The main purpose of this meeting was to give a heads-up. There was still some time before we needed to make real plans, so the group created a small group chat to make sure that after the proposal, we could still eat and drink as usual, vent our frustrations to each other, and also interrogate Chen Lu to see if he had really become a traitor.
Unfortunately, Chen Lu kept his mouth shut and said nothing.
He said half an hour and it was half an hour. He was really in a hurry. He paid the bill and left halfway through the meal, leaving Li Sinian and Peng Leyun to eat and get to know each other.
That's it?
Of course not.
The reason why Chen Lu is called Master Chen is because of his flawless calculations!
If you really think that this is foolproof, then you're oversimplifying things.
What if, just suppose, Liang Zhirou really loves him to the point of being willing to propose to him? How should Master Chen respond?
After all, there have been precedents of people confessing their feelings before.
He had clearly prepared his lines in his mind that day, but in the blink of an eye, the silly guy stole the ball and shot at him.
A marriage proposal can only happen once, and there can't be the slightest mistake.
Many people only know that Han Xin was a military genius and Huo Qubing sealed the wolf's lair, but they don't know that the two also played an extremely sophisticated intelligence war and were very familiar with how to use spies.
Therefore, this time he also needs to plant a spy on the other side to find out whether Liang Zhirou has such thoughts, and to report all of Liang Zhirou's movements on the same day, and to keep this silly girl in check so that she will not have the chance to intercept him in advance like she did when she confessed that day.
Chen Lu, sitting in the passenger seat, suddenly leaned against the car window and chuckled.
He is still missing one last, and most crucial, piece of the puzzle to win the championship.
A few seconds later.
Chen Mo joined the group chat.
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