However, Zhang Ruochu soon regained his composure.

She held the lollipop in her mouth and smiled sweetly, "My eyes are very expensive, are you willing to dig them out?"

Chen Zongheng's eyes were calm and he didn't answer, but that coldness alone represented everything.

As long as this woman continues to be presumptuous, he will have no mercy or mercy.

A man can be so cold when faced with a voluptuous beauty. This is simply...a rare species.

Although Zhang Ruochu was calm on the outside, the shock inside was beyond words.

When she was 14 years old, she was already in business.

In the past 10 years, I have met countless people.

But I have never seen such a cold-hearted man.

Even... he doesn't even have the slightest bit of pity for women?

You know, '**' is human instinct.

Hormones are full of each other. When a man meets a woman, the attraction that comes from the bottom of his body will make him irresistible.

But why, this man??

Zhang Ruochu even once doubted whether this man was gay?

"Today at noon, I hosted a luncheon at the Hilton Hotel across the street. Sister Yiren will have dinner with me. Can you come too? Let's get to know each other."

Zhang Ruochu blinked his beautiful eyes and said in a magnetic voice.

This Chen Zongheng gave her a vaguely dangerous aura.

She had only seen that feeling in ten years.

At that time, she was hunting with her father in the primitive and cold depths of the Western Region.

Then, a fierce beast, a Bengal tiger, came slowly from the front.

The king of all beasts, and even more so the king of tigers!

That primitive Bengal tiger is terrifying.

During that hunt, hundreds of bodyguards who were traveling with her father were all bitten to death.

In the end, Zhang Ruochu got out of his wits and took his father to escape from the virgin forest, thus escaping the disaster.

However, at this moment, the person in front of her actually gave her a feeling that was more terrifying than a Bengal tiger.

The terrifying aura emanating from his body was like that of a beast...even more terrifying and thick than a beast...that feeling was like...a devil!

"Can we go have lunch together? Let's get to know each other and make friends." Zhang Ruochu remained calm on the surface, blinking and asked in a magnetic voice.

Chen Zongheng's expression was as cold as ice. He slowly raised his eyes and glanced at Qiu Yiren.

Then, he nodded.

This is considered a promise.

…

Hilton Hotel is only a few hundred meters away from Qiu Group.

The three of them walked together, crossed the street, and arrived at the hotel.

Zhang Ruochu had arranged the private room in advance and walked into the private room under the guidance of the hotel waiter.

The box is the presidential box.

The huge and luxurious decoration gives people the illusion of being in a palace.

After the three of them were seated, the food began to be served.

"Sister Yiren, brother Zongheng, let's have some drinks." Zhang Ruochu blinked his beautiful eyes and called them both affectionately.

Qiu Yiren nodded.

Chen Zongheng on the side was sitting like an iceberg, without any intention of paying any attention to him. He was almost like a stone sculpture.

Soon, the waiter walked into the box carrying a bottle of expensive red wine.

Open the bottle and sober up.

The fragrant aroma of wine floats in the air.

Then, one after another precious and luxurious dishes were served.

Every dish Zhang Ruochu ordered was unique.

Moreover, it covers almost all specialties from all over the country.

From northern specialties, to southern Jiangnan side dishes, to Sichuan spicy dishes, Shandong cuisine...

Dozens of dishes filled the dining table.

"Sister Yiren, brother Zongheng, come and have a drink. I'm glad to meet you today." Zhang Ruochu raised his glass and signaled as the host.

Qiu Yiren gently picked up the wine glass and clinked it with her from a distance.

But Chen Zongheng had no intention of clinking glasses with her in response.

He was holding the wine by himself, like a lonely stone sculpture, murmuring to himself, endlessly indifferent.

"Miss Zhang, I'm sorry... Mr. Chen just has such a personality and doesn't like to talk to others." Qiu Yiren, as the president after all, felt a little sorry and explained to Zhang Ruochu.

"It doesn't matter, let's eat quickly." Zhang Ruochu smiled, but didn't care at all, and asked Qiu Yiren to use her chopsticks to eat.

In front of the dining table, the three of them enjoyed this sumptuous lunch feast with their own thoughts.

On the surface, Zhang Ruochu seems to have a pleasant smile.

But at this moment, her pupils were inadvertently looking at Chen Zongheng.

Today, this dinner party is just a gimmick.

Drunk warmth does not mean wine.

Zhang Ruochu's real purpose is to detect Qiu Yi and Chen Zongheng!

At this time, she was analyzing every move and action of this man.

The way this man holds a cup and drinks is so professional, as if... he has that cold nobility from the bottom up?

He should have lived in the Western world for some time?

Moreover, his status in the Western world is definitely not low.

This is Zhang Ruochu's guess.

The movements of holding a wine glass and sipping wine would never have been cultivated by a wealthy Western gentleman.

Zhang Ruochu's beautiful eyes were deep and he continued to observe quietly.

This man's right hand holding the cup is full of calluses. There are even countless old and new scars on the knuckles?

His hands have been trained with guns and weapons for a long time.

And, as for those scars... Zhang Ruochu was even more shocked.

These scars are definitely not formed in a day.

This is the terrible result of decades of accumulation...

The old and the new alternate and are constantly covered.

As a result, the entire skin of his palms was somewhat deformed.

Although the skin is very fair, the scars are hideous.

He has experienced hundreds of battlefield battles?

Otherwise, it would never be possible to leave such irregular and terrible scars.

A man who has been on hundreds of battlefields?

At this moment, Zhang Ruochu's beautiful eyes became even more solemn.

She remained calm and continued to observe.

In front of the dining table, Chen Zong held his chopsticks and inadvertently tasted a few bites of the dishes.

Then, continue drinking.

Zhang Ruochu's beautiful eyes caught all his movements.

Move the chopsticks twelve times.

Among them, eight times, his chopsticks...reached for pot-roasted pork, chicken stewed with mushrooms, and shredded sweet potatoes...

Does he prefer northern food?

He comes from the north?

In other words, his ancestral home was in the north?
To be continued...