"Who is this......?"

Ji Xincheng hurriedly beckoned the end of the season to come over.

"Her name is Momo, she was mistaken by the hospital when she was born, and she just returned to us half a year ago."

Lu Jun stretched out his right hand, "Miss Momo, it's a pleasure to meet you, my name is Lu Jun." ”

"Hello, Mr. Lu." With that, he walked over to the other side of the table and sat down.

Song Bijun rolled her eyes, the adult hadn't sat down yet, she was as calm as an uncle, it was really not like words.

At the end of the season, she has no habit of talking when eating, and she eats very little, only a few bites of each food, and puts down her chopsticks when she is about seven minutes full.

The concert was at eight o'clock, and the venue was next door to the Grand Theater, which was only three to five minutes away.

She secretly looked at Lu Jun, and she didn't know if this Lu Jun was what she saw in a financial magazine.

If it were him, he would indeed be called a young talent, but why didn't Ji Bingbing pursue Lu Jun, but hanged himself on Lu Ziyin's crooked neck tree?

As if sensing the end of the season, Lu Jun put down the teacup in his hand and asked with a smile, "Miss Mo Mo is still studying?" ”

Song Bijun's face changed, in public, she was most afraid of others asking about the school she studied at the end of the quarter, which was simply a big stain on their family.

"I studied in a junior college." At the end of the season, he said in a flat tone.

"What major?"

"Finance."

At this time, Song Bijun's face was gloomy and dripping, and she said in a sharp voice, "Momo, you go and see what dishes are still not served." ”

At the end of the season, he sat still, picked up the bell on the table, and soon the waiter came in.

The lady asked if the dishes were ready.

"It's all done, please use it slowly."

Song Bijun's chest hurt.

It's really something that can't be put on the table, and it's to protect her and save her embarrassment in front of outsiders, so she can be good and tell others that she is studying at a junk college.

"Mr. Lu, come, eat fruit, Bingbing, my mother has to criticize you, why didn't you take good care of your little uncle?"

Ji Bingbing hurriedly forked a piece of fruit and handed it over.

Damn, she didn't have a chance to mention the internship to Lu Jun all night.

He has a law firm in the capital and has recruited first-class lawyers in China, if he can enter it for internship, not only will her face be bright, but even the Ji family's business in Ningcheng will rise.

Her grand plan is because of the variable of "the end of the season".

The dead girl is very good at pretending, she used to sit without sitting, she didn't eat with food, and she had no table etiquette, but today she has changed as if she was a different person.

She must know Lu Jun's identity and want to deliberately attract his attention.

Scold! She succeeded, and Lu Jun didn't say a word to her all night, so much so that he cared about where she was studying.

This is better, Lu Jun is a stunningly talented and glamorous master, and he definitely won't like the scumbags who fail the course every year and cheat in exams.

Afraid that Lu Jun would talk to the end of the season again, Song Bijun worked hard to find a topic, and finally the time came to seven o'clock, and Ji Bingbing was going to the Grand Theater to prepare for the performance.

"It's a pity, wait until I have time next time, and then go to Miss Ji's concert."

Song Bijun opened her mouth wide in shock, "Lu, Mr. Lu, aren't you going?" ”

"I'm really sorry, but I don't have the skills!"

He said goodbye to Ji Xincheng politely, and walked to the end of the season and suddenly paused, "Miss Momo, I met Mrs. Ji abroad, she was full of love when she talked about you, if you have the opportunity, please come to the house as a guest, I will live in Ningcheng for a while." ”

At the end of the season, he nodded, which was considered to be in response to his invitation.

"Huh? Mr. Lu, are you leaving? Would it be okay to let Bingbing play a piece of cello for you? Won't delay you too long. ”