The shopkeeper looked disapproving. What bad breath can make people lose their appetite to eat? Maybe it’s to find a reason not to give money.
As soon as he emerged, a stench suddenly got into his nasal cavity and then spread to his olfactory nerve.
Manned face suddenly suppress red, hurriedly ran down.
Wengan was embarrassed and stood there at a loss.
The rest of the people are either reluctant to spend the money on food, waiting for important people, or meeting someone on a date.
Ji Fan is watching a good show. The radish she ate this morning is really useful!
The shopkeeper took a breath and rushed up the stairs, then ran to the window, took a breath, then looked around and looked at Wen Gan in disbelief: "Young Master, are they talking about you?"
JiFan look changed again, he wants to fart again, keeping a close eye on Wengan.
Wen Gan said rather awkwardly, "Actually. . 。”
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Suddenly, a stench filled up again. . .
Manned hurriedly to the window near some, eyes tell Wengan, you needless to say, I can understand you.
Wengan’s face changed and turned slightly sideways, as if he wanted to leave.
JiFan stomach trouble again, seems to want to discharge gas.
Ji Fan quickly stopped Wen Gan and asked, "What do you want with me?"
Wen Gan said, "I want to ask you something."
The strong smell spread, much stronger than before.
Everyone stared at JiFan.
JiFan made an action of sealing his mouth, and then looked at Wen Gan with eyes.
Eyes no longer ask, very clear with eyes to warm dry.
That look clearly said, "Please go!" Meaning of.
Wen Gan now wishes there was a crack in the ground, and then he would go in by himself.
Wen Gan couldn’t believe his mouth was so smelly, smelling the foul gas into his lungs and then spitting it out.
He couldn’t hold back even now, which was too smelly. He quickly said, "I’ll leave first and talk to you later."
Suddenly everyone looked at JiFan with a very strange eyes.
Ji Fan quickly said, "Don’t! I don’t even know you! You are so strange! "
Wengan held his breath. If he is a member of the Wen family, it is not a disgrace to the Wen family. He left without saying a word.
. . . . . .
JiFan leisurely sitting in the restaurant drinking wine, the "bad breath door" in the past only half an hour.
At this time, most of the guests here have something to do, and they have finished eating.
At this time, a head appeared on the stairs, sniffed it, then opened his mouth and breathed a sigh of relief. He didn’t go upstairs until he found that there was no smell.
For this reason, he rinsed his mouth n times and cleaned it with salt n times before coming out.
"General Ji, good."
Ji Fan saw him long ago and knew that he had to finish his work today, otherwise he wouldn’t stop. He said, "Tell me what!"
Wengan smiled and pretended to be a modest childe, just about to speak.
There was an exclamation in my ear: "Ah, if it isn’t the son with bad breath just now, oh, my God, find a window to occupy the position."
"This is the person with bad breath you mentioned."
"Yes! Find a seat and sit down! "
"This is not the WenGu godson? It turned out to be him. I used to talk to him about business and always felt strange. It turned out to be like this. "
"Stop talking so much nonsense and get a seat."
"Oh, oh, oh!"
Wen gan’s face turned into pig liver color again, and now it’s over!
At present, there is only one thing to finish and then leave quickly.
Without beating around the bush, Wen Gan said to Ji Fan, "General Ji, are you very disgusted with Wen Waner’s sister Wan’er?"
Ji Fanmi took a sip of wine and said airily, "Not really! Ordinary. "
WenGan one leng yesterday, JiFan didn’t say so.
JiFan actually already guessed what Wengan did, and was about to speak. But it’s a foul smell.
"It stinks!" Ji Fan shouted.
This time JiFan absolutely didn’t fart. . .
JiFan knew that someone among the guests must have farted.
Suddenly two people also can’t talk.
JiFan hastily settled the account and went downstairs.
Wen Gan was depressed and took a hard look at the second floor, which always seemed to be against him.
Wengan followed Dian Wei’s ass down the stairs.
. . . . . .
Outside the restaurant, Wen Gan said to Ji Fan, "General Ji, I hope that General Ji can promise the next thing."
Ji Fan said, "Tell me about it!"
Wen Gan said with a smile, "Please ask General Ji Fan to agree first."
Ji Fan looked at Wen Gan with a sneer and said, "What, do you want my head and I have to agree?"
Wen Gan noticed that his tone was a little heavy, and he walked over and said, "General Ji is joking. I just hope I can tell my uncle Wen Liu that I can send Wen Waner back. "
Ji Fan raised his eyebrows and said, "Why should I listen to you? Who are you? King Lao Tzu? Unreasonable! If I, Ji Fan, had listened to you easily. How do I stand in the future? Isn’t anyone allowed to boss Ji around? Dian Wei, let’s go. "
Wen Gan quickly stopped Ji Fan’s way and said, "You must promise me today, otherwise I won’t leave."
Ji Fan’s face turned cold and asked grimly, "Why, you are not afraid of death?"