Female supporting style is wrong

Chapter 16

The eldest lady who was about to succeed was so angry that Cheng Yaojin came out halfway.

"Who is it?" the woman gritted her teeth: "Which guy is so short-sighted that he came to spoil my good deeds."

Ji Ge got up and showed up generously, and smiled sweetly: "Sorry to bother you, it's me."

The eldest lady squinted at her, and knocked on the glass tabletop lightly: "A little girl who hasn't grown up yet joins in the fun, just get out of here immediately if you have a sense of fun, I don't want to argue with you."

"This won't work, I don't want to leave yet." Ji Ge shook his head and said softly.

The woman's complexion suddenly sank: "Toast is not a penalty."

She gave the bodyguard next to her a look, and waited proudly for Ji Ge to beg for mercy.

The bodyguard stood up straight, and fiercely followed the employer's instructions and walked in front of Ji Ge.

Two long shadows cast down, almost covering Ji Ge's figure, full of oppression.

Ji Ge didn't take these people seriously, and called out slowly: "Uncle Yu, she bullied me."

Yu Mu, who had been hiding in the dark, finally appeared. The man also led a few bodyguards, coughed lightly, and said in a personable manner: "Miss, can I go over there to talk with you."

The manner is polite and elegant, and the conversation is elegant when speaking, and the word "gentleman" is vividly interpreted.

The eldest lady is naturally not an idiot to be able to grow so big with her family's power and arrogance. Just by looking at this posture, she probably knows what she has kicked.

The woman went to "talk" with Yu Mu with a stiff expression.

"Hey," Ji Ge didn't pay much attention to this little episode, she looked at Yan Ran with her chin resting, the girl's cheeks were pink and shiny, her long eyelashes trembled lightly, like delicate and bright peach petals, swaying in the cold spring breeze in March : "I helped you, won't you treat me to supper?"

Yan Ran felt that the person in front of him was really inexplicable, but Ji Ge really helped him, the young man was silent for a moment, and said softly: "Wait for me."

He went to ask the boss for leave.

The boss glanced at Ji Ge calmly: "Yan Ran, where did you provoke this little girl?"

"I don't know." The boy's side face was cold, alienated for no reason.

"Forget it, you should have a good rest tonight," the boss didn't go any further, and readily agreed to Yan Ran's request for leave.

Yan Ran changed out of her overalls, put on her own clothes, and left the bar.

Ji Ge obediently followed behind the young man, and came to a barbecue restaurant with many twists and turns.

It was the peak season for the number of customers, and the store was overcrowded. Yan Ran was obviously a regular customer, and the waiters all recognized him. He glanced at Ji Ge sitting opposite him with a somewhat ambiguous look.

The good-looking little girl who didn't match the old and greasy environment in the store carefully tidied up the expensive-looking dress, sat comfortably on the stool, and looked at Yan Ran with open eyes.

The drizzle did not stop, and the sky was as thick as ink, only the small drop-shaped light bulb above the head cast a warm yellow and soft light.

Ji Ge dismantled the double disposable chopsticks, picked up the burrs on them with some distaste, and tried to make them as smooth and even as possible.

"Speak," Ji Ge heard the young man speak for the first time, the male voice was clear and hoarse, because it was still in the voice change period, it was a bit deep, but it was not unpleasant: "Why are you following me?"

"Student Yan, can't you just open your mouth a little more tactfully?" Ji Ge said calmly, "At any rate, I just helped you."

"You even know my name." Yan Ran's expression became more and more cold: "In other words, what is your purpose for approaching me?"

The little boy is very sensitive, Ji Ge didn't hide it, and cut directly to the topic: "Student Yan, have you ever thought about finding your own biological father?"

The air froze suddenly.

　Three shifts.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)