Chapter 102 They went out for a Western meal alone
"I arrived this afternoon, and got into the car just two minutes before you arrived..."
Bo Jinyan's tone was calm, and his eyes softened slightly.
Sang Ruo nodded slightly and then opened the car door.
The next second, the man's large hand slammed the door shut around her: "Miss Sang, don't you still owe me a meal?"
Sang Ruo was startled for a moment.
Her mind raced, and she seemed to remember promising him a meal.
She did indeed owe him a meal.
I never expected that he would bring this up with her at this critical juncture.
After a moment's hesitation, Sang Ruo was about to speak, but Bo Jinyan beat her to it: "You're not going to try and make up some excuse like 'I don't have time today' or 'next time,' are you?"
Sang Ruo was immediately put on the defensive, feeling unsure of how to respond.
Bo Jinyan lowered his eyes and glanced at her. Seeing her expression, he knew that he had guessed her thoughts.
Give me the car keys.
The man reached out his hand to her, glancing at her indifferently.
Sang Ruo suddenly paused, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"
"Let's have dinner together tonight, you can drive your car."
Sang Ruo looked up at him and asked curiously, "Then where's your car?"
Bo Jinyan's tone was indifferent, and his face showed little expression: "Zhang Ye is in the car. He'll drive it back later."
Sang Ruo nodded thoughtfully, then handed the car keys to him.
Sang Ruo opened the back door of the car, and a deep male voice came from the driver's seat: "Sit in the front."
Her hand, which was gripping the doorknob, suddenly paused.
After a moment's hesitation, he finally strode around the front of the car and headed to the passenger seat.
At this moment, images of the two of them together keep flashing through my mind.
The noise of the piano, along with the fragmented memories from the second floor, surged in like a tidal wave.
For a moment, she forgot about wearing her seatbelt.
A familiar aura instantly approached her.
Sang Ruo had just raised her eyes when she saw Bo Jinyan's extremely handsome profile.
The hand resting on her thigh clenched involuntarily for a moment, and her heart sank to the bottom.
She instinctively took a few steps back, her voice trembling with nervousness: "Mr. Bo, what are you trying to do?"
The man reached out his bony hand and grabbed her right-side seatbelt.
His voice was deep: "You don't know to wear a seatbelt when you're in the passenger seat?"
Sang Ruo's heart suddenly leaped into her throat.
She quickly pulled the seatbelt from his hand, then smiled faintly and said, "I can do it myself."
The two were so close that her face flushed instantly.
Bo Jinyan casually curled the corners of his lips, then suddenly chuckled softly, "Miss Sang, what are you so nervous about?"
The man sat back in his seat and fastened his seatbelt.
"Really?" Sang Ruo said casually, "No, I'm not nervous at all!"
Bo Jinyan curled his lips into a smile, but he didn't say anything more.
When Sang Ruo arrived at the restaurant, she was stunned by the scene before her.
The place he took her to was a rather upscale Western restaurant.
The prices in this kind of place aren't low; tens of thousands of yuan is possible. Luckily, she repaired that antique vase and received 80,000 yuan. Otherwise, she probably wouldn't have been able to afford tonight's meal.
After they sat down facing each other, the man looked up at her and said, "I didn't know what you liked to eat. I thought we'd never eaten Western food together before, so I chose this place. The steak here is pretty good. You can try it. If you like it, you can bring Linlin next time."
"good."
Sang Ruo nodded slightly, her lips curving upwards involuntarily.
The steak had just been served, and Sang Ruo had only taken a few bites when she was interrupted by a shrill voice: "Sang Ruo? Uncle?"
Sang Ruo looked up when she heard the voice, and her brows furrowed slightly when she saw the man in front of her.
Why do I see them everywhere?
What bad luck!
Bo Jin followed her gaze and gently raised his eyelids.
When she saw Bo Jinzhou and Liang Yuxin standing beside her, her bright eyes suddenly turned chillingly cold.
The man put down his knife and fork, his tone casual: "Nephew, what a coincidence?"
Before Bo Jinzhou could even respond, Liang Yuxin suddenly spoke up: "Mr. Bo, why are you having Western food with her? And it's just the two of you!"
Bo Jinyan curled his thin lips into a cool smile, which became even more nonchalant: "Is steak meant for three people, not two? I don't like crowds, and I don't have that kind of hobby."
There was a hidden meaning in his words, and everyone understood it.
A very ordinary sentence, yet it subtly satirizes the relationship between Bo Jinzhou and Liang Yuxin.
"Sang Ruo, come with me, I have a few words I want to say to you..."
Bo Jinzhou grabbed Sang Ruo's hand and quickly pulled her up.
"Jinzhou."
Bo Jinyan picked up a wet wipe, wiped the corner of his mouth, and then slowly put it down, his movements elegant and deliberate.
Bo Jinzhou, who was holding Sang Ruo's hand, suddenly stopped and stopped walking.
Sang Ruo looked in the direction of the sound and saw that the man's beautiful phoenix eyes were filled with a terrifying anger.
"Uncle, Sang Ruo is my wife. You wouldn't even want to stop me from talking to her, would you?"
Bo Jinzhou's eyes were unusually gloomy, and his expression towards Bo Jinyan lacked its usual gentleness, replaced by a mocking and cold demeanor.
"Is there anything that Miss Liang and I cannot hear?"
Bo Jinyan turned his gaze to the two of them, then glanced at Liang Yuxin, seemingly unintentionally.
Liang Yuxin seemed to realize something and asked curiously, "Yes! Jinzhou, you can just say what you want to say here."
"These are things I can't say in front of you; they're matters between my husband and me."
Bo Jinzhou lowered his voice considerably.
Sang Ruo, who had remained silent until now, instinctively shook off Bo Jinzhou's hand after seeing this scene and strode towards the restroom.
"If you want to talk, hurry up and come. Don't keep me from eating."
Bo Jinzhou quickly followed, his face extremely dark.
Bo Jinyan watched their departing figures, his brow furrowing slightly.
Standing to the side, Liang Yuxin's hands, placed at her sides, were clenched slightly at the fingertips, her chest heaving with anger.
Sang Ruo was walking ahead, but when she was about to reach the edge of the corridor, her wrist was grabbed and she was dragged toward the emergency exit.
"Bang--"
The loud slam of the door echoed throughout the entire emergency exit.
Sang Ruo turned around and glared at him: "What are you doing?"
Bo Jinzhou slammed her against the wall, his gaze unusually dark: "Why did you and your uncle come out to eat alone?"
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