Fatal temptation

Jiang Yiran did not expect that the first time he met Cheng Simu ten years later would be at such a dinner.

He sat quietly in the corner, and only lowered his head to take a sip of the wine in his glass when others came over.

Other than that, there is no indication.

He really doesn't look like a member of the Cheng family.This is Jiang Yiran's conclusion after observing his old classmates for 15 minutes.

Jiang Yiran is a painter, observing anytime and anywhere has almost become his professional habit.But at this moment, he felt that Cheng Simu sitting there was like a painting.

The dinner is still going on.

In fact, this matter is not big or small.

That kid Zhan Qi wanted to borrow a place to hold an art exhibition, but his old man refused to open the door for him.Helpless, I had to ask Cheng Fengwenhua.

I heard that Cheng Feng's boss is notoriously difficult to deal with, and he doesn't take oil and salt.

Wait a minute, Cheng... this won't be...

Just as he was thinking about it, he heard Zhan Qi yelling, "Amu, Mr. Cheng! Please do me a favor, since we are fighting in the same yard anyway, let me lend the exhibition hall to my brother for a while. "

confirmed his guess.

This time, when Jiang Yiran looked at Cheng Simu again, his eyes took on a different color.

It turns out that this is the real protagonist tonight.

He was about to look away, but Cheng Simu seemed to feel something, and slowly raised his head.

Four eyes facing each other.

Jiang Yiran froze for a moment, then smiled warmly, and gently shook the goblet in his hand.

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Cheng Simu also laughed.

His smile is different from Jiang Yiran's. If Jiang Yiran is a breeze, then Cheng Simu is an existence that can freeze the wind into ice blades.

Others only need to look at his face and stay away from him.

Would such a person laugh?

Jiang Yiran thought he was delusional because of that moment of stupefaction, so he heard the man speak.

Just like his people, clear and cold.

Not forgiving at all.

"You? Yes, the daily rent is 1000 million."

It's clear that I don't want to borrow.

Zhan Qi's expression changed immediately, but he didn't attack on the spot.Instead, he gently persuaded, "Ammu, do you still remember what happened at that time? So many years have passed..."

Unexpectedly, Cheng Simu's reaction was bigger than his when he heard this sentence.

He put down the glass in his hand heavily, the red wine poured down and slid down the tablecloth along the back of his hand.He didn't care.

"Zhan Qi, there is a god standing three feet above your head. Back then, did you really have a clear conscience?"

This time, Zhan Qi was completely angry, he stood up abruptly,

"The surname is Cheng! I have a request for you, you really fucking think you are a master?! What kind of conscience? What kind of shit is there to be a god? I am not afraid!"

The other people at this table were obviously frightened and stupid, and they wanted to persuade them but dared not.

Jiang Yiran pinched the center of his brows, he didn't understand how things came to this.But as a well-known good old man in the circle, and with a lot of connections with these two, he had no choice but to stand up and persuade: "Ah Qi, Ah...Mu, is there any unresolved knot in my childhood? Go ahead and eat." , the dishes are cold."

"..." But none of these two people paid any attention to him.

Helpless, he had no choice but to pat Zhan Qi's arm across three or two seats.

Although Young Master Zhan is stupid, Jiang Da Painter still gives him face.

After all, sit down with your neck stuck.

Jiang Yiran breathed a sigh of relief.

However, not long after, he saw Cheng Simu glance over.

That look was bone-chillingly cold, it was clearly late spring, but he seemed to be in the midst of winter.

But that was only for a moment, soon, Cheng Simu returned to her original appearance.

Sitting there, clear and cold.

Jiang Yiran knew that once the estrangement appeared, there would be no possibility of healing.

They can't go back to the past.