The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

After dinner, Xing Jiuan contacted Weina.

Wei Na's progress is going very smoothly. After the successful cooperation on this project, she can also consider whether to transfer some of the industries to China.

Because things came suddenly and Vina had other things to do, she regretted to tell Xing Jiu'an that she would return to China tomorrow.

Xing Jiuan was surprised and asked when she left, so she could send her off.

Vina said no.

She could go to the airport by taxi by herself, and Xing Jiuan came to see her off, which was just a waste of time.

Xing Jiuan didn't always ask to send her off. He chatted with Vina for a while. It was late, and Vina had to get up early tomorrow. Xing Jiuan said goodbye to her and let her rest earlier.

Then she lay on the bed and spent a while.

Now she can rest for another week without knowing what to do.

She seems to be really free!

Xing Jiuan buried his face in the pillow and couldn't help thinking.

She looked at her mobile phone again. During the day, Zheng Ze replied to her later and told her about Huo Chulan's sudden death. She didn't care much.

Just now, Zheng Ze sent her another message, saying that the skinny, weird old man had also died in the Special Affairs Administration, as well as the old man's son.

In fact, Xing Jiu'an can imagine these.

The old man had done things that hurt the heavens and reason, and he was only hanging his life, so Uncle Master said at that time how long he could live depends on God's will. It is incredible to live to this day!

And the old man's son, who was supposed to have died more than ten years ago, had his life in vain and lived for almost twenty years.

Now, there are no people who can help him continue his life, and he can't live any longer.

What was originally thought to be very complicated was resolved in just a few months, and Xing Jiu'an didn't have much real feeling.

But it was solved in this way.

She put her head in the pillow again and rubbed it like this, which was fine.

In the next week, Lu Zhichen made another appointment with Xing Jiu'an.

Xing Jiuan promised him that when he went out to play with him, he told him that he would be very busy next, and that he should not be able to come out with him for a while.

It was also because she felt very comfortable with Lu Zhichen during this period of time that she would often come out with Lu Zhichen. The two maintained the same relationship as a dull friend, which made Xing Jiu'an feel very fond of it.

After Lu Zhichen heard it, he smiled and said okay.

Then, he said to Xing Jiu'an that he wanted Xing Jiu'an to taste his craftsmanship.

I don't know why, it may be because Lu Zhichen's eyes are too sincere. Xing Jiu'an didn't refuse, nor could he refuse.

She finally said yes.

Lu Zhichen took Xing Jiu'an to a restaurant under his name. One of the rooms had its own small kitchen, which was specially made by Lu Zhichen a long time ago. He often learns to cook here.

Lu Zhichen also thought about taking Xing Jiu'an to the house, but now is not the time.

Moreover, he has no reason to invite Xing Jiuan to go home with him.

Therefore, this place is very good, and he does not appear to be too radical.

Xing Jiuan stood at the door of the kitchen, watching Lu Zhichen cooking.

Lu Zhichen wore a light gray sweater over a white shirt, and his trousers were black trousers that rarely changed.

He is slender, his sleeves are rolled up, his forearms are exposed, and his slow movements can be seen as expensive.

Occasionally she turned her head and smiled slightly at Xing Jiu'an, which made her heart tremble.