'Clatter-'
Ning Qiluo dropped her chopsticks and looked up: "Going back to Beicheng with Jiang Yingchi?"
Jiang Yingchi's cool voice came from the side: "It's just on the way, do as you please."
It means that it's just that we're going the same way, it doesn't matter whether she's going the same way or not.
Ning Qiluo was already dissatisfied with his attitude last night, and since she was the kind of person who would fight back against the direction that countered her, she agreed: "Okay, let's go together then."
...
When Ning Qiluo left, she promised to come back every few days.
Ning Wangshan didn't believe her and only told her, "Be careful."
"good."
She has already boarded Jiang Yingchi's private jet.
The private interior was incredibly luxurious. Ning Qiluo had flown on her father's private jet many times, so she was quite familiar with this kind of environment.
As soon as Jiang Yingchi sat down, she put on a pair of blue light blocking gold-rimmed glasses and began to attend to her official duties.
He completely ignored her presence, a stack of reports, seemingly called quarterly financial statements, spread out on the small table in front of him, which he examined carefully.
Ning Qiluo sat next to him, with a wide aisle in between.
Jiang Yingchi ignored her, and she naturally didn't provoke Jiang Yingchi either, so she just scrolled through her phone.
She clicked on that crazy photo that was circulating online again. It was a photo she had saved online, a picture of her and Jiang Zhaoying, and it looked very unrestrained.
She sat on Jiang Zhaoying's shoulders, wearing Jiang Zhaoying's shirt, while Jiang Zhaoying, wearing a bathrobe, easily supported her.
"Your Excellency, Miss."
The flight attendant came up to her and asked what drink she would like.
Ning Qiluo said, "I want cola, with ice, lots and lots of ice."
The flight attendant nodded to indicate that she understood.
Ning Qiluo was scrolling through Weibo while waiting for her iced cola. When the cola arrived, she asked, "Why isn't there ice?"
The flight attendant was in a real predicament. This was Mr. Jiang's idea, but she couldn't say it directly, so she had to lie: "I'm very sorry, we didn't have time to prepare enough ice before takeoff..."
Then the flight attendant started apologizing to her.
Ning Qiluo didn't necessarily want ice added, so she said it was fine.
Just thinking to myself, Jiang Yingchi's private jet doesn't even have enough ice.
Jiang Yingchi was drinking champagne, which has an alcohol content of only about 12%, much lower than red wine.
Ning Qiluo watched him hold the wine tray with his hands, which were as beautiful as works of art, take a sip, put it down, then raise his hand to push up the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose and continue looking at the report.
It's truly a feast for the eyes.
Such a handsome man, I wonder who will end up with him. She couldn't help but think to herself.
Why are you staring at me?
He didn't even glance at her, yet he already noticed she was staring at him. Ning Qiluo knew he was talking about her, so she immediately looked away, blinking nervously, and said, "I was just thinking..."
What are you thinking about?
Jiang Yingchi glanced sideways and looked at her.
Ning Qiluo's evasive gaze finally met his cold eyes, and she said what was on her mind: "I'm thinking about who you'll end up with..."
Upon hearing this, he showed no unusual expression on his face.
He replied calmly, "It wouldn't be you."
Ning Qiluo realized she had said the wrong thing, her mouth had acted before her brain, but his answer left her somewhat bewildered, and her entire face looked confused.
I don't know if it was out of some kind of resentment, but she retorted, "Aren't you my fiancé?"
But she regretted asking the question as soon as she did.
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