Ji Chengze took An Ruixin to a very stylish western restaurant.

In the separate private room, the lights are dazzling, and the square table in the center is covered with a red and white striped tablecloth.

A few light white candles swayed left and right, and the pure white roses were inserted into the delicate glass bottles, and the crystal dew on it could be vaguely seen.

When An Ruixin saw this scene, she froze at her feet. Ji Chengze took a few steps forward, and found that An Ruixin hadn't followed, so she turned to look at her suspiciously.

"What's wrong?"

"No...it's all right." An Ruixin woke up suddenly and hurriedly walked not far away.

As soon as he approached the table, before he could move, Ji Chengze had already walked to the table and helped her pull out the chair.

This development is really not right!

An Ruixin's heart trembled slightly, but she managed to maintain a smile on her face. She walked over generously and took a seat: "Thank you."

Ji Chengze nodded and went around the square table and sat down opposite An Ruixin.

As soon as the two were seated, the waiter of the restaurant came over immediately. As for Ji Mingcheng, as early as the two of them entered the restaurant, they fled with a wink.

"What do you want to eat?" Ji Chengze took the menu and handed it to An Ruixin.

An Ruixin was not polite, took over the menu, flipped through it, and said with a smile, "Just give me a seven-ripe steak."

Ji Chengze nodded, and ordered a few more meals and desserts from the menu. Of course, there is also a bottle of pure vintage red wine.

The waiter left with the menu ordered by the two, and there were only two people left in the private room.

The candles on the table flickered, reflecting the embarrassed and embarrassed faces of the two.

I don't know how long it took, the two finally couldn't help but break the silence: "You..."

The two who spoke at the same time were stunned, staring at each other for a long time, An Ruixin couldn't help but laugh.

"That... How is Grandpa Ji recently? Is the leg injury healed? I've been busy with work recently, and I don't have time to visit him. "

"Grandpa is very good, the injury is almost healed." Ji Chengze seemed to think of something, and added after deliberation, "I often talk about you and your soup."

An Ruixin was stunned: "My soup?"

"Well, he likes it."

An Ruixin breathed a sigh of relief, but fortunately, she didn't dislike her cooking.

"Well, then I'll bring it to him next time I go to see him."

Before An Ruixin could finish her words, Ji Chengze asked confidently, "Where's mine?"

"Ah?" An Ruixin couldn't keep up with Ji Chengze's escaping thinking, and her face was dull.

Ji Chengze looked at An Ruixin's expression, and his eyebrows clenched a little unhappily: "You said before that you wanted to make soup for me."

If you don't tell me, I almost forgot!

When he went to deliver soup to Mr. Ji, Ji Chengze asked her for soup once, but at that time she thought that Ji Chengze was joking with her more.

So, this man wasn't joking at the time? Did he really want to drink the soup he cooked?

An Ruixin raised her eyes and glanced at Ji Chengze, and asked tentatively, "Then next time I go to deliver soup to Grandpa Ji, will I give it to you in one piece?"

"Well." Ji Chengze was satisfied, and the corners of his cold lips rose slightly.

This person is... laughing?

An Ruixin's eyes suddenly tightened, staring at the smile at the corner of Ji Chengze's mouth, feeling inexplicably dreamy.

Unexpectedly, this person looks very difficult to deal with, but when he really gets in touch, it is unexpected... so coaxing.

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