Chapter 82

Without waiting for an Ruixin to go to Zheng Fanghe to discuss this issue in depth, someone's phone call has come over first.

And also with a kind of attitude can not refuse to tell Ann Ruixin, the car in the parking lot, now go out.

If an Ruixin is just a little helpless to hear Ji Chengze's commanding tone again, when she walks into the underground parking lot and sees the familiar luxury car and the familiar person in the luxury car, she can't help rolling her eyes.

"Mr. Ji is very busy recently?" An Ruixin stands outside the car, looking at someone whose back seat doesn't move like a mountain. She can't help but twitch and ask.

Ji Chengze extremely calm back a: "well."

Ji Mingcheng, who has been reduced from an assistant to an exclusive driver, listens to the big boss telling lies all day long, and a cold sweat slips down from his forehead.

An Ruixin was so blocked that she couldn't speak, so she had to admit her life and sit in the back seat.

The car quickly drove out of the parking lot without any waves.

An Ruixin never said anything after she got into the car, while Ji Chengze's attention has been focused on the thermos bucket that an Ruixin is holding.

"You..."

"Well?" An Ruixin suddenly heard the people around her talking, and turned to look at him.

Ji Chengze's dark eyes are staring at an Ruixin's hand for a long time.

An Ruixin was flustered by him. She subconsciously followed his eyes and looked down. She was seeing the bright yellow heat preservation bucket in her hand. She suddenly realized.

"Well, this... This, didn't grandfather Ji twist his foot before? I've heard from the housekeeper that he seems to be very hurt. This soup is very good for bones. I think grandfather Ji doesn't lack anything else, just... "

An Ruixin has not finished, Ji Chengze has cold mouth interrupted her: "my grandfather, don't like soup."

An Ruixin and Ji Mingcheng

Suffocating silence once again spread in the car.

After a long time, an Ruixin seemed to wake up suddenly. She tightened the thermos bucket tightly and said awkwardly, "well, that's really embarrassing."

What's the matter with this kind of sense of seeing, which is blurred by reality?!

An Ruixin gritted her teeth and suddenly regretted that she had so readily agreed to visit him.

Ji Mingcheng, who has been paying close attention to the two people's movements in the front, is eager to grab the ground with his head when he hears Ji Chengze's words.

Don't you like soup? He's been at Ji's for so long. Why hasn't he heard of it?

What's more, even if the old man really doesn't like soup, it's always miss an's heart. How can miss an feel embarrassed when you point it out so plainly!

Ji Chengze didn't feel Ji Mingcheng's inner wailing. Seeing an Ruixin's perfunctory reply, he didn't have the following text. He twisted his eyebrows and hinted: "I really like soup."

"Ah?" An Ruixin's face is muddled. She turns her head and looks at Ji Chengze for no reason. She doesn't recognize Ji Chengze's meaning at all.

Ji Chengze saw that he was so straightforward, and an Ruixin was still at a loss. He couldn't help but float a little impatient between his eyebrows.

His hand suddenly stretched out to the side, put an Ruixin on the seat, looked at an Ruixin's eyes, and said seriously: "your soup can be drunk for me."

An Ruixin

Ji Mingcheng: "shit!