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Chapter 2486 Zhuo Yuanhang's words are implicit

Zhuo Yuanhang strode towards his car.

His driver was already waiting. He opened the car door behind and waited for Ye Jiaqi to come.

Ye Jiaqi did not stand still, walked a few steps, followed Zhuo Yuanhang's pace, and got into Zhuo Yuanhang's car.

The car was very warm, with a shallow scent of lavender.

After Ye Jiaqi got on, Zhuo Yuanhang got on the bus and sat next to her.

The car door is closed, and the inside is much warmer than the outside.

"Drive." Zhuo Yuanhang ordered.

"Yes, Mr. Zhuo."

Ye Jiaqi's coat was still carrying Zhuo Yuanhang's body temperature. She felt a little uncomfortable and then she took it off: "Mr. Zhuo, thank you, I'm not cold anymore."

"It's past 11 o'clock at night, why is it not cold? Why are you standing outside alone? Why are you doing?"

"I'm waiting for Manager Qian and the others, and they asked me to wait at the door."

"They are all drunk." Zhuo Yuanhang was helpless, "If they don't come, you will be waiting at the door?"

"I... will wait a while."

"Ha." Zhuo Yuanhang looked at her in surprise, "I haven't seen you so simple for a long time."

"I'm not just." Ye Jiaqi argued.

Zhuo Yuanhang's words are implicit, and the so-called simplicity means idiots.

He gave her face.

But Ye Jiaqi is still embarrassed...

"You just had an argument with someone at the door?" Zhuo Yuanhang asked.

"It's just a person I know, it's not a dispute, I just don't like each other."

"I heard her scolding you."

"You... heard it." Ye Jiaqi was even more uncomfortable, "I scolded her, so I didn't suffer any losses."

"childish."

"I..." Ye Jiaqi suddenly had nothing to say. The IQ of these prodigal sons was not something that ordinary people could reach. In their eyes, her behavior with Jiang Yao was probably equivalent to a three-year-old quarreling?

"American law does not talk about human nature, verbal insults, physical conflicts, and if there is evidence, it will be subject to administrative detention. When encountering such a thing, I don't like to waste time. If you need it, I can lend you the lawyer."

"It's not that serious, she and I won't encounter it often."

"Well, no matter when, protecting yourself is the first priority."

"I see."

Ye Jiaqi reviewed it in his heart. It is indeed a waste of time and is worth it.

The car shuttles through the darkness.

For a moment, the car became quiet.

Ye Jiaqi smelled the faint fragrance of flowers in the car, and his drunkenness and sleepiness came, and became a little sleepy.

"Can you sing?" Zhuo Yuanhang suddenly spoke, his low voice very pleasant.

Ye Jiaqi smiled awkwardly: "I can't sing, and I don't have any sounds."

"Your voice is nice, and your singing should be good."

Ye Jiaqi felt a little embarrassed. After a long time, she asked, "Mr. Zhuo, can you sing?"

"I? Not a big meeting."

Ye Jiaqi smiled, she guessed so.

Zhuo Yuanhang doesn't look like a singer. Although he has no airs, he has a mature and steady personality.

"Mr. Zhuo, I have always wanted to find a chance to return it to you last time."

"What else do you do for me, no need."

"I'm useless, it's still clean."

"You can deal with it." Zhuo Yuanhang didn't care much.

"Oh, okay." Ye Jiaqi didn't say anything more.

The car kept driving forward, and in the dark, Zhuo Yuanhang's side face was hidden in the night, and there was a little more firmness in the lines of the side face.

The KTV is not far from the hotel and arrives soon.
Chapter completed!
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