Chapter 47 President He has great courage.
“You guys…” Jiang Luo said.
Everyone turned to look.
She swallowed hard. "Are you hungry?"
Qin Ning: "..."
In Qin Ning's eyes, Jiang Luo saw disappointment after he had shown expectation.
That made her feel a little...useless.
She admitted that her social skills were indeed zero.
When she goes out with Brother Lin for social events, all she does is smile.
But right now, she needs to take the lead and break this suffocating atmosphere!
Jiang Luo never gives up!
I must have set fire to the mountain in my past life to be able to dine with them in this life.
Cheer up, and push the menu in front of Xu Lu, speaking in a deliberately gentle voice, like a teacher coaxing a kindergarten child, "You haven't ordered yet, have you? The waiter just introduced some..."
I tried hard to recall, but... all those introductions had vanished, not a single word remained.
Jiang Luo gave her usual social smile, "But I forgot, let Qin Ning introduce it to you. He's very familiar with this restaurant. Right, Qin Ning?"
“Yes! Let me introduce the dishes to you.” Qin Ning took over seamlessly, leaning forward and pointing to the dishes on the menu as if she knew them by heart, “This ‘Love Before Sunset’ is scrambled eggs with tomatoes…”
Scratching his brow, Jiang Luo thought to himself: I can tell, he really loves this restaurant. He even remembers what these weird dish names mean.
My gaze unconsciously shifted to Qin Ning's side, where the guy still looked displeased.
Strangely enough, although he was expressionless 90% of the time, Jiang Luo could still sense his fluctuating emotions from those varying degrees of expressionlessness.
She looked him over, trying to give him a reassuring look when their eyes met.
Unfortunately, he didn't look at her and got up, saying, "I'm going to the restroom."
“I’m going too,” Jiang Luo followed.
Xu Lu glanced at it, wanted to move, but bit her lip and held back.
Pursuing someone is like flying a kite; you need to be in a balanced way.
Jiang followed closely behind, while He Ziyan acted as if he hadn't heard anything and walked straight ahead.
He wandered through the lush green restaurant, surrounded by beautiful scenery rarely seen in the city, yet he showed no interest, numb as if he were a train that only ran along the tracks.
Jiang Luo was confused.
Was He Ziyan angry with Xu Lu, or angry with her?
She couldn't quite understand why He Ziyan was angry.
Xu Lu was sarcastic and pointed at her; if anyone in the room had to be chosen to be angry, it should be her.
Moreover, judging from the situation just now, He Ziyan clearly won the argument.
There's even less reason to be angry now.
The winner should be pleased.
Of course, this is a slight loss of manners.
After walking about ten meters away, Jiang Luo, feeling guilty, turned back for a quick glance to confirm that they were indeed some distance from their dining table.
She lowered her voice and called out furtively, "He Ziyan."
Like a sudden stop, He Ziyan came to an abrupt halt, but did not turn around.
The restrooms were just ahead, but the photographer didn't follow.
The bathroom is designed like a quaint little wooden house, with each log exuding a natural feel. If it weren't for the current situation, Jiang Luo would definitely have taken a good look at it.
She turned off her microphone, and then took a few steps to walk around to He Ziyan's side.
The two faced each other, and He Ziyan looked away.
Seeing that awkward posture, Jiang Luo was certain that regardless of whether He Ziyan was angry with Xu Lu or not, he had some dissatisfaction with her.
But why?
My mind raced through everything that had just happened, and nothing seemed amiss.
He Ziyan didn't say anything, just stood there blankly, his face clearly showing "I'm not happy".
That's so annoying!
With a wicked thought in mind, Jiang Luo immediately imitated his expressionless face, her eyebrows, eyes, and lips all turned down, even more ruthless than him. Then, unexpectedly, she spread her five fingers and fanned him, only to stop abruptly at his neck.
In an instant, He Ziyan's pupils dilated.
Strangely, he didn't dodge.
In the moment when he might get beaten up, He Ziyan didn't dodge!
The normal physiological reaction for most people would be to avoid it!
He Ziyan is far too calm, isn't he?
Or did I trust her too much?
Jiang Luo originally thought she was about to see He Ziyan in a panic.
Uh... no.
He looked down at her with a stern expression, his bangs pulled low, exuding an imposing aura.
The prank failed, leaving Jiang Luo with the panic of a basket of unsold goods and the embarrassment of it overflowing.
Who is she? Where is she? What stupid thing did she just do?
With a forced smile, Jiang Luo reached her slender fingers to He Ziyan's collar, pinched the microphone, and then, under He Ziyan's gaze, pressed and held it to turn it off.
She gave a thumbs up, "President He, you have great courage."
Those clear eyes were fixed on her.
He remained silent.
Feeling a chill run down her spine from his intense gaze, Jiang Luo immediately cut to the chase: "You're unhappy? Why?"
Her once still eyes flickered, like a shooting star streaking across the sky.
After a moment of silence, He Ziyan asked, "Why are you asking me this question?"
Jiang Luo explained, "I can tell you're not in a good mood."
She spoke earnestly: "Xu Lu is your friend. Perhaps there are some past grievances or conflicts between you, but this is a live broadcast. Everything you say and do will be broadcast and judged by others. Since you're not playing the role of someone who turns against their friend..."
"Why didn't I get this script?" He Ziyan cut off the conversation, decisively.
Because you're using a script where you're trying to create a romantic pairing with me.
Jiang Luo didn't want to say it, and couldn't bring herself to say it.
“I’m just trying to be helpful by reminding you that your every word and action is being watched by netizens. Many of them may use this to attack you, cyberbully you, or say that you bullied a young girl… Well… I don’t know what they will say, but based on my experience, what you just did was very dangerous.”
This time, He Ziyan patiently waited for Jiang Luo to finish speaking before slowly asking, "Why did you kindly remind me?"
Jiang Luo: ...
Are you the king of questions?
Why do you have so many whys?
When she couldn't express herself fluently, Jiang Luo unconsciously began to gesture with her hands. "Because you made sandwiches this morning and paid for the grocery shopping. Maybe it's nothing to you, but those who receive favors should be grateful. Besides, you were just standing up for me."
Motivation is important, sometimes even more important than the behavior itself.
Following Jiang Luo's flailing hands, He Ziyan thoughtfully replied, "Okay. I understand."
The communication went so smoothly?
Jiang Luo was quite surprised. "Then you..."
He Ziyan chimed in, "Go back and keep quiet, and finish your meal quietly."
Shrugging, Jiang Luo chuckled, "You're surprisingly understanding."
"Am I unreasonable in your eyes?" He Ziyan leaned forward an inch.
A sense of oppression surged forth.
That delicate face suddenly magnified.
Her eyebrows seemed meticulously designed, her eyes were dark and shiny, her nose was straight, and her thin lips had a subtle, understated quality.
It really does look as good as in close-up shots.
Pure, beautiful, and untouched by any dust.
He has such a cute, innocent face, but unfortunately, he has a sharp tongue and a cunning personality.
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