Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 161 No time, I have to pick up my girlfriend from get off work.

After hearing this, Su Ruoyun decisively refused. With her delicate features tense, she expressionlessly uttered two words: "No."

As soon as she finished speaking, she lifted her eyelids, glanced at Huo Jingcheng suspiciously several times, and slowly asked:

"You don't have some kind of unusual fetish, do you?"

"..." Huo Jingcheng.

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng sighed noticeably, as if he was deliberately sighing for her to hear. His chest rose and fell slightly, and Su Ruoyun's head bobbed up and down accordingly.

He raised his hand and touched her white jade earlobe, his calloused fingertips gently caressing it as he casually spoke:
"Okay, then let me be the first person in the world to die because their birthday wish couldn't come true."

"..." Su Ruoyun.

His words were so exaggerated that Su Ruoyun was speechless.

She couldn't help but defend herself and criticize his actions: "But who acts like that?"

He wants his girlfriend to style her hair like the one she had when they first met in childhood.

Besides, she hasn't worn those cute little pigtails since she started elementary school at age seven.

As she spoke, Su Ruoyun frowned, subconsciously rolled over and got off him, saying, "I've forgotten how to do it."

Huo Jingcheng had anticipated her words, and with a forceful grip on her waist, he refused to let her go.

On the other side, someone calmly offered a solution, saying, "I saw the photo album."

Huo Jingcheng smiled smugly and raised an eyebrow.

He has a pair of captivating peach blossom eyes, and when he smiles, the corners of his eyes naturally curve upwards, giving him an inexplicable roguish charm. The curve of his lips reveals a playful and teasing tone.

There was a photo album in the living room. Su Ruoyun closed her eyes silently.

He found all of this; it seems he had been planning this for a long time.

……

The next morning, the two went out together, and Huo Jingcheng escorted her to the entrance of the orchestra.

Su Ruoyun got out of the car, said "bye-bye" to him, and then turned around and left.

Unexpectedly, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand to open the door, took a long stride, landed on the ground, and stood there with an elegant posture, holding an exquisite wooden box in his hand.

Su Ruoyun, who had taken a few small steps forward, heard a slight noise, stopped, and curiously turned her head to look in the direction of the sound.

After staring at it for a while, her gaze gradually moved down and landed on the small box in his hand.

While she was observing him, Huo Jingcheng had already walked leisurely to her side.

Su Ruoyun looked up at him with her small face and asked, "What are you doing?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised an eyebrow but said nothing.

Su Ruoyun looked puzzled, her eyes gleaming with confusion. She could only follow behind Huo Jingcheng, wondering what he was up to.

As she passed the security booth, she saw him walking towards the gatekeeper, and then she realized what was happening.

Inside the security booth.

The gatekeeper was sprinkling tea leaves into a white porcelain cup when he heard a knock on the glass window. Three rhythmic knocks came through, and he turned to look.

He recognized Huo Jingcheng at a glance through the glass window, quickly put down the tea canister in his hand, and reached out to open the window.

The orchestra values ​​humanism. There is air conditioning in the security booth, and the gatekeeper invited Huo Jingcheng in to sit down and cool off.

It was a hot summer morning. Huo Jingcheng politely declined, then handed over the exquisite wooden box he was holding. With his long arms, he easily placed it on the table by the window without any pushing or shoving.

“Last night, I heard you say your blood sugar was a little high, so these are all low-sugar pastries.”

The security guard was a straightforward man, and he accepted the tea without hesitation. He took a disposable plastic cup from the cabinet and made a cup of tea for Huo Jingcheng.

As the two were talking, Su Ruoyun had already walked up to Huo Jingcheng's side, their figures close together, a beautiful woman and a handsome man.

"The little girl has arrived early today."

The gatekeeper handed the teacup to Huo Jingcheng, smiling and saying that he clearly recognized her.

Su Ruoyun buried her head in embarrassment, while Huo Jingcheng's lips curled slightly. He wasn't laughing at her; he was simply learning about another side of his girlfriend.

The old man seemed to sigh, "Your boyfriend is a good person, and the young lady has good taste."

Su Ruoyun carried the guqin on her right shoulder, the strap almost slipping down her shoulder. She held the strap with her left hand and supported the guqin case with her right hand, lifting it up slightly. She nodded in agreement.

Seeing this, Huo Jingcheng chimed in, "I also have good taste, finding such a talented girlfriend who can play the piano."

A lazy male voice reached her ears, and Su Ruoyun, who had just put her zither on her back, shyly pushed him away. Huo Jingcheng indulged her and didn't dodge, letting her push him.

The old man chuckled twice when he saw the young couple's little gestures.

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The design institute needed to send someone to the Bank of China to deliver the drawings. Chen Er Gongzi, who was on good terms with General Manager Huo, was the first among his colleagues to step forward.

After the two finished discussing the blueprints, Chen Zheyan was on the verge of tears when he saw that Huo Jingcheng was still not satisfied.

He worked overtime for a whole week to get this done, but those evil capitalists just won't take it because they think it's not good enough.

Huo Jingcheng leaned lazily against his desk, took a cigarette from his cigarette case, and put it between his lips.

He slid the custom-made lighter to light it, and a pale blue flame flickered across his handsome face for a moment, sparks flying from his knuckles.

He calmly brought the thin cigarette to his lips, slowly exhaled a puff of smoke, and said, "Contact your teacher later."

Chen Zheyan graduated from UCL, a world-class architecture university, and studied under Pritzker Prize winner Oliver Johnson.

Upon hearing the word "teacher," Chen Zheyan cursed under his breath. Anyone who had been a student was most afraid of teachers.

Unfortunately, this "stupid" student, even after all these years since graduation, hasn't come up with anything fancy. He usually just sends greetings on holidays and doesn't dare to contact anyone at other times.

Huo Jingcheng had simply presented him with a difficult problem, and he preferred to revise the blueprints again.

After thinking it over, Chen Zheyan tentatively reached out his arm, trying to take his drawings back from Huo Jingcheng's hand. As he carefully took them, he said, "How about... I take them back and revise them?"

Seeing the situation, Huo Jingcheng raised his hand and pressed down, his large palm pressing directly onto the architectural drawings.

After his attempts failed, Chen Zheyan hung his head in frustration. "I don't understand you either. Why are you in such a hurry? You just won the bid. Shouldn't you be celebrating and resting now?"

"Without blueprints, the people on the board won't listen to your wild ideas."

All they want are feasible solutions and tangible benefits.

Huo Jingcheng flicked the ash from the cigarette in his left hand onto the ashtray on the table, the bluish-white ash fluttering and settling at the bottom of the ashtray.

When it comes to business, Chen Zheyan understands but doesn't know much about it, so he turned around and asked him what activities were planned for his July 1st birthday.

Huo Jingcheng didn't respond, but Chen Zheyan gave him some advice.

"How about we get together tonight and I'll come up with a plan for you? After your birthday, you'll be almost forty."

Huo Jingcheng was uninterested. His long legs, encased in trousers, were naturally crossed. He leaned back in his office chair and said lazily, "No time. I have to pick up my girlfriend from get off work."