Kyoto kisses her

Chapter 162 Which dog doesn't have an owner?

Chen Zheyan: "..."

Chen Zheyan, who considered himself a 'noble among dogs,' retorted indignantly, 'What are you showing off in front of me for? If you're so capable, go show off to your brother-in-law!'

What's with all the smugness? It's like some dog will be ownerless someday. Ugh, so annoying!
With those two consecutive sentences, he struck right at Huo Jingcheng's heart, giving off a feeling that he wouldn't be Chen if he didn't infuriate Huo Jingcheng.

That day, he heard from Qi Zhiwen how Huo Jingcheng had "ingratiated" with Su Mingyan, pouring tea and serving him food...

Huo Jingcheng was speechless for a long time after hearing his words. He glanced at him coldly, his dark eyelashes sweeping across his face, revealing an obvious coldness and displeasure.

Chen Zheyan was not intimidated by him at all, but he did not dare to say another word. He naturally raised his hand, skillfully picked up the teapot next to Huo Jingcheng, poured himself a cup of tea, and the rich aroma of the fruity black tea immediately filled the air.

The series of actions flow smoothly.

Even if he can't speak, can't he still finish Huo Jingcheng's tea?
Chen Zheyan downed three large cups in one go, and by the time Huo Jingcheng realized what was happening, the teapot was already empty.

He lifted the teapot by the handle and felt that the weight inside the teapot had noticeably decreased.

Lifting her eyelids, her gaze met Chen Zheyan's round, almond-shaped eyes, which held a defiant "what can you do to me?" look.

Huo Jingcheng: "..."

Huo Jingcheng closed his eyes speechlessly, then put down the purple clay teapot, leaned against the desk, and stubbed out the still-sparkling cigarette in his hand into the ashtray, where the black and white ash filled the bottom.

Just then, taking advantage of his inattention, Chen Zheyan quickly reached out and took back his design drawings.

As he looked down and examined it carefully, he asked, "Why did you suddenly think of building a golden sphere? In terms of land utilization, building a skyscraper is definitely more efficient than a golden sphere, isn't it?"

Three to five seconds after he finished speaking, Chen Zheyan secretly pondered the 'imperial intention', then looked up and asked again, "Was it built for the landlady?"

Upon hearing this, Huo Jingcheng raised his eyebrows slightly, remaining noncommittal and appearing carefree and relaxed.

Seeing this, Chen Zheyan, who was sitting in a swivel chair, couldn't help but sigh, swivel the chair back and forth, and put his hands on the armrests.

His gaze fell on the blueprints he had revised many times on the table, and he felt indignant for himself. "If this were the Western Zhou Dynasty, you would be King You of Zhou, and I would be the feudal lord who was completely fooled by you."

"May I ask, Lord Chen, when can I speak with your teacher?" Huo Jingcheng leaned back lazily in his chair, asking unhurriedly as his slender fingers casually twirled the pen on his desk.

Chen Zheyan: "..."

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At 5:30, Chen Zheyan, having had enough, got up and left to have dinner with his 'friends'.

Just as he stood up, Huo Jingcheng received a phone call.

Chen Zheyan, with his sharp eyes, noticed the contact name on his phone screen. He suddenly stopped in his tracks, realizing who was calling, and sat back down with his legs outstretched.

Huo Jingcheng casually glanced at him, then looked down at his phone screen; it was Su Ruoyun.

He didn't speak, took the phone from the table into his palm, then moved his office chair away, stood up, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window to avoid being overheard.

Standing tall by the floor-to-ceiling window, the large expanse of transparent glass seemed like an invisible barrier. His gaze followed the crystal-clear glass downwards, taking in everything, and the bustling scene of Beijing unfolded before his eyes.

With practiced ease, Huo Jingcheng swiped his long fingers across the screen to answer the call. Then, he held the phone to his ear and asked, "Hello?"

"Hello." Su Ruoyun answered, then said, "Don't come to the orchestra tonight, our band leader is treating us to dinner."

After a long while, she still didn't hear Huo Jingcheng's voice on the phone and thought the phone was malfunctioning.

Just as she was about to hang up the phone and send him a WeChat message, Huo Jingcheng muttered, "Oh."

Su Ruoyun noticed his mood and paused in zipping up her jacket. "What's wrong?"

Huo Jingcheng wasn't too bothered, but he remembered that he had just casually boasted to Chen Zheyan, only to be slapped in the face. An adult knows how to adjust, and his tone returned to normal, "Nothing much. Shall I pick you up after dinner?"

Su Ruoyun thought for a moment and said, "No need. I'll go back to my apartment by myself after dinner. The car from last night is still parked at the orchestra."

Yesterday morning, Su Ruoyun drove to the orchestra, but Huo Jingcheng picked her up in the evening, so she didn't drive back.

Undeterred, Huo Jingcheng asked again, "Are you sure you don't need me to pick you up? What if it gets too late?"

"Really, no need. The dinner party usually ends around 8 or 9 pm. I'll call a designated driver then. That's all for now, bye."

After saying that, Su Ruoyun hung up the phone decisively.

Yi Shi, an erhu player in the same practice room as her, was also tidying up her erhu. Hearing her ask curiously, "Boyfriend?"

Su Ruoyun smiled gently, her eyes crinkling with laughter, and readily admitted, "Yes."

The band members didn't know her identity, and even if they knew of Huo Jingcheng's existence, they wouldn't let the Su family know.

Yi Shi didn't intend to pry into Su Ruoyun's privacy; she just casually asked, "Looks like he's very clingy to you, a younger, adorable puppy?"

Puppy?

Su Ruoyun thought of Huo Jingcheng, then denied it, pondered for a moment, and slowly said, "...an older wolfhound."

……

Meanwhile, Chen Zheyan looked at Huo Jingcheng, whose expression was clearly displeased after hanging up the phone, and tentatively asked, "Boss lady?"

Huo Jingcheng gave a faint "hmm" in response, then strode back with his hands on his waist.

Judging from his expression, Chen Zheyan knew that Su Ruoyun was probably busy tonight, and smiled, "You have a date with your sweetheart, how about you get together with your brothers tonight instead?"

He made a swift and decisive decision: "It's settled then. I'll call and book a private room right now."

After being rejected by his girlfriend, Huo Jingcheng had no choice but to agree to Chen Zheyan's offer.

7 PM, Youranju VIP room.

Someone at the table brought up the arrangements for tomorrow, July 1st.

"Why don't we go out to sea for some fun? I haven't even used my new custom-made fishing rod yet!"

The third son of the Gao family is fond of fishing and is a fishing enthusiast.

Tomorrow's date is special, so we can't hold a big celebration. We can only avoid Beijing and go out to have some fun.

Huo Jingcheng listlessly swirled the amber-colored liquid in his glass. It was brandy with ice, and ripples spread across the glass, wetting half of his palm.

Xianxian said, "I'm busy."

As soon as he finished speaking, he slowly added an explanation: "I'm going to see my girlfriend's performance."

At this moment, Huo Jingcheng was like a handsome male peacock, eagerly displaying his feathers to show off the fact that he had a girlfriend.

There are two types of secret relationships. One is where you can't say you're dating, let alone who your partner is; the other is where you can say you're dating, but you can't reveal who you're with.

The young couple were remarkably similar, tacitly agreeing to choose the second option.

Several people around were shocked.

You have a girlfriend?!