Chapter 117: Make Her Happy
However, this feeling only lasted for a moment. The hand under the table clenched quietly. A layer of mist covered Jiang Yuan's moist eyes. She pursed her lips and said in a restrained voice: "I know. But I will pay you back the money slowly. I am with you and don't want to owe you anything. The 2 million debt is a big burden for me, but it's not enough to make me sell myself..."
These words were so exaggerated that she couldn't even finish them. She looked up at him. He calmly exhaled his cigarette, his deep gaze filled with a hint of interest. "How about you write me a note?"
Jiang Yuan was stunned for a moment, then said seriously, "I'll write it."
He scoffed, his playful eyes continuing to wander over her face. "You'd better prepare a notebook and write down every penny you spend on me from now on, so that you don't have to be so slender in front of me."
Only then did Jiang Yuan realize that he was making fun of her.
Her face flushed, she glanced at him, bit her lips slightly, and held her breath, but her heart suddenly relaxed.
"Hmm? Accountant Jiang?"
His eyes were fixed on her absentmindedly.
Jiang Yuan replied with a stern face: "How do you know that I spent your money and not you spent mine? I treated you to this meal, and you seem to be eating it with a clear conscience."
The slightly playful smile on his face suddenly deepened, the corners of his narrow eyes slightly closed, and the bottom of his deep eyes were dotted with stars, shining straight into her eyes.
He has a deep voice, and his laughter comes from his chest, low and rich, which is particularly pleasing to the eardrums.
In all the time she had been dealing with him, she had never seen him smile like this. She had seen him chatting and laughing with executives in the company, and smiling with daggers in his eyes with competitors at the negotiation table, but those smiles were only on the surface.
At this moment, he was wearing a loose pajamas, leaning lazily on the dining chair, still with the fatigue of just getting up. He hadn't finished smoking a cigarette and hadn't taken a few bites of his meal, but he was easily amused by her words.
Or rather, he was deliberately lowering himself to please her.
Jiang Yuan's heart skipped a beat due to the dazzling light, but soon calmed down.
It turned out that conquering this man was neither difficult nor easy. She had forgotten how she climbed into his bed step by step, but there was no doubt that he had let down his guard against her now.
He picked up his chopsticks again and said slowly, "You put a lot of effort into preparing this table. If I don't show some support, I'm afraid you'll cry again."
Jiang Yuan: “….”
She had deliberately acted pitiful in front of him. After wearing the mask for so long, she had developed the ability to make her eyes red at any time. She thought he didn't care at all before.
He just spoke in a dishonest way, but he ate most of the dishes.
He drank up the entire pot of soup. After finishing it, he sat there leisurely and wiped the corners of his mouth carefully with a towel.
Jiang Yuan thought, he flew back overnight and tossed her in bed for more than two hours early in the morning, he might be really hungry.
Jiang Yuan stood up and said, "I'll clean this up and go back to the company. You can go back to sleep to get over the jet lag."
"Don't move. Let Sister Zhang come and clean up. I'll go back with you."
As he spoke, he stood up, turned around and went back to the bedroom. He came out after a while. He was dressed meticulously in a suit, a dark suit with a dark blue tie, and the bow tie was neatly tied. His almost untended crew cut, coupled with his cold and dull face, restored his usual image of a stern president.
Jiang Yuan glanced at him and was dazed for a moment. Where did the man who was sitting on the chair and making her laugh just now go?
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