Jiuye's little wife is sweet and sassy

Chapter 120 Missed Call
In the spacious office, one person was sitting on a chair and the other was half squatting on the ground. The two were silently watching each other, neither of them spoke.

After a long time, the person sitting on the chair leaned forward slightly, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the person in front of him without blinking.

It may be that Jun Wuyong's eyes are too sharp, or it may be that the atmosphere in the office is too... weird, Yan Ruoxue's fingers 'jumped' unconsciously, and blurted out, "I didn't say anything just now! Eat! Eat! I Go wash your hands..."

Saying that, Yan Ruoxue got up and quickly ran out of the office.

Looking at the back of Xue'er leaving, Jun Wuyong's eyes flickered, and his eyes moved down slightly. Seeing her slightly messy footsteps, the coldness in Jun Wuyong's eyes receded, and a faint smile appeared.

"Crack!"

The door of the office was closed, Jun Wuyong was the only one in the empty office, the office that was still "busy" just now became cold and lonely in an instant.

Jun Wuyong's gaze fell on the packaging bag of 'Qing Shizhai', his eyes were obscure, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

The waiting process was long, and the flow of time seemed to be delayed. Jun Wuyong stared at the door of the office, waiting for the person who opened the door.

"#@￥%..."

Suddenly, pleasant music sounded from the side bag.

Jun Wuyong retracted his gaze and looked at the backpack on the desk.

Tapping his fingertips lightly, Jun Wuyong's eyes flickered, as if he was thinking about something.

After a while, the music stopped, and Jun Wuyong turned his gaze to the office door again.

"&%￥#@..."

The music sounded again, and Jun Wuyong's fingertips moved.

After a few breaths, Jun Wuyong raised his arms and opened the backpack.

The word 'Jun Zhan' came into Jun Wuyong's eyes impressively, his left hand on his lap clenched into a fist, and a cold light flashed in his deep eyes.

The sound of music seemed tireless and never stopped for a long time.

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Western restaurant, inside the washroom.

Jun Zhan frowned, staring at the phone screen with impatience and disgust in his eyes.

Until the stereotyped female voice sounded again on the phone, "I'm sorry..."

Before the audio was finished, Jun Zhan hung up the phone, paused with his fingertips on the keyboard, and dialed another person's number.

"Dad, Yan Ruoxue won't answer the phone."

"If you don't answer it, don't answer it. You have time to look for her." After a slight pause, Jun Changsheng added, "It's best... when Jun Wuyong is around."

If Jun Changsheng asked him to contact Yan Ruoxue often, he guessed that Yan Ruoxue might have given his parents some kind of ecstasy soup, then his father's phrase "choose when Jun Wuyong is around" immediately made him guess, "Dad, Why do you want to do this?"

"You can just do as I say." Without waiting for Jun Zhan to answer, Jun Changsheng emphasized again, "Recently I often contact Yan Ruoxue, that's all."

Jun Zhan seemed to want to say something more, but the busy tone from the phone made him shut his mouth.

A boy walked into the bathroom and saw Jun Zhan staring at his phone. He smiled and stepped forward, patted him on the shoulder, and said, "Why is it taking so long? Let's go to eat."

After Jun Zhan and the others left, a boy wearing waiter clothes walked out from the inner room.

The boy looked in the direction of the door with doubts in his eyes.

This boy is none other than Yan Ruoxue's friend Cheng Feifan.

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How long does it take to wash your hands?

No matter how big your hands are, you still have time to wash them.

Yan Ruoxue looked at the person with blushing cheeks in the mirror. Although she was very disgusted in her heart, she had to admit that the person she detested so much was herself.

After the blush on her face faded, and after she had done countless times of mental construction secretly, Yan Ruoxue left the bathroom slowly under the doubtful eyes of others.

"Crack!"

The door of the office opened, and a pair of dark eyes came into view. Yan Ruoxue's eyes subconsciously moved down. When she saw the pale pink lips, Yan Ruoxue felt as if she smelled the faint smell of tobacco again...

After a brief short-circuit, the brain resumed its work. Yan Ruoxue hurriedly turned her eyes to look elsewhere. When the packing bag came into view, Yan Ruoxue blurted out, "Eat..."

Jun Wuyong, who had been watching Yan Ruoxue all the time, blinked his eyes, and replied, "Okay."

Yan Ruoxue set up her lunch, and just after taking two bites, she heard a male voice ringing in her ears.

"Thank you Xueer."

Yan Ruoxue paused her hands, and suddenly understood the meaning of 'hard work'.

Same as this morning and last night, Yan Ruoxue held the chopsticks, and the two of us ate lunch with one mouthful.

During this period, Jun Wuyong's eyes were fixed on Yan Ruoxue all the time, maybe it was because of the kiss just a few centimeters away, Yan Ruoxue always felt that the atmosphere was a bit weird, and she felt a little...feeling faint in her heart for no reason.

Every time she lowered her head to pick up food, she felt particularly guilty, but when she looked up at Uncle Jiu, that feeling of guilt became lighter... Amid the guilt and doubts, Yan Ruoxue finished this extremely long meal 'And a tormented lunch.

After eating, Yan Ruoxue quickly ran out of the office with the excuse of throwing garbage.

His gaze fell on Yan Ruoxue's receding back, Jun Wuyong narrowed his eyes slightly, and the temperature in the office instantly dropped a few degrees.

As time passed, the temperature in the office dropped again and again.

About 10 minutes later, Yan Ruoxue pushed open the door of the office and walked in again.

When she saw Uncle Jiu sitting at the desk concentrating on his work and not paying attention to her, Yan Ruoxue breathed a sigh of relief, and then a faint feeling of disappointment welled up in her heart.

Yan Ruoxue subconsciously opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but at the moment she opened her mouth, she was a little... at a loss, her voice was stuck in her throat and disappeared...

The office is very quiet, one is sitting at the desk working, the other is sitting on the sofa writing and drawing, everything looks the same as in the morning, but there seems to be something different...

"&%￥#@..."

Suddenly the bell rang in the quiet office, Yan Ruoxue paused the pen in her hand, got up, opened her backpack, and rummaged through her phone.

Yan Ruoxue, who was eager to find the phone, didn't notice that the moment the phone rang, a cold light flashed in Jun Wuyong's dark eyes.

"I'll answer the phone." Saying that, Yan Ruoxue walked out of the office with her mobile phone in hand.

The slightly upturned tail note and brisk footsteps all showed Yan Ruoxue's good mood.

Even though it was only for a moment, Jun Wuyong clearly saw the word 'Qin Ming' just now.

As if thinking of something, Jun Wuyong narrowed his eyes slightly, and indistinctly, a dark red appeared in his dark eyes.

(End of this chapter)