Mr. CEO Has a Crush on Me-Chapter 598: Met a Really Handsome Uncle (6)

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Chapter 598: Chapter 598: Met a Really Handsome Uncle (6)

"The food at this place isn’t bad, even if the setting leaves something to be desired. Where did you find it?" Jiu Rong asked as he walked. "I didn’t realize you’ve become so adept at living the good life lately."

"I didn’t realize you talk so much nonsense," Gu Annan said, hands in his pockets, strolling down the stairs nonchalantly.

Zhao Chen thought to himself, there’s a lot you don’t realize, Boss.

Just now, they had reached the private dining room, and he had to step out to tell the people there to give the ball to the little girl.

At the time, he felt that his BOSS was doomed, already captivated by a child even before getting married.

Instinctively, he felt that if BOSS were really to marry Miss Shu, he probably wouldn’t be too happy about Miss Shu getting pregnant.

As for Miss Lu...

Ah!

Zhao Chen sighed deeply in his heart.

It was only at the dinner table just now that he found out Miss Lu was now working at MG. No wonder they suddenly started collaborating with MG.

"Eh, isn’t that..." Zhao Chen looked up as he was coming downstairs and saw Lu Wanwan looking at a receipt from the cashier as she walked.

"Wanwan," Jiu Rong called out louder than him, with an open and hearty smile. He walked over to her. "What a coincidence."

Lu Wanwan looked up and was startled to see Jiu Rong, "Mr. Jiu."

As soon as she spoke, someone leisurely descended the stairs from behind Jiu Rong.

Her heartbeat quickened involuntarily as she looked over.

That indifferent, smoke-like face held no particular emotion.

He glanced at her, just a look, then moved his gaze away, as though she was air.

"Miss Lu," Zhao Chen came down and also politely greeted her. "It’s so surprising to see you after so many years."

"Assistant Zhao," she responded with a smile. "Good to see you."

Lu Wanwan felt awkward knowing that she knew everyone present.

She greeted only these two and ignored the other person, which seemed overly deliberate.

Yet she had made a promise to Gu Annan, to act like strangers at their next meeting and avoid him as much as possible.

"Are you here to eat with friends?" Jiu Rong blurted out enthusiastically without much consideration.

"Yes," she nodded.

"Are we going or not?" With a cold voice, Gu Annan was already standing by the stairs, slightly tilting his head.

Lu Wanwan scoffed, what was there for her to feel awkward about? Pretending not to recognize him wasn’t only her act.

"Mr. Jiu, you should go ahead with your work, goodbye," she said.

Jiu Rong nodded, then said, "Aren’t you also heading downstairs? Come on, and along the way, about your recent work..."

Zhao Chen watched them as they walked away, nonchalantly discussing work, as naturally as could be.

He suddenly felt how starkly alone Gu Annan seemed up ahead.

"Miss Lu," he caught up to her. "What are your plans now that you’re back in the country?"

Lu Wanwan had been listening to Jiu Rong and felt less awkward.

But then Zhao Chen started up a casual conversation out of nowhere.

And just as Jiu Rong was speaking, he stopped.

She couldn’t ignore him, so she replied casually, "Nothing much."

"Mr. Jiu wouldn’t be so harsh as to have Miss Lu start intense work right after returning to the country, would he?" Zhao Chen asked with a bright smile.

Jiu Rong wondered if there was a hidden meaning behind that remark.

With Zhao Chen making that comment, there must be someone else suggesting it, right?

Damn, didn’t we agree to leave personal grievances aside? Liar!

"Of course not, our group is always humane. She must be exhausted from her trip and needs time to adjust to the jet lag. So she has no work tasks for this week."

Lu Wanwan looked up, "But isn’t tomorrow..."

"That was only arranged for you because it was urgent, but it’s not urgent anymore. Didn’t anyone tell you?" Jiu Rong lied with a straight face, pretending to be surprised.

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