"This is the coffee shop."

Minister Zhang, who finished a day's work, took out a panda hairpin and sandwiched it on his bangs, which seemed to be a switch, and the panda hairpin appeared, which means that "my sister has gotten off work" now!!

Minister Zhang pointed to the store and looked back at the president and vice president.

I saw that these two people each had a look on their faces, just standing there, it became a scenery in its own right, and there were already many passers-by and students surrounding the roadside, secretly looking at them.

Minister Zhang was embarrassed, and suddenly felt like going out shopping with two big stars, but she was the most inconspicuous humble assistant next to the star.

She set her eyes on the two of them again.

I have to say that the personality baggage of the president and vice president is really heavy, standing there, with elegant manners, and the smile on his face can hardly be faulted.

When the two of them looked at people, they were all smiling.

Minister Zhang blinked.

Why did she suddenly feel that the two of them seemed to be inseparable, was she thinking too much?

Entering the coffee shop, she asked for a cappuccino, and the vice president glanced at the menu and asked for a caramel macchiato, and the president only asked for an espresso.

Three cups of coffee were served, and the three of them drank quietly, Minister Zhang looked at the two people opposite, and felt that the atmosphere was getting stranger and stranger.

She didn't know that the two people on the other side had evil intentions.

Minister Zhang suddenly regretted this proposal a little.

It's embarrassing that everyone doesn't speak.

She held the coffee cup in both hands, buried her head and took a sip, and finally couldn't hold back, so she found a topic to ease the atmosphere, she showed a bright smile and asked, "Vice President, what do you think of the coffee here?" This coffee shop is not bad, right? ”

Jiang Chacha was slowly tasting the coffee, and when she heard this, she didn't answer, but took the coffee, and turned her head to cue the man next to her, "President, what do you think?" ”

Wen Huaizhi was looking out the window, and when he heard her words, he turned around and smiled gently, but the smile was very faint.

He said, "The store recommended by Minister Zhang is naturally excellent. ”

Come on, the topic is all talked about by him.

The fact that such a highly emotionally intelligent and sociable president can talk to death is enough to prove how much he doesn't want to chat.

She suddenly regretted proposing to come to this coffee shop even more......

Minister Zhang silently lowered his head again, drinking coffee stiffly like a robot.

Drink it up, drink it quickly, so that she can get out of this suffocating place!

Half an hour later, the three of them left the coffee shop together.

Each finds his own private car, and each goes home to find his parents.

Jiang Chacha was affectionately holding Minister Zhang's arm.

And Wen Huaizhi was walking ahead.

Everywhere he went, he attracted the attention of many girls on the side of the road, and they were crazy about him.

I saw this kind of scene that only exists in shoujo comics.

Jiang Chacha couldn't help but curse in her heart, demon.

Women all over the world revolve around him!

Last time, she had memorized the license plate number of Wen Huaizhi's private car.

So when I saw the Rolls-Royce from afar, ginger tea brewed in my heart first.

When the driver in front of the car saw him coming, he respectfully called the young master, and then opened the car door.

Just as Wen Huaizhi's hand was about to be on the car door, someone took a step ahead of him, put his hand on it first, and stopped his arm in front of him.

Wen Huaizhi raised his eyes and looked at Jiang Chacha that suddenly appeared in front of him with a smile.

His voice was laughing, but it was like the wind blowing to his feet when he walked at night, eerie.

"Vice President, do you have anything to do?"

Jiang Chacha raised her phone with her other hand and shook it a few times in front of his eyes. She frowned in embarrassment, "What should I do, my driver said that there was a car accident on the road, and I can't come over in a hurry for the time being." ”

She covered her little heart with her hands, and her facial features were wrinkled together, as if to say, "I'm really in pain, so painful, you should be reluctant to see me sad."

The play is over.

Finally, she cut straight to the point: "Dear President, can you send me home?" ”

Wen Huaizhi seemed to be deaf, he didn't raise his eyelids, and his voice was the opposite of his indifferent demeanor, gentle and delicate.

If it was someone who had his back to him and heard him behind him, he would not have imagined his cold eyes now.

"What a pathetic vice president."

And Minister Zhang, who looked "clear and stupid", stood behind them and looked at them suspiciously.

Wen Huaizhi suddenly bent down and approached her ear.

From a distance, the two looked as if they were biting their ears.

However, a cruel smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, "I suggest that the vice president take a taxi back, and if the vice president doesn't have the money to pay, I'll be happy to call a taxi for the vice president." ”

He thought that Jiang Chacha would be angry with him again as before.

It didn't.

She withdrew the hand that was holding back, then put her hand on her head, and suddenly said, "Ah, my head hurts!" ”

Wen Huaizhi: ?

"I'm going to die."

Her acting skills are so clumsy that he doesn't want to complain.

Wen Huaizhi looked coldly at her and rolled back to Minister Zhang's side as if she was walking like a zombie.

Minister Zhang's eyes widened, and he quickly reached out to support her.

Jiang Chacha put her head in her arms and began to pretend to be pitiful, squeezing it, and her eyes soon had some tears.

Damn, I'm going to have to bring some eye drops with me in the future.

Because it's tiring to squeeze out tears!

Minister Zhang helped her to prevent her from fainting. I just wanted to ask the vice president what was wrong, but I saw Jiang Chacha sobbing and crying.

Minister Zhang was momentarily dumbfounded.

Is this still the very delicate vice president of the past??

Why did she become such a delicate little girl who cried at every turn??

Jiang Cha Cha pretended to be pitiful, and the man a few steps away from her was condescending, watching her every move coldly.

She didn't care about him, and cried more realistically.

"Minister Zhang, he's too good! My driver couldn't pick me up, so he asked me to take a taxi home. ”

"Can the environment of those taxis be good? It's uncomfortable to sit in, it's panicked, and there's a strange smell, is that a place where people can sit! ”

"He even let Miss Ben take a taxi!"

"I don't want it, Miss Ben is going to sit in a Rolls-Royce."

Her shoulders twitched at this time, as if Wen Huaizhi had done something hurtful.

She's certainly not as delicate as she says she is, she just has to get in his car.

Jiang Chacha didn't expect that she was pretending to cry quite badly, her tears kept flowing, and she spoke with a thick crying voice.

Minister Zhang is the most soft-hearted person, she originally wanted to say that her car could also send her back, but seeing that the vice president seemed to have to take the president's car, she finally moved her lips and swallowed the words back into her stomach.

"President, if not, you can send him back." She said weakly.

Ginger tea tea is 100% of the odds.

She has made a fuss like this, Wen Huaizhi, the most kind and gentle president, if she still refuses to drive her, it is not her own character.

Wen Huaizhi is such a selfish person, and he will definitely not do these things that harm his own interests.

On the side of the road, Wen Huaizhi lowered his eyes, and his eyes still looked at the ginger tea in Minister Zhang's arms without any warmth.

She suddenly cried so intensely.

He couldn't tell for a moment whether she was really crying or fake.

She cried so much that the corners of her eyes and nose were red, like a layer of pink blush, but her skin was so white and glowing that it seemed to be able to pinch out water.

Her behavior, what she said, is simply a vivid interpretation of the "I would rather sit in a Rolls-Royce and cry than die than sit in a taxi and laugh".

However, I saw her wet and red eyes that were crying.

He couldn't even hate it for a second.

Looking at the corners of her ambiguous pink eyes, he looked away indifferently.

Sentimental.