Beautiful wife is the best: rich husband has deep routines

Leng Kuo clapped his hands and praised: "Mrs. Shan has a bit of courage. A person who understands current affairs is a hero."

The chief director and chief screenwriter suddenly understood that the other party was not easy to mess with, and Jiang Zitong was indeed not an ordinary person.

The two didn't dare to talk any more, and left first.

Jiang Zitong led people to follow Leng Kuo and his party to the private room upstairs. She didn't know the other party's purpose, so she was always on guard.

Upstairs, Jiang Zitong stood at the door of the private room, as if he didn't want to go in.

Leng Kuo stretched out his hand and made an inviting gesture: "Come in and sit down, we need to have a good chat, and let your bodyguards take a rest outside by the way, huh?"

"Just say what you want, why beat around the bush?"

Jiang Zitong put his hand on the handle and looked at Leng Kuo with a cold look.

Leng Kuo didn't show any anger, and was still a gentleman: "Miss Jiang, oh no... Mrs. Shan, don't be so straightforward. Life is so long, why don't you enjoy yourself in time?"

Without saying a word, Jiang Zitong pressed the armrest, opened the door of the private room, and walked in.

There was a smile in Leng Kuo's eyes, but he couldn't help but laugh: "As expected of the woman that Shan Yuting likes, she is calm and courageous. If you hadn't married someone, Leng would really want to be your servant. "

The corner of Jiang Zitong's mouth twitched: "Mr. Leng, can you speak well?"

"I didn't realize that Leng was praising you, Mrs. Shan!"

"Is it a compliment? Why does it sound like a sarcasm? I'm almost 'praising' and I want to cry."

Jiang Zitong randomly found a single sofa near the door and sat down, even if he was a prisoner, he couldn't treat himself badly.

At this moment, Leng Kuo began to appreciate Jiang Zitong a little bit, and found it strange that she even found him a sofa to sit down generously, without any intention of being afraid.

However, Jiang Zitong's appearance seems to be very similar to that person a hundred years ago.

Soon, Leng Kuo smiled softly, shrugged helplessly and walked over, leaned on the side and sat down, looked at Jiang Zitong and said, "I've always wondered why Shan Yuting fell in love with you? Why did you agree to marry him?"

Jiang Zitong tilted his head, propped his chin with one hand and asked, "Mr. Leng, you asked me to come here just to ask me this seemingly low-level question?"

"Is the question very low-level? I'm just curious! How about we change to a more advanced question?" Leng Kuo crossed his legs and looked at her as if chatting, "I want Mrs. Shan's blood for an experimental test. This matter has been 'invited' twice, right? However, Shan Yuting was on the defensive. So I had to come up with this idea, in the name of cooperation, please ask others to invite you over."

Sure enough, it was planned by this man named Leng Kuo that she would come here.

Jiang Zitong snorted coldly, and continued to ask with a smile: "I didn't know that my blood had such great medicinal value that it was worth all the trouble Mr. Leng took. On second thought, maybe it's also my honor? Mr. Leng, What do you say?"

"Of course not. Just because Mrs. Shan's blood is panda blood, it means you are worth it."

When Leng Kuo spoke, his tone was half true and half false, and Jiang Zitong couldn't figure out his purpose.But one thing is certain, he wants his own blood.

Jiang Zitong's eyes flickered, and he returned to normal in an instant.

"It's panda blood, but it's RH negative. It's just a defect in the blood. If you're injured or bleeding, you have to find the same kind of blood. I don't think it's a good thing, and it's even worth studying. .”

After a pause, Jiang Zitong stood up and helped to flatten his clothes: "Okay, we're done chatting, can I go?"