"Don't say you don't like Lu Qingwan." Chu Jiaojiao didn't care if it would make Mu Chengyu unhappy, anyway, if she had something to say, she would say it directly.

"Like, so what?" Mu Chengyu did not deny it.

"If you like it, chase it, doesn't Mr. Mu understand such a simple truth?" Chu Jiaojiao turned into a love master at this moment, and persuaded Mu Chengyu, "I can see that Miss Lu still cares about you, otherwise she won't say that she is uncomfortable when she sees us eating, you go and catch up with her now and coax her, maybe she won't blame you." ”

"She's not my girlfriend yet." The implication is that he won't chase it.

"If you go after her, maybe she'll be it." Chu Jiaojiao really thinks that Mu Chengyu is an elm head, why is she so unenlightened? Isn't it true that a person takes the initiative to start such a thing as falling in love?

"Don't say that people are elm heads, you are more wooden than him, don't you know what to do when Mu Chengyu? He's a lot smarter than you. In his mind, the system's salty and non-light voice sounded, full of contempt for Chu Jiaojiao.

"Where am I? I am familiar with all the major romance novels, and I have watched not thousands but hundreds of romantic TV series. Chu Jiaojiao said without exaggeration, her tone was full of pride.

"Yes, yes, zero actual combat experience."

"You ......"

"Miss Chu, if you like someone, will you be ambiguous about him, keep your distance, and be lukewarm?" Mu Chengyu picked up the lemonade on the table and took a sip gently.

Chu Jiaojiao thought about it, shook her head, and said with certainty: "I won't."

"So what would you do?"

"I don't know, maybe there are a hundred steps between me and him, so as long as he takes one step towards me, I'll finish the remaining ninety-nine steps!" Chu Jiaojiao thought for a while and replied, her tone mixed with some expectations.

Mu Chengyu stared at her eyes, and always felt as if there was a person living in it, but if she looked closely, it was clear and free of impurities.

Sometimes people who are too clean will always make people yearn for it.

"But I've taken ninety-nine steps toward her, and she won't even take the rest of the step." Mu Chengyu smiled helplessly as he spoke.

"Mr. Mu, she will always see it." Chu Jiaojiao understands the story between the two of them, according to the plot of the novel, Lu Qingwan will indeed not choose Mu Chengyu so easily.

"I hope so!" Mu Chengyu shrugged and didn't seem to care very much.

"Well, let's eat, let's not think about those unhappy things yet." Just as the waiter brought the dishes up, Chu Jiaojiao hurriedly beckoned Mu Chengyu to eat, and he continued to be immersed in this sad atmosphere.

As the night approached, the vast living room was quiet.

At the dining table sat a man in a dignified and elegant posture, and the chandelier on the ceiling shone the dim light on the man's face, and his already handsome features were even more dazzling.

The starry eyes skimmed slightly, and in front of the man was a sumptuous meal, but this table of food was already cold.

His expression was indistinguishable, his eyes were firmly fixed on the note in his hand, the woman's handwriting was beautiful, and it read: Jiang Ci, I don't know where you went, I have prepared the meal, you come back and warm it up yourself, and I have to go back to filming.

"Ding Dong" sounds, it is the prompt tone of the text message.

He glanced over and saw that there was no content, it was a picture.