A Quick Walkthrough: Male God, Don’t Run Away

The night wind was cool, and when Jiang Haichao returned to the taxi again, he held a large bouquet of delicate flowers in his arms and a light stick in the shape of a little fairy in his hand.

The driver's master was very happy to see him listen to this advice: "Young people are very good, I believe you will be able to hold the beauty back."

Jiang Haichao smiled shyly, with vivid flowers reflected in his black and white eyes: "I hope."

No matter how smart a man is, when he meets true love, he will become a fool.

It's not just women who are crazy about love. Most of the people who write books have delicate feelings, and Jiang Haichao is one of them.

Since getting to know Shu Ange, he has done many stupid things.

Take the popularity pk of the terminal site this time as an example, in order to increase the popularity of Shu Ange, he just smashed nearly 200,000 manuscripts and won the championship.

Not only that, in order to make Shu Ange popular, before the live broadcast, he specially transferred hundreds of thousands to several good friends and asked them to help her as a reward.

There is no way to get rid of this feeling, so I lowered my brows, but raised my heart.

"Here it is, boy, come on!"

The driver's master stopped the car steadily and gave Jiang Haichao a thumbs up.

"Thank you, master, this is the car money, there is no need to change it, thank you for your reminder."

Jiang Haichao shoved the two red notes into the hands of the driver. Before he could refuse, he quickly got out of the car with flowers in his arms.

Yuexiang Tower was close at hand. After he took a deep breath, he strode toward the gate.

On the opposite side, Mu Lian stared at the door of Yuexiang Tower without blinking. When she saw Jiang Haichao's familiar figure under the brilliant lights, she slammed her hand against the window.

He really came, holding flowers in his hand.

Pang Yudie really has a set, in a short period of time, she hooked a young talent to her fascination.

Mu Lian gritted her teeth and watched Jiang Haichao enter the gate of Yuexiang Tower, her eyes were red, and her heart was burning with jealousy.

"Welcome."

"Hello sir, do you have an appointment, or?"

The wait staff was smiling and had a great attitude.

Jiang Haichao nodded at the other party: "Hello, where is Miss Pang Yudie? I made an appointment with her to meet at Yuexianglou."

"Are you a friend of Chef Pangpai? What's your name? We'll go to the back kitchen to inform Chef Pangpai."

When it comes to Shu Ange, the waiters' eyes are full of admiration and respect.

If Shu Ange didn't lend a helping hand in time, their Yuexianglou would have lost their adults this time.

"Let your surname be Jiang, you can say that you are a friend from Yunsheng Village."

In the kitchen, Shu Ange had just finished buying the supplies when an apprentice from the kitchen came to pass the message: "Pangpanchu, a Mr. Jiang came from outside, saying it was your friend in Yunsheng Village."

When the apprentice told the legend, there was a smile in his eyes, and his expression was also a little excited.

Zongci let out a "ho" and winked at Shu Ange: "Isn't this Mr. Jiang from the video just now? What kind of netizen is he? Sister Yudie, hurry up, don't delay the big event."

"There is Big Brother Lao Zong."

"Hey, what's there to do? I'll prepare it for you in the elegant room, and the food you just made will be delivered later. By the way, there is also my specialty dish, which is a thank you to sister Yudie for her help. ."

Zongci's enthusiasm and generosity made Shu Ange somewhat amused: "We are only two of us, and we can't eat that much."

"Don't worry, the portions of each dish are small. You have been busy all day, so you should take a good rest."

The kindness is difficult to accept, but Shu Ange is no longer polite.

She went to the dressing room to change first, and then followed the waiter to the private room. Jiang Haichao was already waiting in the room.

After the door opened, the waiter withdrew, leaving Shu Ange alone.

Jiang Haichao was pacing the private room with flowers in his arms. After seeing Shu Ange, who was wearing a long black dress, a light pink pearl necklace, and a bud head, his eyes lit up.

Pearls are favored by middle-aged women, and young girls wear them, and they will look old-fashioned if they are not careful.

But the light pink pearls on Shu Ange's neck contrasted with her graceful and flowery face, full of girlishness, not at all old-fashioned.

A long black cashmere dress perfectly outlines her figure.

She has a very good posture, and she walks with great manners, without the feeling of hunched over, like a very proud black swan.

Jiang Haichao stood stupidly holding the flowers, and only woke up from the surprise when Shu Ange smiled.

"I...you, I—"

In the live broadcast room, the eloquent and eloquent webmaster suddenly got stuck.

The faint fragrance of flowers lingered in the private room, Jiang Haichao's mind was blank, all the nasty words he had just thought of in the taxi just flew away like a flock of frightened birds.

"Mr. Jiang, please take a seat. You are too modest. As the author of the great **** of the end, you also said that you are only a book writer."

Shu Ange opened the chair for Jiang Haichao, he was embarrassed, and hurriedly opened the chair for her. Because of nervousness, I squeezed the bouquet in my arms, which caused the beautiful pattern to go out of shape.

"Sit down, it's my fault, I shouldn't hide it from you... But I'm really just a book writer. Apart from writing novels, I don't have any other specialties or hobbies."

After habitual humility, Jiang Haichao could not wait to bite the tip of his tongue.

What he said just now, chasing girls should show his best side, how could he expose his shortcomings.

"Actually, I still have a lot of hobbies, listening to music, traveling, tasting food, etc., life is quite rich."

He held the flowers tightly in his arms and looked at Shu Ange eagerly, like a little boy who couldn't eat candy.

Shu Ange couldn't bear to see the bouquet being tortured in Jiang Haichao's arms, she pursed her lips and smiled: "It might be uncomfortable to sit while holding the flower."

"Ah? Flowers, yes, I gave them to you, I hope you like them."

Jiang Haichao handed out the flowers with both hands, as if sending timed bombs. Seeing the deformation of the two flowers squeezed by him, he retracted the flowers and adjusted them.

...

After doing this, Jiang Haichao felt that he was so stupid, and the perfect image that he worked so hard to manage went bankrupt all of a sudden.

"thanks for your flowers."

Shu Ange took the flower from Jiang Haichao's hand without showing any unhappy appearance.

After the flowers were sent, Jiang Haichao, who was immersed in reviewing his stupid behavior, realized one thing.

He hasn't confessed yet!

Just as Jiang Haichao was carefully organizing the language and was about to fight again, there was a knock on the door.

"Please come in."

Shu Ange opened the door, and the waiter entered the door with a smile on his face.

Beautifully presented dishes are like works of art.

"Do you need to arrange a candlelight dinner for the two of you?"

"want."

"No thanks."

Jiang Haichao's voice overlapped with Shu Ange's.

He looked into her eyes, a little embarrassed: "the light is too bright, maybe the candle light will be better. I haven't lit a candle for a long time, and I miss eating under the candle when I was a child."

The waiter listened to Jiang Haichao with his ears open, and almost couldn't hold back his laughter.