When Zhang Qingrou heard Ji Zechen promise to help her, her face was full of smiles.

She told her story of pretending to be ill in detail. Su xiatong, who was sitting beside her, almost got up and slapped her.

How can there be such a brazen person!

"Well, I'll take care of it for you." Ji Zechen did not raise his eyes, but still bowed his head to deal with the documents.

"Great, Zechen. I knew you were the best to me." Zhang Qingrou said and went to Ji Zechen.

"What are you doing here?" Ji Zechen said impatiently.

"I... do you want to have dinner with me in the evening? I've decided..."

"No, there's something else to do at night."

"How about tomorrow?"

"Zhang Qingrou, if you don't leave again, I will reconsider whether I can help you."

"Don't, Zechen. I can't go yet." Zhang Qingrou is discontented with Du Qi mouth, stepping on hen Tian Gao to leave.

When you leave, you don't forget to return to Su xiatong with a provocative look.

After Zhang Qingrou left, Su xiatong finally couldn't sit still. He stood up and was ready to leave.

"Where to?" Ji Zechen finally raised his head from the document and looked at Su xiatong suspiciously.

"Go back."

"Well, why do you suddenly want to go back?"

"Why don't you go back? Is it in your way here? "

"What's the matter? I'm making you angry again? "

Ji Zechen couldn't figure out what he had done.

"You have the face to ask! Don't you know? "

"It's about Zhang Qingrou?"

"..." Su Xia's eyes turned white and he didn't speak.

"Aren't you happy that I helped her?"

"You know why you have to promise her."

"So you're jealous?"

Ji Zechen asked with great interest.

"I'm not. I'm just angry!"

"I'm going to be angry if you wronged me so much without asking me clearly."

"You tell me how I wronged you."

"Who said I would help Zhang Qingrou?"

"You promised her just now."

"Did I say it by name?"

“……”

If you think about it, it doesn't seem to be true.

"If you look at you, you will be in a hurry. I don't know. "

"You've made it so obvious that you don't say it."

"I'll show you something." Ji Zechen said and took up the pen on the table and handed it to Su xiatong.

"This is a pen."

"Press this button." Ji Zechen pointed to the button on the pen.

Su Xia Tong pressed lightly.

There was Zhang Qingrou's voice.

"This is..."

"Yes, I recorded what she said."

"Why didn't you tell me earlier."

"You don't give me a chance to talk, are you going to leave? Let's go. I won't stop you. " Ji Zechen asks Su xiatong to go out.

"No, I'm wrong about you, not yet."

Su Xia Tong also knows that he misunderstood him, and naturally he has no confidence to quarrel with him.

"Now you know mine?"

"What are you going to do next?"

"It's what you're going to do next."

"What do you mean?"

"This pen is for you. How to use it depends on you."

"Give it to me? Are you sure? " Su xiatong can't believe it. The plot is changing too fast.

"Sure and sure." Ji Zechen answered firmly.

"Thank you first."

"How do you thank me?"

"Thank you."

"... nothing of substance?"

"What do you want me to do?"

"It depends on your sincerity."