Mr. Wen, show your heart

Chapter 2 II. Rollover scene

Seeing Yuan Ke's burning gaze, the familiar possessiveness in it made Jiang Chuchu suddenly lose interest, she lowered her face, her big misty eyes refused to give even a single glance to the man across from her.

The spring was bright outside the window, her expression was frozen and her voice lacked sincerity.

"Why don't Second Young Master Yuan go home and ask your parents and your brother, when you can really marry me, I won't be too late to think about it."

After this sentence, no matter how much Yuan Ke persuaded, Jiang Chuchu always looked like "I don't know if I can't hear me and there is no one in front of me", and even took out her mobile phone to browse Weibo. The advantage is that the subject is easy to understand, and the man gradually became speechless.

Yuan Ke answered the phone, seeming to urge him to deal with something, he put down the phone and sighed.

"Chuchu, let's talk about this matter another day, and I'll send you back—"

Before the words fell, Yuan Ke ignored Jiang Chuchu even more impatiently. After all, Yuan Ke failed to abandon all the self-esteem of the rich second generation and continue to humiliate herself.

He left with a sullen face.

After Yuan Ke left, Jiang Chuchu breathed a sigh of relief, put down her pretentious mobile phone, glanced at the glass ornaments on the side, and confirmed that she still had exquisite makeup, then turned her head to look to the left.

Three to five meters away, in another corner, sat a man with a gentle temperament, handsome features but not the slightest aggressiveness, only a pair of clear pupils, revealing restraint and indifference, making people daydream and Between sobriety, sink unconsciously.

This is a man with top-notch appearance and temperament.

The man had been watching her for a long time, and not long after she sat down with Yuan Ke, this man came, and Jiang Chuchu took it for granted that this represented some kind of signal.

It's time to have a good time, and it seems that there is nothing wrong with developing a new relationship.

Jiang Chuchu thought for a moment, facing the man's thoughtful gaze, she was about to get up gracefully - suddenly a woman came in a hurry and sat down opposite him.

The man looked away.

It turns out that famous grasses have owners.

Jiang Chuchu had no choice but to forcefully pull back her half-twisted waist, sat back on her seat weakly, and glanced at the new woman inadvertently.

With this glance, the melancholy in Jiang Chuchu's heart, which was too late to rise, quickly turned into a look of watching the show.

What a coincidence, the person who came was Jiang Mingzhu—her good sister.

Jiang Mingzhu fiddled with her broken hair, her small face flushed slightly from embarrassment.

"Doctor Wen, I'm sorry, I'm late."

"It doesn't matter."

Gentle timbre, but deep and sexy tone, it is very easy to think of the beautiful scenery between the beds at midnight.

Jiang Chuchu simply tilted her head, resting her chin on her hand, and eavesdropped openly—anyway, it was the man who peeked at her first, and Jiang Mingzhu was obsessed with masculinity and selective blindness.

Jiang Mingzhu called the waiter politely, ordered two cups of coffee, then turned her head and said, "The coffee here is delicious. My mother and I come here often, and Dr. Wen also tastes it."

Her behavior seemed to Jiang Chuchu to be extremely contrived.

Jiang Chuchu squinted her eyes, and exclaimed in her heart that it was interesting. Jiang Mingzhu just got engaged last month, and the engagement partner was still a certain boyfriend before her, and she was also a handsome business elite. How could she not bear the loneliness so quickly? Hong Xing came out of the wall?

As if completely unaware that there was a voyeur here, when the coffee was served, the man really took a sip, put down the hand holding the coffee, and started chatting again.

"The relationship between Miss Jiang and her family seems to be good?"

Jiang Mingzhu's eyes still fell on the man's bony fingers when holding the cup, and she nodded shyly upon hearing this.

(End of this chapter)