Because Ji Huan said that when he came out in the afternoon, Zhu Qianyu didn't mean to disturb his work. He went out with his backpack on his back. Seeing that it was still early, he walked slowly out of the main road to take a bus.
She didn't know where Ji Huan worked. She hesitated at the bus stop and finally took the bus to the downtown. She got off the bus near a coffee shop she liked and was ready to go to the coffee shop to have a cup of coffee and read the meeting book to kill time.
After a few steps, the mobile phone in the bag rang.
It's Ji Huan.
"Xiaoyu, have you got up yet?"
Ji Huan's refreshing voice shocked the lazy spirit of Zhu Qianyu.
"Get up early!"
Maybe the noise of cars on the main road came to Ji Huan's ear on the other side of the phone, "are you outside?"
Bamboo light rain didn't think about it, then replied, "well."
"Go shopping with your mother?"
"No, alone!"
Bamboo light rain think, will accompany his mother as an important thing, is an idiot.
There was a silence on the other side of the phone. After a long time, Zhu Qianyu heard Ji Huan ask, "where are you now? I'll go to find you."
It seems that Ji Huan told his subordinates about his work in the short silence just now.
Bamboo light rain first looked around, and then, just think of him at work.
"Don't you work? You don't have to worry about me. I'll walk around by myself and call me after work. "
Ji Huan's voice came out from the microphone with a smile, "fool, I'm the person in charge. If I can't even leave for a few hours, will this project be done?"
Zhu Qianyu remembered that he was the second son of Ji's family. He really had the privilege of going off work.
"Well, I'm near the Yuemin square in the center of the city."
"Well, you can sit down in any coffee shop and send me a message. I'll be there in half an hour."
Bamboo light rain told him the original plan, hung up the phone, according to the original route to continue.
She sat down in the coffee shop, ordered a drink, took out her laptop, opened the document and started typing.
During her internship in Xinying for several months, she gradually came up with the idea of writing an online drama script.
Online drama approval is relatively easy, therefore, the content can be relatively realistic, language and concept restrictions are relatively less strict.
She has been writing this script for a long time. Some time ago, because of emotional distress, the progress was particularly slow. Even in the month since Ji Huan disappeared again, she didn't even have the desire to open this document.
And now, perhaps the feeling is smooth, ideas suddenly become very clear, inspiration is like a spring.
When Ji Huan entered the door, he saw her head down and waving her fingers to her laptop. At first, he thought she was chatting with friends. When he came closer, he unexpectedly saw that the screen was full of words.
Ji Huan slightly bent over and hugged her shoulder, "what are you writing?"
Asked, with a kiss on the side of her face.
At first, Zhu Qianyu was startled. When he heard his gentle voice, he felt at ease and said, "I'm writing a script..."
Ji Huan answered and sat down beside her. Instead of disturbing her, he turned his eyes to the screen and looked at the contents carefully.
After finishing a short paragraph, Zhu Qianyu stops, takes a Gulu of his drink, moistens his throat and looks at him.
Ji Huan's eyes also turned from the screen to her lips, which were dyed pink and moist by watermelon juice. He couldn't help but suck on her lips.
After kissing, he licked his lips with a look of enjoyment and aftertaste, "well, it's fresh and sweet!"
I don't know if it was his kiss or his words and actions that made her blush.
"It's been a long time, isn't it?"
Bamboo light rain himself along the train of thought all the way to write can't stop, so, how long the concept of time is not.
Ji Huan raised his wrist and looked at his watch. "Well, I've been waiting for 20 minutes."
Bamboo light rain very embarrassed to say "sorry."
Ji Huan, however, put on an uncompromising look, put his hand around her shoulder and put her in his arms. "Are you ready, how can you compensate me?"
"Well?" Bamboo light rain reaction comes over, just say, "I invite you to have a meal!"
Ji Huan shook his head, "just a meal? No, it's too cheap for you! "
Bamboo light rain is also simple, so obediently by his extortion, "then what do you want?"
Ji Huan put his face to her face and rubbed it. "Tomorrow is Sunday. Make me a cake."
Since eating the cakes she made, those cakes of President Ji Da have fallen out of the first place of young master Ji's favorite cakes.
However, he used to be her best friend at most, and had no position or qualification for her to make cakes for herself, but now he is different.
She is his girlfriend. It is her duty and responsibility to take care of his stomach.
Bamboo light rain in the Heart funny, this Ji Huan, how often talk about cake like a child ah.
"No problem. What would you like to eat?"
Ji Huan tilted his head to think, "chestnut flavor, OK?"
"Of course. Do you only like Western cakes?"
Ji Huan did not understand why she asked, but answered her question honestly, "I like Chinese snacks, but I prefer Western snacks, because I like sweet food."
Bamboo light rain this can't help laughing out a voice, "isn't it that boys don't like sweet? Why are you exceptional? "
Ji Huan tut said, "who told you that boys don't like sweet food? My brother and I, still in Beibei, love sweet food. "
Bamboo light rain side looking at him, suddenly found that he in addition to humor, in addition to gentleman, in addition to gentle, there is such a childish side.
"Fortunately, you prefer Western snacks!"
"What do you mean?" Ji Huan didn't quite understand why she suddenly uttered such a sentence.
Bamboo light rain explained with a smile, "my mother is the chef, I told you, right?"
"Well."
"My mother is a very talented cook. She is not only good at all kinds of dishes, but also good at Chinese and Western dim sum. My sister and I didn't dare to run around when we were young, because we were always bullied by our brothers and sisters when we ran out. They didn't have much fun, so we followed my mother to knead and knead in the kitchen with flour or glutinous rice flour all day. Over time, our level of making snacks was comparable to my mother's, but my sister was better at making Chinese snacks, Especially for Cantonese style snacks, my sister's handicrafts are comparable to those of Cantonese style teahouse chefs. As for me, on the contrary to my sister, I'm better at making Western-style snacks. "
It's a plain explanation, but Ji Huan is distressed.
"Forget it, I won't eat it!" The young master suddenly changed his mind.