I have ten trillion licking dog gold

After looking around, Zhao Fan looked away, confirming that the woman dressed like she was from The Matrix hadn't sat at the wrong table.

This hairstyle, completely covered from head to toe, is unique in the entire skewer restaurant.

Wearing a hat, a mask, and a bulky long down jacket are all understandable.

but.

Why wear sunglasses so late at night?

Like those sun protection masks that only expose the eyes, they make you look like a ghost when you put them on. Zhao Fan found it strange. If you're so afraid of the sun, why do you have to go out?
"GuluGulu——"

Only the hot pot continued to bubble tirelessly.

No one ignored him.

Zhao Fan put down his chopsticks, a grain of rice still clinging to his lips. He raised his hand and slowly waved it in front of the other person's eyes.

Could he be blind?

"Beautiful lady, who are you looking for?"

He remained polite and continued to ask questions.

The result is like talking to the air.

It was still so quiet.

But the surroundings were so noisy.

Zhao Fan was puzzled.

The fact that the other person can sit down indicates that their vision should be normal.

Could it be that the problem actually lies with the ears?

"How can I help you? Is there anything I can do for you?"

He's not a simp who gets carried away by the opposite sex; it's just his manners. When he's working, he'll help clients take out their trash or something similar—it's just a small favor.

The other party still didn't speak, but finally reacted.

She pulled her hand out and pointed to the phone on the table.

From his eyes to his ears, Zhao Fan is now beginning to doubt the other person's language abilities.

"Are you going to make a phone call?"

He tried hard to understand, "Are you lost?"

"..."

Her delicate hand, which had only briefly appeared in public, disappeared back into the pocket, and the woman who had always attracted attention wherever she went was now completely still.

Zhao Fan was at a loss, confused and at a loss, but still remained polite, "Do you need me to call someone for you? Or should I call the police for you?"

Just as Zhao Fan was trying his best to communicate, Boss Jiang, having expelled excess water from his body, wiped his hands and came back, then saw the strange woman who had taken his place.

He slowed his pace, threw the tissue into the trash can, his face as still as a mirror.

That's how experts are.

Not pleased, not to have compassion.

How did you find this place?

The skewers shops all have benches, not chairs, so one bench can easily accommodate two people.

Mr. Jiang, whose seat had been taken, naturally sat down next to the other person.

"Do you know?"

Zhao Fan was astonished when his attempts to communicate failed.

Isn't this guy's first time in Huicheng?
"No. How could you recognize her dressed like that?"

Zhao Fan's eyes widened.

This is a good question.

Aside from the long hair, it's a woman; what other physical characteristics can you tell?
"Some people, even if they turn to ashes, you will still recognize them."

That was too sentimental.

wrong.

It seems like they've fanned the flames.

Why does it sound so awkward?

Zhao Fan was stunned.

The strange woman tilted her head and looked at someone, seemingly dissatisfied with his ability to express himself.

"How did you know I was here?"

Jiang Chen continued to ask, remaining remarkably composed and showing no sign of joy.

"Huicheng can be considered my home turf."

Zhao Fan's eyes lit up.

Because the other person's voice was very soft, and there was also interference from the mask and ambient noise, he couldn't hear what they were saying very clearly, but at least he knew that the other person was not mute.

Moreover, the timbre remains quite pleasant even when blurred.

"Hey beautiful, why did you ignore me just now?"

He couldn't help but grumble.

Jiang Chen chuckled.

indeed.

He's an international superstar and a fashion mogul. He's so powerful that he could steal the gold medal from the Tian Gong Exhibition. It's not unreasonable for him to track down someone's whereabouts in his hometown, is it?
"Don't mind her, she's like that with everyone. She's just a bit shy around strangers." Jiang Chen turned his head to help explain, and at the same time introduced, "This is a guy I just met in Huicheng, Zhao Fan, a five-star courier. He's the one who treated me to hot pot."

When Mr. Jiang speaks, he always starts with a double entendre.

That's right.

What he was implying at that moment was actually explaining why he had been dawdling and hadn't left yet.

"Shall I treat you to hot pot?"

Zhao Fan's eyes widened, and he hurriedly said, "Didn't we agree that you were treating?!"

No matter how good the benefits are, the take-home pay for delivery drivers is not high. If they have to pay for the delivery, they will definitely work for nothing in a day or two.

There was a problem with the coordination.

Also.

Do you think he's some kind of CEO?

We've only known each other for a day, how can we have any chemistry? Besides, their income level doesn't allow it.

Mr. Jiang, feeling embarrassed, paused for a moment before trying to salvage the situation, saying, "I'll treat, I'll treat."

"No," Zhao Fan reminded him, "I only came because you said you'd treat me, you haven't forgotten, have you?"

One yard owned by a yard.

He didn't want people to think he was going back on his word at the last minute.

Case solved.

It seems that it was Boss Jiang who brought them here to eat skewers.

This is the truth.

"Okay, let's split the bill."

Zhao Fan was unwilling to take advantage of others.

A what A.

Is this a matter of money?

Mr. Jiang sighed helplessly, "Have you eaten yet?"

"I haven't finished my meal yet."

Zhao Fan picked up his chopsticks again.

Although the lie was exposed on the spot, embarrassment was out of the question; Boss Jiang's skin was probably thicker than the strange woman's mask next to him.

"Have you eaten? Would you like to try some? I think it tastes pretty good."

They were just making conversation out of nothing.

Why would someone dress like that? It's because they don't want to show their face. If they were to add another pair of chopsticks, they'd have to take off their mask, and that skewer shop would be in big trouble.

"Don't you think you're funny?"

Zhao Fan appeared to be eating, but he was actually secretly listening. However, he couldn't hear what the strange woman was saying, but it didn't matter, he could hear what the guy was saying.

"Are you wearing your mother's clothes?"

Boss Jiang sized him up, his main tactic being to give irrelevant answers. When it came to disguise, one had to admit he was a professional, leaving no room for error.

"What do you want to do."

"I'm just here to deliver a package."

"Do you need me to deliver it?"

Mr. Jiang stood up, took the last bottle of wine to his own glass, and then drank it by himself.

"Of course I need it. That's my goods, and I have to make sure it's delivered safely to the right person."

While eavesdropping, Zhao Fan unconsciously began to analyze the conversation based on one person's words.

Is it possible?

Is she his ex-girlfriend?

The man came to Huicheng to deliver a package, but the woman didn't want him to be there.

This posture.

It definitely wasn't an amicable breakup.

Combined with what I'd heard before about the rich second-generation girlfriend.

Tsk.

Cheating?!

Just as Zhao Fan, whose job involved dealing with all sorts of people, was having a brainstorming session, he saw that strange woman take out her hand again.

I didn't notice it just now.

Her hands are so beautiful.

How do you say that word?

It looks like mutton fat.

"Clap."

A bright green object was placed on the table. It was shaped like a small stone, irregular in shape, and looked like a shard of glass.
"Are you all safe and sound?"

Mr. Jiang, who was experiencing life firsthand, lost his expression. (End of Chapter)