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Chapter 71 Jian Su is Messy
Because of Zuo Sheng's air-conditioning, Xie Yun didn't dare to make trouble anymore, and was sent out by the restaurant owner himself in embarrassment. He couldn't offend the one outside, and he couldn't offend the one inside even more.

After everything calmed down, Zuo Sheng sat down beside Jian Su.He picked up the bowl and chopsticks and was about to move.

"Hey! Your seat is over there." Jian Su pointed to the seat where Xie Yun sat just now.

She's not used to him being too close to her, she'll feel sick when eating!

Zuo Sheng glared at her, as if glaring at an ignorant child.

"That woman sat down!"

"Hey! This is a public place!" Who hasn't been seated before?

"I have reserved this box all year round."

"Oh! Rich! . . . capricious!"

After sending Xie Yun away, the owner of the restaurant quickly came to help Zuo Sheng remove the chair he was sitting on just now and replace it with a brand new one.

Jane Sumer!That's not how money is spent!Counting the seats here, there are only five in total. Jian Su guessed who he brought here?By the way... She almost overlooked another problem. Xie Yun grew up with him, and he even disliked the stools that people used to sit on. So why does he drink his own soy milk and use his own straw? thing?

Jian Su is messed up, and this guy's cleanliness varies from person to person, does it adapt to local conditions?

Well, the air-conditioning around her doesn't allow her to continue to think wildly and withdraw her thoughts. Jian Su eats her food with great interest. She has never had much resistance to delicious food.

Because they were too close, Jian Su moved a seat, and there was an empty seat in the middle, ha ha!This made it a lot easier, it would be even better if the middle seat was removed secretly, Jian Su thought so, and did the same, secretly seeing that he didn't pay attention, Jian Su moved the chair back lightly.

Move and move, when she was about to succeed, someone suddenly turned her head and looked at her coldly, Jian Su shook her hand, and the chair dragged diagonally lay on the carpet with a "click". "Hehe! This chair is blocking me, I'll move it." Jian Su smiled embarrassingly.

Believe it or not, just have an excuse!In the next second, Jian Su simply stood up, supported the chair, picked it up and threw it aside. During the movement, she completely forgot that she was still holding the half bowl of soup she just scooped up. With force, the half bowl of soup was unceremoniously thrown At the side, when Jian Su turned her head back, she found a pair of terribly sinister eyes. Jian Su shivered subconsciously, and looked at him again, the meticulously ironed black shirt was completely disfigured by the oil soup. , looking down, there are also a few drops on the pants, whoops!And that... important parts, and it seems that they all converge there.

Jian Su's heart trembled.It can't be her masterpiece, can it?
Taking a look at the empty bowl in her hand, Jian Su understood everything.

"Yes... I'm sorry!" She was so scared!Will it be thrown into the frying pan?

Confused is confused, afraid is afraid, she also knows about public relations afterwards.

Immediately took the tissue on the table and wiped it on him.

The anger that was about to erupt, but under the stroking of her chaotic little hands, it disappeared in an instant, which was so miraculous that he could hardly explain it himself.Pushing the chair, Zuo Sheng stood up and left. Seeing that he was angry and left, Jian Su couldn't care less about the food, so he quickly picked up his small bag and followed him.

In Tiansheng (ie TS) International Hotel, Zuo Sheng took his exclusive room card from the front desk, and went straight to the top floor. It was a private territory for the few of them to have small parties, and outsiders were never allowed to enter.

After a long time, Zuo Sheng recalled today's incident, and realized that from the very beginning, he had included Jian Su in his private scope, and she was not an outsider.

(End of this chapter)