Hearing this sentence, Zhuang Yibo suddenly froze again. When he turned to look at him, his eyes almost froze.

After Shin Wangjin looked at her for a while, he slowly laughed. The next moment, he stretched out his hand again, held her, and whispered: "But it's rare to have dinner together. Let's put other things aside for the time being."

Zhuang Yibo's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something, but when he reached his mouth, he swallowed it again.

And the hand she was holding was always cold.

This time, Shen Wangjin chose a private Cantonese restaurant.

As soon as he pulled Zhuang Yibo into the store, Qianxing rushed to the door, but was directly stopped by the staff at the door.

"Sorry, ma'am, do you have an appointment?"

As soon as he heard this, Qianxing knew that he probably couldn't get in.

But she still unwilling to deal with the other party, and finally returned to the car awkwardly, but was still waiting by the side of the road.

On the other side, Zhuang Yibo, who had entered the private room, walked straight to the innermost position and sat down. However, Shen Wangjin, who came in, did not choose to sit opposite her, but sat next to her.

Zhuang Yibo turned his head and looked at him, then quickly turned his head back, staring straight ahead of him.

While looking through the menu, Shin Wangjin asked her: "What do you want to eat?"

Zhuang Yibo seemed to have not heard it, and he didn't even blink his eyelids.

Shin Wangjin said again: "If you have no objection, then I will make the decision?"

Soon he ordered the dishes with the waiter. When the waiter went out to arrange the arrangement, he turned to look at her and said, "It's all you like to eat, eat more."

Zhuang Yibo still did not respond.

It was not until the dishes were placed on the table that she realized that the dishes on the table were really what she liked to eat.

But how could Shen Wangjin know?

Soon she remembered that yes, it seemed that there was one time when she had a meal with Shen Wangjin and some relatives from the Shen family.

The meal was supposed to be attended by Shen Haoxuan and her, but Shen Haoxuan didn't know where to end. From the beginning to the end of the dinner, he never showed up.

At that time, she had begun to accept her fate. Whether Shen Haoxuan appeared or not was not important to her. Moreover, if he did not appear, she might be more comfortable and comfortable.

So that meal became her and Shin Wangjin dealing with relatives together.

She has long been unable to remember what she said, did, and ate during the period.

But now, the dishes she likes are placed on the dining table one by one.

Zhuang Yibo felt cold all over his body.

Shen Wangjin served her half a bowl of boat porridge, then put a piece of wild mushroom tribute dumplings into her bowl, and asked again: "Want to serve Yangzhi Ganlu now, or should I eat it later?"

Zhuang Yibo still didn't move. After a long time, he slowly spoke: "I have no appetite and don't want to eat it."

"It's okay." Shin Wangjin immediately put down the bowls and chopsticks and said carelessly, "Then let's wait until you have an appetite before eating."

After saying that, he looked at his watch and said, "No hurry. Anyway, I have time tonight and have no appetite, so I can drink tea and talk."

As he said, he took the tea set next to him and poured a cup of tea for Zhuang Yibo.

Looking at the cup of brown-red tea soup in front of him, Zhuang Yibo suddenly grabbed the hot cup and directly gave the cup of hot tea into his mouth.

Shin Wangjin's eyes suddenly sank, and it was too late to stop them.

Zhuang Yibo poured the cup of hot tea into her mouth, and the tears instantly slid down uncontrollably, but she held it hard and made no sound.

Shin Wangjin reached out to pinch her cheeks and forced her to open her mouth. After seeing her red mouth, he carried the ice bucket with champagne next to him and forced a few pieces of ice into her mouth.

Zhuang Yibo couldn't help but want to spit out the ice in his mouth, but Shen Wangjin still pinched her cheeks tightly, not giving her a chance to vomit.

Looking at each other for a moment, Shin Wangjin suddenly sneered and said, "Don't you just don't want to talk? Do you have to hurt yourself like this? I don't have to say you, after all, I'll be very happy to do something else-"

After he finished speaking, he lowered his head and closed her lips hard.

At the same time, he grabbed her waist with one hand and pulled her entire body into his arms with the other hand, locking her tightly.

The two of them were pressing against each other, and Zhuang Yibo's mouth was numb, but his body could clearly feel every part of his body, every part she shouldn't and could not touch.

The nightmare of the past seemed to be about to happen again, and a strong sense of shame came again, and she couldn't help but struggle violently.

However, Shin Wangjin seemed to be really angry by her. With a wave of his hand, he directly cleared the tabletop in front of him and carried her up.

Zhuang Yibo's lips were blocked by him, but he could not make any sound in despair, so he could only struggle harder.

In the chaos, I don’t know where her hands or feet touched her. Shin Wangjin suddenly groaned, and then his body stiffened and did not move anymore.

Zhuang Yibo quickly pushed him away, fled from the dining table under him, clutching his clothes that had been torn to pieces by him, and retreating to the farthest corner from him.

I don't know if it was her illusion, but for a moment, Shin Wangjin's face seemed pale, but the next moment, he suddenly pulled the chair and sat down as if nothing had happened, raised his hand to wipe the water stains on the corner of his lips, then looked up at her again, curled the corners of his lips almost evilly and said, "If you resist me so much, then go out, I won't stop you. Is it useful to hide there?"

Zhuang Yibo's face was covered in tears, but he just shrank himself into a ball and buried his face in his arms.

Why didn’t she want to go out? Why didn’t she want to just open the door and leave without looking back?

But she couldn't walk a single step.

All the education and philosophy she received since childhood did not allow her to appear in public under such circumstances. She had no choice and had no courage to take this step.

Because she knew that once she went out, what she would face was something she could not bear.

She curled up in the corner, shaking uncontrollably, but she still couldn't make a sound.

Shin Wangjin sat on the chair. After watching her quietly for a long time, he finally stood up slowly, walked to her, and pulled her out of the corner of the wall as soon as he reached out.

She had nowhere to rely on, but she still covered her face with one hand and held the clothes he had torn with the other hand.

He stared at her fingers that were so hard that she looked for a moment, and finally turned around, took off his suit jacket from the hanger at the door and put it on her, then said again: "I want to have a good meal with you, do you have to make me angry like this?"

"Shen Wangjin..." She finally shouted his name with difficulty, "We can't...I can't be your woman in my life...You let me go..."

Upon hearing this, Shin Wangjin stared at her calmly for a long time, and suddenly reached out and took her into her arms, "You are already, so there is nothing impossible."

After saying that, he whispered again: "Next month your father's 60th birthday, I will visit him in person--"

Hearing this sentence, Zhuang Yibo's blood in his body instantly became cold.

She finally took her hand away and looked up at him, full of shock and begging.

"No, no..." she murmured in despair, "Don't go, don't go--"
Chapter completed!