His little rose is sweet and wild

Chapter 134 Good Night, Ah Jing

Hearing what he said, Zhang Ying paused for a moment. After all, she was a little embarrassed. After all, the person in front of her was her boss.

"Boss Zhuang, I..."

"Call me Ai."

Before he could finish speaking, the man's cold and magnetic voice interrupted her next words.

Zhang Ying had no choice but to listen to him, "Okay then, as long as you don't think I'm presumptuous."

She called, "Ajing."

It was the first time she called him that.

When it came to Zhuang Jing's ears, it sounded very pleasant, and his frowning gradually eased.

He looked at the woman in front of him who was clearly in her thirties, close to her forties, but she smiled like an unmarried girl of the same age as him.

Clean without any filth.

Zhuang Jing really didn't expect that she was Shen Ming's woman, and she also had a 14-year-old daughter who was in the second grade of junior high school.

But so what.

What Zhuang Jing wanted, there was nothing he couldn't get.

Thinking about it, Zhuang Jing picked up his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish for her, "The fish here is very good."

Zhang Ying was flattered, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang."

As soon as he finished speaking, he met his dark eyes, as if reminding her of something, and quickly said, "Ah Jing."

After so many years of marriage, Zhuang Jing is the only man Zhang Ying has ever been with.

She couldn't help blushing.

I can only bury my head in eating, for fear of showing a little embarrassment in front of him.

And looking at the woman who wanted to bury her head in the plate, Zhuang Jing smiled.

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After dinner, Zhuang Jing sent her home.

After all, her car had already been driven away by someone from the coffee shop.

Thinking of the coffee shop, sitting in the passenger seat, looking at the man who was driving seriously, Zhang Ying couldn't help asking, "How much did you spend on booking the venue today?"

Hearing this, Zhuang Jing turned his head in the spare time, his thin lips moved slightly, "It didn't cost money."

Zhang Ying widened her eyes, "Huh?"

"The rent of that coffee shop is very expensive, how could it be..."

Zhuang Jing said lightly, "Because I am the owner of the coffee shop."

Zhang Ying, "..."

No wonder.

Immediately, both of them stopped talking.

The atmosphere in the car became quiet again.

After driving into the villa area, at the location of the villa designated by Zhang Ying, Zhuang Jing stopped the car and looked at the villa in front of him. There was a light inside, and it was obvious that someone was there.

"I'm here." Zhang Ying said calmly.

No matter how restless his mood was just now, when he saw his home and thought of Shen Nian inside, he immediately regained his calm.

He is also deeply aware of the gap between himself and the man in front of him.

It's not just an age difference of ten years.

Also because she was married and had children.

Zhang Ying thought silently in her heart.

Then he picked up his bag and got ready to get off.

Zhuang Jing glanced at her, but couldn't help being a little dissatisfied when he didn't hear her calling him Ajing, he frowned.

Wearing black clothes, he looked more and more charming in the night. He half leaned on the steering wheel and looked up at her, as if angry, "Yeah."

Zhang Ying didn't notice his emotion, so she turned around and got out of the car.

Just as she was closing the car door, she inadvertently glanced inside, but this glance made her pause.

A few buttons on the collar of his shirt were unbuttoned, revealing his sexy collarbone, illuminated by the lamp above his head at this time, it was inexplicably alluring.

Zhang Ying quickly looked away.

She forced a smile on her face, "Good night, Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Jing frowned even tighter, "Didn't you just say, just call me Ah Jing?"

After being refuted, Zhang Ying could only say, "Okay."

She repeated again, "Good night, Ah Jing."

But he said silently in his heart, Ah Jing, Ah Jing, doesn’t he think it’s too close to be called like this?
And hearing her call him that, Zhuang Jing's unhappiness disappeared immediately, he pursed his lips, feeling extremely happy, "Well, good night."

Then he started the car, turned around and left.

(End of this chapter)