Chapter 617, I promise not to cause any death
"Why do you look like that? Who offended you?" Kong Xiyan turned around and saw Luo Zhenxuan's unhappy face.
"Isn't it so obvious?" Luo Zhenxuan turned to look at Kong Xiyan: "Can't you see that she's playing the green tea trick?"
"Hmm?" Kong Xiyan blinked. "What kind of tea?"
"..." Luo Zhenxuan took a deep breath and asked again: "You can't see her malice, can't you see her malice towards me?"
"No." Kong Xiyan shook her head: "She has no ill will towards you."
"Is your negative emotion radar ineffective against Green Tea, or are you blinded by her tea art?" Luo Zhenxuan's mouth twitched: "She's like that, and you still say no?"
"No." Kong Xiyan spread her hands and said, "I am very sensitive to negative emotions. If she has even the slightest bit of malice towards you, I will definitely notice it.
From the first time I met her in your office, she has never had any negative feelings towards you.
There still isn’t one.”
“…” Luo Zhenxuan was slightly stunned.
"Green tea, is this the art of tea?" Kong Xiyan touched her chin and nodded thoughtfully: "No wonder people often say, 'You hate green tea, just because it's not you who is green tea.' Don't say that, don't say that..."
Seeing Kong Xiyan still savoring it over there, Luo Zhenxuan raised his head and knocked Kong Xiyan's forehead without any hesitation: "Go back."
"Hey, Luo Lao San." Kong Xiyan smiled and took Luo Zhenxuan's arm, looking at him with a smile: "Are you angry?"
Luo Zhenxuan rolled his eyes at Kong Xiyan and looked away: "Guess for yourself."
"It's so strange. You were obviously angry before, but why do you seem not to be angry anymore?" Kong Xiyan stared at Luo Zhenxuan's face: "Your emotions are still as abundant as before. They come and go quickly."
"Don't make me sound like a little kid."
"You're a little shy now, and a little..."
"Stop guessing!"
"You're the one who makes me guess, and you're the one who doesn't." Kong Xiyan looked at Luo Zhenxuan with disdain: "You're really difficult to deal with!"
“…” Luo Zhenxuan’s mouth twitched, and he looked at Kong Xiyan with helplessness in his eyes.
"Should I still guess now?"
"Guess." Luo Zhenxuan said, "Guess whether we'll have barbecue, hot pot, or stir-fry for lunch."
"I guess it's braised beef!" Kong Xiyan said, "The moment you open the lid, it starts bubbling. The hot braised beef, when soaked in the soup with rice, is so fragrant! Soup with rice is a world treasure!"
"Let's go." Luo Zhenxuan took Kong Xiyan's hand and walked out.
"Did I guess right?" Kong Xiyan said, "I guessed right, right?"
"You guessed it, okay?" Luo Zhenxuan looked at the time on his watch. "After lunch, I have to go back to the company to arrange some things. I'll pick you up in the evening. Are you okay here?"
"What's wrong with me?" Kong Xiyan recalled Wayne and curled her lips: "I promise not to kill anyone, okay?"
"..." Luo Zhenxuan hesitated to speak, and finally nodded: "Okay, have fun."
What else could he say?
Forget it, let it be.
While Kong Xiyan and Luo Zhenxuan were having lunch, Meng Xichao was also having lunch with a client.
"Mr. Meng doesn't look very happy."
"It would be strange if it could get better." Meng Xi looked at the beautiful woman opposite him: "Where's the Master?"
"Master is working." Qiangwei smiled and said, "Does Mr. Meng have any opinions about me?"
"From the moment I walked in until now, you've asked me seventeen questions, and every one of them is about Luo Zhenya. It's hard for me not to have an opinion." Meng Xichao took a deep breath and then hesitated, "I remember you were Rose, not Lily?"
"This joke isn't funny." Qiangwei raised her eyebrows slightly, her beautiful eyes filled with displeasure. "Mr. Meng, I'm sincerely asking for your advice."
"Sorry." Meng Xichao adjusted his sitting position, and then said seriously: "Xiao Ya is my junior sister. She has a sensitive personality and has lived in a mental hospital for a while. She suffers from a hereditary mental illness.
But I think she is more normal than most people. Compared with her, those people should be sent to a mental hospital.
She is very talented in art and is a very successful art dealer. Any painter she takes a fancy to will definitely become a big hit.
Any painting she bought would be sold at a sky-high price soon.
She is the most business-savvy artist I have ever met and the most artistically talented businessman I have ever met.
Her paintings are great, and her favorite painter is Dian Xi."
"Dian Xi?" Qiangwei pondered for a moment. "Which country? What sect? Which century?"
"?" Meng Xi blinked.
"I'm sorry, but my knowledge of painting is limited to artists like Van Gogh, Monet, Leonardo da Vinci, and Rembrandt. Furthermore, I can't quite match their paintings with the people themselves." Rose said truthfully, "I don't like that kind of thing."
"I understand." Meng Xichao pulled out his phone and found a few of Dian Xi's paintings for Qiangwei to see. "Just take a look. If you don't understand art, there's no need to delve into it. If you talk too much, you'll make more mistakes and end up being offensive."
"Hmm." Qiangwei took a look and had a general impression.
"Actually, Xiaoya is very simple. She's the type who's straightforward and admires strong people." Meng Xichao recalled and said, "Her emotions are clearly visible on her face, and she speaks directly."
"I'm not good at dealing with people." Qiangwei picked up the goblet and nodded slightly to Meng Xichao: "Thank you for your guidance today, Mr. Meng."
"Nothing, I ate your meal too, didn't I?" Meng Xichao clinked his glass with Qiangwei's. "Master, how are you doing lately?"
"Very good." Qiangwei's eyes were more defensive. "Mr. Meng has been asking me about Master today. Is there anything you want to tell Master?"
The Master's position was exposed not long ago. If it weren't for the Master's great powers, it would have been difficult to avoid the explosion.
She still doesn't know who the criminal is.
Meng Xichao has been asking about Master...what is he trying to do?
"It's nothing, actually." Meng Xichao put down her wine glass and smiled shyly. "Master said he would help me arrange a dinner, but it's been a long time, and I'm worried he might forget. Can you remind Master later?"
"Okay." Qiangwei nodded speechlessly when she saw Meng Xichao suddenly become worthless.
What kind of dinner party could make the famous smiling judge in the investment world show such an expression?
Eh...love-brained.
A living love brain...
Hey!
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