Chapter 1290 (1/2)

”I've heard from Miss Ji that you don't drink very well.” When Ian saw that she was only drinking, he whispered a warning.

Seal Ling light hook lip: ”a glass of red wine and oneself, it doesn't matter, more words certainly won't drink again.”

Fengling has been in the UK for a year, and has always been very measured. It can't be said that she doesn't drink too much, but at least she never drinks too much. Even in some business negotiation occasions, even when she has to drink and accompany, she always remembers her own amount of alcohol and doesn't let herself lose her temper.

People say that the more sober she is, the more unable she is to immerse herself in her sensory world. Fengling was hit by fate and had to be too sober. Even more in this state, she came down to England. Therefore, she must keep herself on the edge of reason all the time without any slack.

It's very quiet on the rooftop. Feng Ling doesn't speak much. All the time, it's just that Ian talks about some of the topics he's seen and driven recently from time to time.

Feng Ling occasionally silent occasionally polite smile, but also obviously only in the polite perfunctory.

She doesn't like him.

What I don't like is obvious.

Ian finally put down the tableware: ”if it doesn't taste good, take you to other places to eat?”

”No, I'm just not very hungry.” Feng Ling said softly, ”Mr. Ian, I am a person who is about to leave the UK, and if there is no necessary reason, I should never have any chance to come here again. Let's just stop. I don't want to affect my current peaceful and stable life.”

Ian knew that neither hard nor soft could shake her. He smiled and said, ”OK, this meal will be a farewell to you. I wish you a good journey back to the United States and a bright future.”

Feng Ling smiled: ”I dare not be a beginner in the business world. It's just lucky that I can occasionally talk down a few lists. It's good to be able to leave a whole body in such a circle. How dare I think about a promising future?”

However, despite this, she also picked up the glass and touched him, and drank the last sip of red wine in the glass.

Maybe Mr. Ian didn't talk about pursuing her any more, but he only cared about all kinds of problems that she would take over the family business when she returned to the United States and sealed her home. From time to time, he pointed out some important things that she needed to pay attention to. Feng Ling's mood also relaxed a lot. He picked up the tableware and began to eat. He talked and laughed with him while eating Smile, the atmosphere is more harmonious.

After chatting for a while, Ian looked at Feng Ling's smiling face and said, ”it's the first time I've seen you smile at me since I've known you so long.”

”Is it?” The smile on Feng Ling's face didn't converge. Naturally, he hooked his lips again: ”little eight often complains that I don't like smiling. He says that I don't have enough affinity. It seems that it's true.”