Mrs. Jiang is arrogant

Chapter 109 His Phone
After leaving the villa, Muyan took a taxi.

About half an hour later, she arrived at the place to eat, Juxiang Pavilion, the most famous Hunan cuisine restaurant in the city.

After she went in, she checked the private room number where Lin Jiamu was located on her mobile phone while walking.

When passing the corner, he accidentally bumped into someone.

Before she could apologize, a scolding voice came from the side, "How do you walk, do you have eyes?"

Muyan raised her head and saw a few men in suits and leather shoes standing in front of her, and the man she bumped into looked less than 30 years old, with a handsome appearance and a calm demeanor, most importantly, she looked familiar.

Without thinking about it, she took a step back and apologized, "I'm sorry I bumped into you."

Ning Shishen looked at the nervous girl in front of him, and said calmly, "It's okay."

Muyan smiled apologetically, and stepped aside to make way for him.

The person next to him immediately said, "President Ning, please."

Ning Shishen nodded slightly, raised his foot and walked forward, and the people next to him immediately followed.

Muyan looked at his back, it turned out that his surname was Ning.

At this moment, her cell phone rang, and it was Lin Jiamu calling.

She answered, "I'm already here, come right over."

Ning Shishen walked out the door, and finally remembered who the familiar girl was just now, wasn't it the girl who fell down chasing stars at the airport?
She was still as reckless as before.

However, it is also quite a coincidence.

Soon, Muyan found the private room, and when she opened the door, she saw Lin Jiamu and Qin Xi sitting and chatting together.

When the two saw her coming in, they both stopped talking.

"Muyan, you're here, I'm almost starving to death." Qin Xi complained.

Muyan walked in quickly, and said apologetically: "I'm sorry, I'm late."

"It's all Lin Jiamu's fault. If you don't come, you won't be allowed to open." Qin Xi glanced at Lin Jiamu.

Lin Jiamu ignored her, looked at Muyan, "Are you all right yesterday?"

Muyan knew that he was talking about her falling from the sky, she nodded and said: "It's really fine, it doesn't matter who I am."

Lin Jiamu looked down, "I still don't think you should enter the entertainment industry."

"Then what should I do?" Muyan laughed.

"Painting." Lin Jiamu said in a deep voice.

The smile on Muyan's face paused slightly, sometimes Lin Jiamu was as stubborn as Mu Chen.

Every time this topic is brought up, the atmosphere is not right, Qin Xi hastened to smooth things over, "All the food is served, let's eat."

Seeing the waiter come in, Muyan said, "Can you help me get the paper and pen?"

"Okay." The waiter replied.

After a while, pen and paper were delivered.

When the door was closed, Muyan took a pen to draw the dishes on the table on the paper, her left hand seemed to be convulsed and began to shake, the lines on the paper were messed up.

Qin Xi felt sore, and quickly grabbed her hand, "Okay, Muyan, don't force yourself."

Muyan looked at Lin Jiamu, and smiled slightly, "I don't have any pretense, this is the reality."

From an early age, she accepted that she could not draw.

But Mu Chen didn't accept it, and later Lin Jiamu got infected by him, so he didn't accept it anymore.

Lin Jiamu looked downcast, poured a glass of wine, and drank it down.

Qin Xi looked at him and said reproachfully, "Is there anyone who drinks like this?"

Lin Jiamu looked at Muyan, and whispered, "I'm sorry."

"It's okay, I know you're doing it for my own good, but I'm quite happy now." Muyan smiled.

"Okay, let's eat."

Just as Muyan picked up the chopsticks, suddenly, the phone rang.

Someone is hungry.

(End of this chapter)