Chapter 1224 Scar Surface

Chu Yang sat obediently in the back seat. Chu Yan took a look at him, frowned, and asked,

"Where's the driver?"

"smoke."

The girl paused and said.

"Who allowed him to move freely while you were in the car?"

The man's brows were cold, and he leaned back in his chair and closed his eyes.

The assistant who just got on the passenger seat immediately understood.

"Let him settle the salary when he gets home tonight."

Chu Yan didn't say anything. The driver disappeared and didn't come back for a long time.

So the atmosphere in the car was left to sink into silence.

The sound of Shen Pianpian's car leaving could be heard from afar, hitting the window along with the chirping of insects in the suburbs, but it was isolated and vague and quiet.

Chu Yan closed his eyes, thinking about what he had just said, and the corners of his lips curled up meaninglessly, like a mocking arc.

The younger sister beside him cast a sensitive look at him, cold and puzzled.

The man then spoke, laughing nonchalantly,

"Chu Yang, when have you ever seen your brother do anything like sowing discord?"

The assistant in front immediately held his breath and wanted to cover his ears when he heard his tone.

Chu Yan didn't wait for his sister to answer, and he made a comment on himself.

“It’s really ugly.”

He said with a sigh-like smile.

The handsome and elegant lines between his eyebrows and eyes were illuminated by the light filtering through the window, making him look even more tired, as if he could close his eyes and fall asleep at the next moment.

But in the end he just lowered his eyes.

The driver hurried back, apologized profusely and drove the car back.

No conversation along the way.

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It was already late at night, but it must still be daytime in the imperial capital.

Shen Pianpian sat cross-legged on the bed with wet hair, and suddenly remembered that the three-word order he had given to the public relations department had not been truly implemented.

So she thought about it, flipped through the photo album, picked out a bunch of photos, and after carefully selecting them for a long time, she took a screenshot of the photo date and posted it on Weibo.

It was actually a candid photo, taken when she and Cheng Zhiyuan were still neighbors and she took the photo one day when she went to eat there for free.

The man stood at the kitchen counter. He was a soldier with a tall and straight figure like a straight sword. He looked neat and pleasing to the eye when he was cutting vegetables in a shirt and apron.

The light slid down his short black hair and profile, creating a thin halo.

He pursed his lips, still looking cold, but his expression was serious and gentle.

After posting the photo, she didn't read the comments that instantly exploded, but just stared at the photo in a daze.

At that time, she actually didn't know that her identity had been exposed. She was happy every day thinking that her boss had encountered a ghost and suddenly wanted to learn how to cook, and she was just the lucky experimental subject.

It was obvious that at the beginning he couldn't even cook hot pot.

Recalling the serious look of the man putting all the vegetables into the pot, Shen Pianpian felt like laughing, but after laughing, her nose felt sore again.

In fact, it should be very hard.

A kitchen idiot like him would probably get burned or cut if he tried to learn how to cook, but he never told her a word about the process. He just silently brought out dish after dish that became more and more delicious and beautiful.

She ate with gusto, but she didn't know that all the oil, salt, sauce and vinegar were filled with the man's feelings that had accumulated over a long period of time.

It was like that unfamiliar final exam topic. She went to him for help, and the man presented her with his most tragic and embarrassing things. His eyes were so silent and dark, but in the end he just asked her for her thoughts after reading it.