Bold and passionate love: Acting coquettishly in Mr. Huo's arms

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Zhong Zeshan's face suddenly changed, and his expression was frighteningly cold: "Madam Huo, please speak frankly. There is no need to beat around the bush."

"Don't be nervous, Mr. Zhong."

Waving his hand, Ruan Xingchen chuckled and said, "I came to you because I want to cooperate with you, not to make an enemy."

"Cooperate? Cooperate with me, a small department manager?"

With a face full of sarcasm, Zhong Zeshan sneered, "Has Madam Huo gone insane? I don't have the final say in the Zhong family. I'm just an idler with a job title. Instead of looking for me, Madam Huo might as well look for my nephew..."

He sneered and said sarcastically, "After all, Madam Huo is very capable. My nephew would be happy to cooperate with you. Moreover, if a giant like the Huo family is willing to support the Zhong family, my eldest brother will only be happy."

"Mr. Zhong, I came to see you, hoping you could talk to me nicely."

Ruan Xingchen's expression also cooled. She looked at him calmly, not getting angry at his insulting words. "We have a common enemy. I thought you hadn't resigned yourself to your fate. I didn't expect that all these years have really worn away Mr. Zhong's energy."

She curled her lips and looked back with the same mockery: "I just don't know if time can wear away hatred?"

Zhong Zeshan's expression suddenly turned cold.

His eyes were fixed on her face, scrutinizing her sharply.

As if trying to find out whether what she said was true or not.

"I've always held grudges."

He nonchalantly grabbed the dessert from the table and poked a small piece off with a small silver fork. Ruan Xingchen said coldly, "Anyone who offends me must pay the price."

"Ms. Ruan."

Zhong Zeshan changed his address and finally looked her in the eye: "Are you sure you can make the decision?"

He couldn't trust a wealthy lady easily.

Unless, she can represent the Huo family.

"Mr. Zhong, I have my own investment company."

Raising her eyebrows slightly, Ruan Xingchen looked at him calmly: "This is a collaboration between the two of us. I hope you can trust me first, and not focus on the Huo family."

This girl is obviously still very young. If she were in an ordinary wealthy family, she would be in school and her biggest concerns every day would be dressing up and playing.

There was a strong confidence in her eyes and the look she gave me made it easy to ignore her age.

Zhong Zeshan even had a momentary illusion that the person opposite him was not a young girl, but an old fox with a long experience in the business world.

"Mr. Zhong, it's been more than ten years."

Pop the dessert into your mouth.

The overly sweet taste made Ruan Xingchen frown involuntarily.

She put down her silver fork and whispered, "Are you really willing to continue watching Zhong Dingguo and his family live happily? Don't you want to see them suffer retribution?"

"Ms. Ruan, has anyone ever told you that you have a good eloquence?"

Zhong Zeshan sighed and finally compromised: "I have to say, you succeeded in convincing me."

"Tell me what you need me to do."

His face was firm, his eyes filled with deep hatred, and he said, "I'm taking the gamble."

It's like he's betting everything on it.

"Mr. Zhong, relax a little."

Seeing this, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but smile softly and said gently, "I am a good citizen who abides by the law. I have banners hanging at home... Don't worry, I won't do anything illegal or criminal."

"I heard that Miss Li has always been loyal to Zhong Shaoyang?"

When mentioning these two people, Ruan Xingchen couldn't help but reveal a bit of hostility in his eyes.

It seems that God is unwilling to let her let go of the hatred from her previous life, so he pushes these people in front of her again and again.

Since they refuse to settle down, don't blame her for being rude.

She tapped the table twice and lowered her voice: "As an uncle, it shouldn't be difficult to arrange a marriage for the younger generation, right? We... then..."

As she spoke, Zhong Zeshan's eyes became brighter and brighter.

In the end, he couldn't help laughing, his eyes reddened with laughter: "Okay! I'll listen to Ms. Ruan! Since my eldest brother cares so much about the Zhong family, then I will take away what he cares about most!"

"It's a word."

Ruan Xingchen stood up, put his coat on his shoulders, and extended his hand with a smile: "Mr. Zhong, I wish us a happy cooperation."

"Pleasant to work with."

After she left, Zhong Zeshan sat in his seat for a long time.

Until the bustling western restaurant gradually became quiet and several lights were turned off.

The waiter looked at the table full of food in surprise. Only a small piece of dessert had been touched. He said cautiously, "Mr. Zhong, we are closing soon. Is there anything else you can help me with?"

This middle-aged man, who was still elegant and handsome, was the subject of their little gossip during their free time in the restaurant.

Every fifteenth day of the month, he would come in at five o'clock sharp, order a table full of food, and then not move a muscle.

After listening to the blind girl play the piano at eight o'clock, he gave her a bouquet of aquamarine hyacinths and left.

Neither arrive early nor leave early.

As punctual as punching in for work.

He came alone and left alone. From beginning to end, he was very frugal with words, as if he had come specifically to wait for the blind pianist, but he did not communicate at all, not a single word.

In private, many people secretly support the couple of these two, and many young girls imagine one tragic love story after another, torturing themselves badly.

This time, it seemed a little different.

Opposite this gentleman sat a beautiful lady.

He didn't leave on time and sat there until midnight.

"nothing."

Zhong Zeshan suddenly came to his senses, stood up and said, "I'll leave now."

He put on his coat and was about to leave, but he inexplicably stopped and walked to the piano.

The palm of the hand fell on the white tripod piano tenderly and carefully, stroking it, as if communicating with its owner in this way.

In the dimly lit and quiet western restaurant, there was a hint of sadness in the man's eyes, as if he had endless stories to tell.

After a while, he withdrew his hand.

As if he had made a decision, he turned around and left.

Just as he was about to leave, a waitress suddenly ran out in a hurry and subconsciously called out, "Mr. Zhong!"

Zhong Zeshan stopped and turned to look over.

The little girl was panting and her cheeks were a little red.

I ran out on impulse, but when I really faced him, I felt that I was being too nosy.

But thinking of the upturned corner of the blind pianist's mouth, she couldn't help but muster up the courage and asked softly, "Will you come again on the fifteenth of next month? Will you continue to give a bouquet of hyacinths to the lady who plays the piano in our restaurant?"

Is his abnormality today a farewell?

Will you come again in the future?

The little girl looked at him worriedly, nervous and uneasy.

Is the CP she is supporting coming to an end?