Chapter 118

Ji Chengze takes an Ruixin to a very elegant western restaurant.

In the separate private room, the light is dense, and the table cloth with red and white stripes is spread on the square table in the center.

A few light white candles swaying around, pure white roses inserted in the delicate glass bottle, vaguely can also see the above crystal dew.

When an Ruixin sees the scene, there is a meal at her feet. Ji Chengze takes a few steps forward and finds that an Ruixin doesn't keep up with her. She turns to look at her suspiciously.

"What's the matter?"

"No... nothing." An Ruixin suddenly woke up and hurried to a distance.

As soon as he got close to the table, Ji Chengze had already stepped to the table and helped her pull out the chair.

This development is really not right!

An Ruixin's heart trembled slightly, but she managed to maintain a smile on her face. She walked over and sat down: "thank you."

Ji Chengze nodded and sat down across the table from an Ruixin.

As soon as they were seated, the waiter of the restaurant immediately came over. As for Ji Mingcheng, as early as when they entered the restaurant, they were very evasive.

"What would you like to eat?" Ji Chengze took the menu and offered it to an Ruixin.

An Ruixin was not polite either. She took the menu and turned it over. She said with a smile, "just give me a seven ripe steak."

Ji Chengze nodded and ordered more meals and desserts on the menu. And, of course, a bottle of vintage red wine.

The waiter left with the menu ordered by two people. There were only two people left in the private room.

The candlelight on the table swayed and reflected their embarrassed faces.

I don't know how long later, they finally can't help but break the silence: "you..."

At the same time, both of them were stunned. They looked at each other for a long time with big eyes and small eyes. Ann Ruixin couldn't help laughing.

"Well, how's grandfather Ji? Is the leg healed? I've been busy with my work recently, so I don't have time to visit him. "

"Grandfather is very good, the injury has been almost good." Ji Chengze said as if he had thought of something and added, "I often talk about you and your soup."

An Ruixin is stunned: "my soup?"

"Well, he likes it very much."

An Ruixin was relieved. Fortunately, she didn't dislike her poor cooking.

"Well, I'll bring it to him next time I go to see him."

Before an Ruixin's voice fell, Ji Chengze asked, "where's mine?"

"Ah?" An Ruixin really can't keep up with Ji Chengze's jumping thinking, with a dull face.

Ji Chengze looked at an Ruixin's expression and frowned: "you said you wanted to make soup for me."

I almost forgot if you didn't say it!

At the beginning, Ji Chengze asked her for soup when she went to deliver it to him, but at that time, she thought Ji Chengze was more joking with her.

So this man was not joking? Does he really want to drink his own soup?

An Ruixin raised her eyes to look at Ji Chengze, and asked tentatively: "next time I go to deliver soup to Ji grandfather, I will send one to you?"

"Well." Ji Chengze was satisfied, and his cold and hard lips also rose slightly.

Is this man... Laughing?

An Ruixin's eyes suddenly tighten, staring at Ji Chengze's smile, inexplicably feel some dream.

I didn't expect that this person was very difficult to deal with, but it was unexpected when I really came into contact with him.