The True Young Miss Is A Spoiled Boss

After the meal, Xing Jiu 'an contacted Wei Na.

Wei NA's side was progressing very smoothly. After this project was successful, she could also consider whether to transfer some of her assets to China.

Because of the suddenness of the situation and the fact that Wei Na had other things to do, she regretfully told Xing Jiu 'an that she was going back to China the next day.

Xing Jiu 'an was surprised for a moment and asked her when she was leaving. She could send her off.

Wei Na said no.

She could take a taxi to the airport by herself, so it would be a waste of time for Xing Jiu 'an to send her.

Xing Jiu 'an didn't keep asking to send her. After chatting with Wei Na for a while, he said goodbye to her and told her to rest early. It was getting late, and Wei Na had to get up early the next day.

Then, she lay on the bed and fell into a daze.

Now, she could rest for another week, but she had no idea what to do.

She seemed to be really free!

Xing Jiu 'an buried his face in the pillow and couldn't help but think.

She looked at her phone again. During the day, Zheng ze had replied to her and told her about Huo Chulan's sudden death. She did not pay much attention to it.

Zheng ze had just sent her another message, saying that the strange old man who was as thin as a bone had also died at the special Affairs Bureau. He also said that the old man's son had died.

In fact, Xing Jiu 'an had already thought of this.

That old man had done something outrageous and only had one life left to begin with. Martial uncle had said at that time that it was all up to heaven's will how long he could live. To be able to live until now was already an incredible thing!

Also, the old man's son should have died more than ten years ago, but he was lucky enough to live for another twenty years.

Now, there was no one who could help him extend his life, and he could not live for much longer.

Xing Jiu 'an had thought that it was a complicated matter, but it had been solved in a few months. He didn't feel that it was real.

However, it was resolved in such a way.

She buried her head in the pillow again and rubbed her head against it. The way she was now was pretty good.

In the following week, Lu zhichen asked Xing Jiu 'an out again.

Xing Jiu 'an promised him that when they went out to play, he told him that he would be very busy from now on and that he wouldn't be able to go out with him for a while.

It was also because she felt very comfortable with Lu zhichen during this period of time that she often went out with him. The two of them maintained a very ordinary relationship like friends, which Xing Jiu 'an liked very much.

After Lu zhichen heard this, he smiled and agreed.

Then, he told Xing Jiu 'an that he wanted Xing Jiu' an to try his cooking.

For some reason, perhaps it was because Lu zhichen's eyes were too sincere, Xing jiuan did not reject him immediately, and he could not reject him.

She finally agreed.

Lu zhichen brought Xing Jiu 'an to a restaurant under his name. One of the rooms had its own small kitchen, which Lu zhichen had specially asked someone to build a long time ago. He had often come here to learn how to cook.

Lu zhichen had thought of bringing Xing Jiu 'an home, but now was not the time.

Moreover, he had no reason to invite Xing Jiu 'an to go home with him.

Therefore, this place was very good and would not make him seem too radical.

Xing Jiu 'an stood at the kitchen door, watching Lu zhichen cook.

Lu zhichen was wearing a light gray sweater over his white shirt and a pair of black suit pants that rarely changed.

He had a slender figure, and his sleeves were rolled up, revealing a pair of forearms. His slow movements could also make people see that he was noble.

She would occasionally turn her head and smile at Xing Jiu 'an, which made her heart tremble.