Quick Wear: Boss, please stop being so high

I miss you, I miss you.

As the name suggests, I miss Chu Junmu.

This restaurant was a new project invested by Ji Sisheng after Chu Junmu left Ji Sisheng. During the time when Ji Sisheng was looking for Chu Junmu, it grew bigger and bigger and its specifications became higher and higher.

And they implement a membership system, and generally only those who spend over 100,000 in the store can get the lowest platinum membership card.

Moreover, only members can enter the box to consume.

However, because Ji Sisheng is Sijun’s biggest boss, they don’t need any membership cards. They are directly sent to the open-air garden restaurant on the rooftop by the manager who came out to greet them.

Chu Junmu found a seat and sat down. Ji Sisheng followed Chu Junmu closely and sat next to him.

Shi Jin and Jun Linze sat opposite Chu Junmu and Ji Sisheng.

As for what Zhao Xian gave to Lu Jinsheng...

"Wow! These flowers are so beautiful!"

Zhao Xian looked at the mermaid rose in front of him and said in amazement: "There are three colors on one flower!"

Chu Junmu, who heard his words, tilted his head and looked over, then raised his eyebrows and said:

"Oh? That's the mermaid rose, which we cultivated artificially. The color on it...if I remember correctly, it should be dyed with dye."

"Ah?" Zhao Xian said with a little regret: "It turned out to be dyed. I thought it grew naturally and turned out like this!"

Lu Jinsheng stood beside him, watching with him. Seeing that Zhao Xian looked a little regretful but still happy, he couldn't help but tilt his head and asked, "Do you like this kind of rose?"

Zhao Xian glanced at Lu Jinsheng in confusion, and said as a matter of course: "I can't say I like it very much, but I definitely like it! After all, who doesn't like beautiful things?"

Upon hearing this, Lu Jinsheng nodded silently, but the thoughts in his eyes seemed to have drifted away unconsciously.

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Seeing that everyone else was doing their own thing and no one was interrupting them, Ji Sisheng looked at Chu Junmu beside him and said, "Mumu, about the perfume on me, actually today..."

"Ding-dong-"

Before Ji Sisheng finished speaking, the dishes were already prepared in the kitchen, and Zhao Xian opened the door for some reason, and the waiters came in one after another carrying plates of dishes.

Ji Sisheng's words were stuck in his throat. He could neither say them nor swallow them. He was so angry that his face turned purple.

Chu Junmu burst out laughing, then looked at Ji Sisheng with an ambiguous expression and said, "Look, even if I am willing to listen, God will stop you from saying it..."

Ji Sisheng was stunned. He didn't know how to refute Chu Junmu's words for a moment. After all, what Chu Junmu said seemed to be true.

Today, Chu Junmu was finally willing to listen to his explanation calmly, but he was interrupted again and again.

Once can be considered a coincidence, twice can barely be considered a coincidence, but what about three times? Four times? Can it still be a coincidence?

Ji Sisheng hesitated a little, his lips moved slightly, as if he wanted to say something, but in the end, he said nothing and turned his head slightly.

Ji Sisheng didn't believe in this so-called destiny. He planned to find a place where no one was around and then tell Chu Junmu about these things. As for now...

Looking at Zhao Xian who had already started eating without any hesitation, and Chu Junmu who was still recommending enthusiastically, Ji Sisheng pursed his lips and smiled slightly.

——Occasionally, you still have to make a choice and cherish the present.

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At the other end of the distant galaxy, in a luxurious private mansion, a man in silk brocade clothes sat in a wheelchair, looking at the spring scenery outside the window, and said to the person behind him:

"Are you sure?"

Behind him stood a group of people in white coats. After hearing his question, they looked at each other, but no one dared to step forward to answer his question.

The man snorted, turned around, looked at the people behind him who were as quiet as quails, and said:

"After Jun Mu got into trouble, you told me that based on your calculations, Jun Mu might not have gotten into trouble. OK, I believe you. I asked you to find her. How did you answer me?"

Everyone looked at each other, and finally, the oldest man with gray hair was pushed out by the crowd helplessly.

He glanced at the man who was obviously sitting in a wheelchair but whose aura could not be underestimated, and coughed, "We...we detected that someone received the terminal information from Marshal Chu."

"Ah."

The man nodded gently and said, "And then?"

The old man was embarrassed and said: "Then we kept tracking that person's information..."

"So have you found my Jun Mu?" The man smiled slightly and said in a kind tone.

The man was clearly smiling and his tone was gentle, but everyone in front of him shuddered.

The old man who was pushed out and was facing the most pressure was sweating profusely on his face. With trembling hands, he took out a handkerchief, wiped the sweat off his face, and whispered:

"We followed their starship to a galaxy we had never seen before, but the magnetic field inside that galaxy was too chaotic, and we...we lost track of it..."

As soon as the words fell, everyone felt a spiritual force that could not be ignored, oppressing them, and those who could not bear it had already knelt down.

The man still had a smile on his face, but his eyes were filled with murderous intent.

He chuckled and waved his hand, and a man in butler's uniform walked out from the shadows nearby.

The butler bowed respectfully to the man and said, "Master, what can I do for you?"

"Go find them... go find them from the place where we lost their trace. I don't believe that they can find Jun Mu but I can't."

The man put one hand on the handle of the wheelchair and supported his chin with the other hand.

The butler nodded, stepped back and said, "Yes!"

"Why are you still staying here? Why don't you get out of here?" Seeing the group of people standing in front of him like a pile of pillars, the man frowned and said impatiently.

After hearing the man's words, everyone felt relieved and retreated tumbling.

When the man was the only one left in the room, he slowly removed his hand from the handle of the wheelchair.

Then, the handle where the man had just held it turned into ashes in an instant.

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