NOVEL NEXT Chapter 82
Chapter 82 Don’t like soup
Before An Ruixin went to Zheng Fanghe to discuss this issue in depth, someone’s phone number had already been called first.
And also told An Ruixin with an attitude that could not be rejected, the car was in the parking lot, and he should go out now.
If An Ruixin heard Ji Chengze’s commanding tone again just a little helpless, then when she walked into the underground parking lot and saw the familiar luxury car and the familiar person in the luxury car, she Can’t help but want to roll his eyes.
“Mr. Ji has been very free these days?” An Ruixin stood outside the car, looking at someone in the back seat of the car, and couldn’t help twitching the corners of her mouth.
Ji Chengze replied very calmly: “Yeah.”
Ji Mingcheng, who has been reduced from an assistant to an exclusive driver, listened to the big boss Qingtian talking nonsense, a drop of cold sweat slipped from his forehead.
An Ruixin was so speechless that she confessed her fate and sat in the back seat.
The car quickly drove out of the parking lot, and there was no storm.
An Ruixin didn’t say anything after getting in the car, and Ji Chengze’s attention had been focused on the thermos that An Ruixin was holding.
“you……”
“Huh?” An Ruixin suddenly heard the person next to her speak, was taken aback, turned her head to look at him.
Ji Chengze’s dark eyes stared at An Ruixin…’s hand so closely, and he didn’t speak for a long time.
An Ruixin was panicked by him, and she subconsciously followed his gaze to look down, seeing the bright yellow thermos barrel in her hand, and she suddenly realized.
“Ah, this…this, didn’t Grandpa Ji twisted his ankle before? I heard Grandpa Butler said that it seemed to be hurt very badly. This soup is good for bones, and I think Grandpa Ji should not lack other things. ,on……”
An Ruixin hasn’t finished speaking, Ji Chengze interrupted her coldly: “My grandfather, I don’t like soup.”
An Ruixin and Ji Mingcheng: “!”
Suffocating silence once again spread in the car.
After a while, An Ruixin seemed to wake up suddenly, tightening the insulation barrel in her hand, and said embarrassingly: “That’s it, that’s really embarrassing.”
What is the sense of sight that is kind of good intentions but blurred by reality? !
An Ruixin gritted her teeth, and suddenly regretted that she had promised the old man so readily to visit him.
Ji Mingcheng, who has been following the dynamics of the two in front of him, heard Ji Chengze’s words, and even waited to grab the ground.
The old man doesn’t like soup? Why hasn’t he heard of it after being in Ji’s house for so long?
Furthermore, even if the old man really does not like to drink soup, it is always Miss An’s heart. President, you pointed out so bluntly, why Miss An feels so awful!
Ji Chengze did not sense the wailing in Ji Mingcheng’s heart. Seeing An Ruixin responded so perfunctorily and then disappeared, he twisted his eyebrows, and confidently hinted: “I really like to drink soup.”
“Huh?” An Ruixin looked confused, turned her head and looked at Ji Chengze inexplicably, but didn’t even understand what Ji Chengze meant.
Ji Chengze saw that he was so blunt, An Ruixin was still at a loss, a little impatient between her eyebrows.
Suddenly stretched out his hand to the side, circled An Ruixin on the seat, met An Ruixin’s eyes frontally, and said with a serious face: “You can give me your soup.”
An Ruixin: “…”
Ji Mingcheng: “…” Damn!