As soon as Shi Wenye entered the box, he felt that the atmosphere in the box was unusual.
Fudou glanced at the two people sitting opposite each other, played with the car keys in his hand, and asked slowly: "Have you placed your order?"
After waiting for a while, no one answered.
Shi Wenye curled his lips secretly and said nothing more.
After sitting on the seat, a waiter served the dishes one after another.
The most eye-catching thing is the crab roe tofu.
"Yours." Shi Wenye naturally placed the crab roe tofu in front of Jiang Yimian and muttered, "Your taste is still as weird as ever."
Looking at the crab roe tofu in front of him, Jiang Yimian pursed his lips slightly, but did not move his chopsticks.
Since having her daughter, all her tastes have changed.
My favorite food in the past is now causing allergies.
Quiet music was flowing slowly. Zhao Jingyan saw that she was hesitant to move her chopsticks, and her voice was a little deep: "Why, are you afraid that I will poison you?"
When Shi Wenye heard this, he laughed out loud, turned to look at Jiang Yimian, and asked jokingly: "How about I try it for you first to see if it's poisonous?"
"No need." Jiang Yimian lowered his eyebrows, picked up a piece of tofu with the chopsticks at hand, chewed it slowly, and tasted it carefully.
Such a quiet and indifferent posture seems gentle and elegant, but it also reveals a sense of alienation.
Zhao Jingyan frowned slightly, looking at her with deep eyes, feeling sad in his heart, and wanted to say something again.
Jiang Yimian's right hand holding the chopsticks was trembling. She seemed to be trying hard to suppress it, but she still couldn't.
A small piece of tofu quickly slipped from the chopsticks and clattered onto the plate.
Time seems to stand still at this moment.
Jiang Yimian lowered his eyes, unable to see clearly the expression in his eyes.
Shi Wenye was stunned for a moment, glanced at Zhao Jingyan at the side, and then asked: "Jiang Yimian, why are your hands shaking so much?"
"It's nothing..." Jiang Yimian subconsciously wanted to take his hand back, but was suddenly caught by Zhao Jing's extended hand.
His palms were hot and dry. Jiang Yimian tried to break free, but to no avail.
"Don't move." Zhao Jingyan held her wrist tightly, stared deeply at her face, and said in a deep voice: "What's wrong with your hand?"
"It's okay." Jiang Yimian lowered his eyes and said softly.
The tone was calm, without any ripples.
Zhao Jingyan said no more, and suddenly took off her long sleeves with her fingers.
The blood vessels on her white and tender wrists were clearly visible, and the two raised scars on them were so shocking.
The scars are deep and hideous.
Zhao Jingyan's movements froze, and his eyes suddenly tightened. After a long while, he asked in a hoarse voice: "How did you do it?"
The answer to this question is self-evident, but he still asked it like a masochist.
Jiang Yimian's wrists were numb and she didn't move or speak.
Just look at him quietly.
Zhao Jingyan stared at the two hideous scars for a long time, finally let go, stood up suddenly, and said hoarsely: "I'm going to the bathroom."
After simply saying this, he turned around and left, his steps so hurried.
Seeing his back completely gone, Jiang Yimian looked back.
Hearing Shi Wenye ask casually, "Did you get the scar on your wrist yourself abroad?"
Jiang Yimian said softly "Yeah" and said nothing more.
Of these two scars, one was made the night she learned that her father had passed away, and the other was made when she first went abroad.
"Does it hurt?" Shi Wenye asked out of nowhere.
Jiang Yimian put down his sleeves and said softly: "It doesn't hurt."
Maybe it hurt at first, but then she became numb and naturally couldn't feel any pain.
Shi Wenye looked at her for a long time, then raised his hand to rub his forehead and said, "I'm going to the bathroom too."
He was really afraid that Jingyan would do something drastic.
After all, the state he was in just now was scary. This chapter has been completed!