Jing Yu took the red wine from the waiter and took another glass of juice and handed it to Yun Tuan.
The waiter smiled, bowed slightly, and walked away with the tray.
Yun Tuan looked at the light green juice in his hand, and a strong grape smell came to his nostrils, "Isn't the juice not very good?"
"It doesn't matter. The charity party is mainly about auctions and donations. You are not the only one who doesn't want to drink."
Jing Yu pursed his lips and raised his glass to his long-time collaborator.
Yun Tuan was thinking about how to get close to the two targets, but unexpectedly, the "birthday boy" walked towards them with his shiny patent leather shoes.
"Mr. Jing, is this your female companion?" The man grinned, with an indescribable look of coldness and deficiency on his face.
Yun Tuan smiled back and remained silent. She was the subject of the question, but not the one being asked.
This person's eyes were cold and sticky, as if she was being stared at by a snake, and it seemed like an invisible net was slowly tightening.
"Well, does Mr. Jia have any intention to cooperate?"
Jing Yu calmly turned a little to the side, keeping the cloud within a controllable range.
"Can I have a few words with your female companion alone?"
The corners of Jia Renggong's mouth were slightly raised. Because of the filling surgery on the nasal base and apple muscles, his face was obviously swollen and he could no longer make vivid expressions. When he smiled, his facial muscles acted in their own way, and the lines were different from ordinary people. "Okay, I'll go there to rest first."
Jing Yu pointed to the seat with his name on it, raised the goblet to pay tribute, and then slowly left.
Yun Tuan pursed his lips and smiled, "Mr. Jia? What do you want from me?"
Jia Renggong continued his weird smile, "You have good bones and good skin quality. What brand of skin care products do you usually use?"
Yun Tuan tilted his head and thought, "Well, I don't remember clearly, but it doesn't matter. The skin care products I will use in the future must be from your brand."
"Hahaha... The little girl is pretty and speaks nicely. Which company are you an artist from?"
Jia Renggong smiled deeply and naturally stretched his hand in the direction of the clouds.
The movements are gentle and intimate.
He first pinched Yun Tuan's shoulder joint and upper arm with a calm expression, as if the two were close friends who had known each other for a long time and whose boundaries were unclear.
Yun Tuan subconsciously shrank back, but still relaxed his arm and let him pinch it through the exaggerated puff sleeves of the dress.
But it is difficult to collect fingerprints left on cloth, so we have to find a way...
Now Boss Jia has drunk some wine, his body temperature has risen, his fingertips are sweating slightly, and his fingerprints should be relatively complete on the surface of smooth objects.
If you scratch it with something, you can still leave dander tissue.
Yun Tuan glanced at the slightly exaggerated decorative ring on his hand. Before the man's hand continued to move down, he took a step back and distanced himself.
"Boss Jia, I'm not an artist, I'm an assistant."
Yun Tuan felt a jealous gaze that could not be ignored. He raised his eyes slightly and saw Jia Rengong's female companion's eyes wide open with anger, as if she wanted to eat someone.
Yun Tuan suddenly had another suspicion - this girl is not possessive of Boss Jia, right? Then... could it be that she changed Lin Yangyang's medicine?
"Assistant."
Jia Renggong nodded with a clear look, and his eyes were a little more ambiguous.
Yun Tuan chuckled, "Boss Jia, if it's convenient, can you give me a business card?"
"Of course." Jia Renggong took out a gold-gilded business card from his suit pocket, stuffed it into Yun Tuan's right hand, and rubbed it ambiguously.
Yun Tuan held his hands aside and backed away with a smile, planning to find a time in the evening to break off his two hands.
She glanced at the scratches on the decorative ring - Done.