Rebirth of a Movie Queen: the President of the Empire Is Sent to the Door

Before An Ruixin went to Zheng Fanghe to discuss this issue in depth, someone's phone number had already called.

And also told An Ruixin with an attitude that could not be refused, the car is in the parking lot, and go out now.

If An Ruixin was just a little helpless when she heard Ji Chengze's commanding tone again, then when she walked into the underground parking lot and saw the familiar luxury car and the familiar person in the luxury car, she felt a little helpless. I couldn't help but roll my eyes.

"Mr. Ji has been busy recently?" An Ruixin asked while standing outside the car, looking at someone in the back seat who was motionless.

Ji Chengze replied calmly: "Well."

Ji Mingcheng, who had been reduced from an assistant to a dedicated driver, listened to the big boss Qingtian and Bairi talking nonsense, and a drop of cold sweat fell from his forehead.

An Ruixin was so blocked that she could not speak, so she had to resign herself to the back seat.

The car quickly left the parking lot without causing any storms.

After An Ruixin got into the car, he didn't speak again, and Ji Chengze's attention was always on the heat preservation bucket that An Ruixin was carrying.

"you……"

"Huh?" An Ruixin suddenly heard the people around her speak, she was stunned, and turned to look at him.

Ji Chengze's dark eyes stared at An Ruixin's hand so tightly, he didn't speak for a long time.

An Ruixin was flustered by him, and subconsciously followed his gaze and looked down, seeing the bright yellow heat preservation bucket in her hand, and she suddenly realized.

"Cough, this... this, didn't Grandpa Ji twist his foot before? I heard from Grandpa the housekeeper that it seems to be hurt quite badly. This soup is good for bones, I think Grandpa Ji should not lack other things. ,At once……"

Before An Ruixin could finish speaking, Ji Chengze interrupted her coldly: "My grandfather, I don't like soup."

An Ruixin and Ji Mingcheng: "!"

A suffocating silence spread inside the car again.

After a long while, An Ruixin seemed to have suddenly woken up. She tightened the heat preservation bucket in her hand and said embarrassedly, "I see, I'm really sorry."

What's with this kind of instant vision, which is so well-intentioned but blinded by reality? !

An Ruixin gritted her teeth, and suddenly regretted that she had promised the old man to visit him so readily.

Ji Mingcheng, who has been following the two people's activities in front, can't wait to grab the ground with his head when he hears Ji Chengze's words.

The old man doesn't like soup? He stayed at Ji's house for so long, why haven't he heard of it?

What's more, even if the old man really doesn't like soup, it is always Miss An's heart. President, how can you make Miss An feel so bluntly pointed out!

Ji Chengze didn't sense Ji Mingcheng's inner mourning. Seeing that An Ruixin responded so perfunctoryly and then disappeared, he wrinkled his brows and hinted confidently: "I really like soup."

"Ah?" An Ruixin looked bewildered, turned her head to look at Ji Chengze inexplicably, and didn't understand what Ji Chengze meant at all.

When Ji Chengze saw that he had said it so straightforwardly, An Ruixin was still dazed, and his eyebrows couldn't help but get a little impatient.

He suddenly stretched his hand to the side, wrapped An Ruixin around the seat, looked into An Ruixin's eyes, and said earnestly, "You can give me your soup."

An Ruixin: "..."

Ji Mingcheng: "..." Come on!