See You Tonight, My Evil Husband

She thought that since mu Xiaoran knew that Quan Zhendong was the one who saved people on the North Road of the city, there was nothing to hide between them.

Normal men and women, just making friends.

However, mu Xiaoran's cold face looked deeper and deeper, his thin lips lit up, and his cold voice suddenly came: "before you and me, what are you talking about normal and abnormal?"

Jiang Shijin was blocked speechless.

The relationship between them is special, which is the primary abnormality.

"Remember your identity and keep a distance from him." Mu Xiaoran's voice was low, his tone was gentle, but with some sarcasm.

"Mu Xiaoran you!"

"You can go out."

Suddenly called her in and suddenly ordered her to leave. Is it to remind her to remember her identity and keep a distance from other men?

Isn't he tired?

Jiang Shijin turned angrily and slammed the door out: neuropathy

She thought it was over. Unexpectedly, Quan Zhendong called again at 11 a.m. the next day.

Hesitating, she still answered the phone: "hello."

"Jin, do you have time at noon? Let's have dinner together!" Quan Zhendong was gentle, his voice was soft and comfortable, which made people have an impulse to refuse.

But at the thought of Mu Xiaoran's warning yesterday, Jiang Shijin can only refuse.

However, before she spoke, Quan Zhendong said again: "but... Can you come by yourself today?"

That fat woman named Hao Meili talks too much and knows too well. She can also dominate the dinner with strangers. He really doesn't like that kind of naked eyes.

"Mr. Quan, I'm afraid I can't have dinner with you." she said tentatively.

There was a moment of silence on the phone. He asked, "why?"

"I'm going to have a little errand with Meili in the afternoon, so we made an appointment to eat together at noon." Jiang Shijin was overjoyed when he heard that Quan Zhendong was afraid of Meili.

Quan Zhendong obviously talked. She was a little embarrassed: "why not next time?"

"All right."

In the next few days, Quan Zhendong called her almost every day. Jiang Shijin found touda every day for reasons.

There were some reasons that even she felt far fetched.

However, with a lesson from the past, Quan Zhendong suddenly changed his ways.

At noon that day, Jiang Shijin just came out of the building and was about to turn to the canteen. He stopped him: "Jin."

At her feet, she turned around and said, "Mr. Quan?"

Sure enough, I still can't escape.

Embarrassing, too embarrassing.

Chen en was just passing by with her. He looked at Quan Zhendong and asked, "Secretary Jiang, your friend?"

"Yes."

"Then talk to you." Chen en Chong nodded slightly to Quan Zhendong and turned away.

"OK."

In order to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings, Jiang Shijin took Quan Zhendong to the park rest area outside the company. At this time, people were rushing to the canteen. There was almost no one here.

She found a rest chair: "sit down."

Quan Zhendong shook the paper bag he had been holding in his hand, smiled and said, "you've been very busy recently. You've refused me many times. In order to avoid hitting the wall again, I'm ready."

Jiang Shijin touched her head and smiled awkwardly.

"I brought a bento. It was made by my aunt at home. It's nutritious and healthy. I want to eat with you." Quan Zhendong said very directly. At the same time, he took out the bento box, opened it and put it neatly in the middle of the chair.

"Because I don't know your preferences, I prepared more. You choose what you like to eat more."

"Thank you."

Quan Zhendong handed over the box containing rice and then handed over chopsticks: "be casual. Don't be too polite to me, or I'll think you hate me."

"Of course not."

He is a benefactor. Of course he won't hate it, but he can't accept the pursuit.

"So you still call me Mr. Quan?" he frowned on one side of his head.

Jiang Shijin loosened her shoulders, lowered her head and said with a smile, "I just think that's what I call you."

After all, she is a person with a head and a face, and she is just a shrimp.

Quan Zhendong was giving her a meal in the air. He looked at it incomprehensibly: "identity? Jin, how can you be a person who cares about identity? Our e-mail exchanges over the years are at least friends. You shouldn't say such words, understand?"