Chapter 89 What are you saying? I don't understand.
driver?
That's right.
They could easily call a car to pick them up...
How could she not have thought of that?
My brain must have been stuffed with too much stuff last night, and it's not working properly!
But... since you can arrange a driver... why didn't He Ziyan arrange one last night?
Why...does it feel like I've fallen into a fox's trap?
Jiang Luo looked at him and asked, "Driver...why didn't you come last night?"
He Ziyan paused, his hand holding the wooden chopsticks still, but his expression remained unchanged: "Because I care about my subordinates."
Jiang Luo: "..."
Really? I don't believe it.
However, it was precisely because she stayed that she was able to hear He Ziyan's confession.
This was a good deal.
"By the way," Jiang Luo cautiously looked at the person opposite her, "did you sleep well last night?"
She wanted to know if He Ziyan had heard her screams and howls.
"Hmm." He Ziyan blew on the noodles, then suddenly, as if remembering something, looked up at her. "You want to ask me if I heard you singing and screaming, right?"
Jiang Luo: ...I heard it after all.
Ugh... How embarrassing.
“Ah… I can argue, no, I can explain,” she said hastily. “Singing… that was… that was… that was…”
“So it’s true.” He Ziyan replied casually, “I thought I was dreaming.”
He had a harmless, innocent smile on his face.
Jiang Luo clicked her tongue in amazement.
Help! I shouldn't have brought that up; I've gotten myself into this mess!
"Ah..." Jiang Luo opened her mouth, then after a long while, lowered her head: "Let's just eat noodles."
The more you say, the more mistakes you make.
After finishing the noodles, Jiang Luo took on the task of washing the dishes without any room for argument.
It's truly a shame to always let her accept He Ziyan's kindness without reciprocating.
He Ziyan seemed to have noticed this and didn't insist. While she was washing the dishes, he went to his room to tidy up his things.
At 6:32, the two left home.
The door had just opened when it bumped right into Ji Bei, who was returning.
"You two..." Ji Bei's gaze lingered on the two of them, a meaningful smile appearing on his face, "Didn't you go home last night?"
"There are reporters outside. We stayed here without your permission. I'm sorry," Jiang Luo apologized.
That's not what Ji Bei wanted to hear. "Oh~" he waved his hand, "You can stay anywhere. You two... can stay in whichever room you want."
Jiang Luo: ? That's weird.
"How is Lin Shuang?" she asked again.
“She…” Ji Bei’s eyes darted around, “is doing quite well.”
Jiang Luo: ? That's even stranger.
My gaze settled on Ji Bei's shirt collar, where a bright red wound was faintly visible.
She pointed to her neck and gestured, "Your neck is cut."
Ji Bei raised his hand to cover his mouth and laughed awkwardly, "I... I'm going home first. You two should go to work too."
He Ziyan understood, but just as the corners of his lips turned up in a smile, he received a glare from Ji Bei.
Ji Bei flicked his hand at him, "Hurry up and go."
He Ziyan raised his eyebrows and said to Jiang Luo, "Luo Luo, let's go."
Jiang Luo followed He Ziyan forward, still wondering why Ji Bei was injured.
Did the two of them get into a fight?
But the moment she stepped into the elevator, she belatedly realized what it was.
Her eyes widened suddenly, and she slapped her forehead. "Help! I'm so stupid!"
"What makes you say that?" He Ziyan stood with his arms crossed, gazing at her with a slight smile.
“Ji Bei, that’s not a wound… right?” Jiang Luo looked at He Ziyan.
He Ziyan spread his hands, looking completely bewildered. "What are you talking about? I don't understand."
cut.
Jiang Luo curled her lip, thinking to herself: Are you a foreigner?
"Luo Luo, although I don't know what you were just saying, right now, you're cursing me in your heart." He Ziyan said seriously.
Jiang Luo: Damn! Are you a fortune teller too?
"Hehehe..." she chuckled awkwardly.
Upon entering the underground parking garage, the car arranged by He Ziyan was already waiting.
Both of them sat down in the back row.
The driver was the same one who picked up Jiang Luo last time.
Jiang Luo obediently greeted him, "Uncle Zhang."
Old Zhang nodded, "Hello, Miss Jiang."
The car drove out of the garage and onto the driveway.
"Uncle Zhang, were there any reporters at the door when you arrived?" Jiang Luo asked worriedly.
Old Zhang: "It's okay, you can't see inside the car from the outside."
Even after hearing this, Jiang Luo was still worried.
"Luo Luo," seeing her fidgeting with her hands, He Ziyan lay down, "For a while, we'll just stay like this."
It looks just like the lazy person lying down that went viral on the internet a while ago.
In my memory, He Ziyan was always meticulous, sitting upright, and always with two right angles. He would never do such a thing.
It's novel and funny.
But she still followed He Ziyan's posture and lay down.
The two people were like two pancakes laid out on a griddle.
Old Zhang glanced at the rearview mirror and smiled.
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7:37.
Jiang Luo arrived at Tianmen Residential Area. Her home.
Lin Heng didn't even go downstairs to her apartment building; he just waited at the entrance of the complex, looking like he was about to catch her.
The moment Jiang Luo got out of He Ziyan's car, she felt a chill.
She thought that Lin Heng must be itching to beat her up.
After saying goodbye to He Ziyan, Jiang Luo ran towards Lin Heng's car like a chick being chased by a weasel.
Lin Heng's face was frosty. He glanced at He Ziyan's car, then opened the car door and let Jiang Luo get in first.
He followed me in and slammed the door shut.
"Jiang Luo, tell me, what are you thinking?"
The sudden storm, as expected, gave no chance to catch one's breath.
Jiang Luo, huddled in her seat, nervously replied, "I was just worried about Lin Shuang and wanted to check on her, but then... I got surrounded by reporters."
"Is that so?" Lin Heng sneered. "Then why are you able to come out now?"
"I..." Unable to defend myself.
Lin Heng's question is correct.
Further explanations are futile.
The conversation reached an impasse, and the driver remained silent in front of the car.
Exhaustion washed over her again, and Jiang Luo felt that this was even more depressing than when she was being cyberbullied.
At least back then, her opponents were just those netizens filled with hostility.
She doesn't know them, so she can fight them without any psychological burden.
Now, Lin Heng stands on the opposite side of her.
In her view, none of this was an irreconcilable conflict.
"Does this mean... my work will be impossible if I start dating He Ziyan?" Jiang Luo asked, puzzled.
“Your job,” Lin Heng stared at her as if looking at a hopeless person, “I begged for each and every one of your jobs! Of course you don’t understand the hardships involved.”
“I understand!” Jiang Luo said urgently. “I know it wasn’t easy for you to get this opportunity for me. I know you had to put on a smiling face for those people so that I could get this job, but…”
“But you’re going to give up this great opportunity for He Ziyan.” Lin Heng interrupted her, staring intently at her.
Those gazes were like two burning arrows, making people afraid to meet them for fear of being burned.
Jiang Luo turned her face away and lowered her voice, "That's not how it is. I just feel that I'm an actress, and even if I'm in a relationship, it won't affect my filming."
"An actor? Where is your production team?" Lin Heng retorted cruelly. "Haven't you seen it yet? Right now, you're just relying on hype and popularity. I know you want to act, and I know you didn't actually want to take this dating reality show. You only took this job so that we could have a long-term future. Look, you've clearly put in the effort, but now, are you going to ruin your future for He Ziyan?"
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