confusion.

Jiang Wanwan originally wanted to speak out to remind her, but in the end she restrained her fear of this cold man and stood on tiptoe to remove the fallen leaf.

He held the maple leaf and shook it in front of him, "Is this counting? I've helped you once?"

She smiled as if all the sun was gathering around, warm and brilliant.

This contained the little woman's trick. After saying that, he thought that he was not very gentle, and maybe he was in return for his ruthless ridicule.

Just as I was about to make up for a few words, he saw He Shengting nodding, "Share."

Chapter 10:

Jiang Wanwan didn't expect that he would say it according to his own words.

He Shengting seemed to accidentally take the leaves in her hand and walked into the restaurant.

The Chinese restaurant is decorated in antique style, with a plaque with "Frost Court" hanging above the door.

The stone lions on both sides are majestic, like the Eight Banners Palace.

He Shengting was quite familiar with this place, so he didn't have anyone to lead him. He led Jiang Wanwan through the moon gate and entered the second courtyard.

The private room he booked was next to a small garden. The flowers were not necessarily lush, but the pines and cypresses were green.

The arrangement of the private room is not very gorgeous, with exquisite paintings, soft and clean carpets, and homely friendly.

After sitting down, He Shengting did not be polite to her and signed up a few dishes, which Jiang Wanwan sounded familiar.

After a while, I realized that I liked to order these dishes when I entered the restaurant myself.

I didn't expect that He Shengting's taste was so similar to his own.

When the food was served, Jiang Wanwan was not used to sitting alone with He Shengting, so she got up and looked at the room.

I found a guqin behind the screen.

Jiang Wanwan was born in a dance learning process and had no family separation. She stepped forward and plucked the strings. The clear musical tone fluctuated in the air.

"Can you play?" A low male voice came from behind.

Jiang Wanwan shook her head, "I originally wanted to find an opportunity to study, but the time happened."

"It shouldn't be difficult to learn this."

Haha, anyone can say big talk.

Jiang Wanwan didn't gain the upper hand in front of him, and the gains and losses were at ease, and said with a smile: "Mr. He seems to be very talented in this?"

"The talent is not worth talking about," he actually sat down in front of the guqin.

A random stroke was not as disordered as the notes she had just created.

He sat in a regular position, restrained the coldness and ruthlessness of his whole body and became gentle.

A graceful man is like jade, and a string is like holding a lifeline. The lightness and weight are at the fingertips.

The notes are pleasant, and the mountains and flowing waters mobilize every cell in Jiang Wanwan's body.

I just want to stretch my limbs and dance with it.

Slowly, she finally realized that this was her own choreography "Quesan Sang"?

However, the soundtrack was created by someone. How could He Shengting have this song?

Also, she couldn't remember who wrote this song for her.

The sound of the piano activates her heartstrings and gathers into a big question mark.

When she reached orgasm, she felt breathless.

At this moment, the sound of the piano gradually stopped. Jiang Wanwan looked a little arrogant, "I want to go to the bathroom."

"Well" He Shengting didn't look up, as if he was a little absent-minded. When Jiang Wanwan walked out unevenly, the strings were embedded in the skin at a tricky angle.

His fingers quickly bleed.

Jiang Wanwan was taken by the waiter and went to the bathroom to wash her face.

Take a few deep breaths, and the chaotic mood is suppressed.

When she went out, the waiter didn't know where she was going. She had a bad sense of direction and didn't remember the way at all. She usually relied on navigation when going out.

I moved forward with my memory and finally found myself spinning in place.

I tried to walk another road again, and suddenly I heard the woman's charming moan.

"Mr. He, don't do this, someone will see you. Let's go in first...ah!"

The corresponding woman's "Don't do this", she must have been like this, so she made a short cry.

"This is the territory of the He family. Who dares to be so blind and hike in a territory that is not open to the public? If you have time to worry about this, why don't you let me see your skills?" Jiang Wanwan wanted to withdraw, but the pair of wild mandarin ducks obviously couldn't help but fall in love with him. The man's face was buried between the woman's snow-white neck, looking for support unbearably.

Finally, I put the woman on the trunk of the silver trust tree that has grown up for thousands of years and do whatever I want.

The woman's snow-white long legs were crossed around the man's waist, and the torn stockings swayed in the air.

Jiang Wanwan was stunned when she saw it, but she didn't expect the scene to be so intense.

Suddenly, my eyes turned black, and a warm breath sucked beside her ears, "Do you look good?"

Jiang Wanwan really jumped to the Yellow River and couldn't wash it clearly. What was He Shengting's tone?

Did she deliberately find this place and peek at the restricted-level picture!
Chapter completed!