I Really Don't Want to Sign a Marriage Agreement with the Big Boss

chapter 45: first love

Sheng Mingzhi spat out, "Are you reincarnated on your stopwatch, counting so clearly." 

Lu Jiayan just smiled and did not answer his words.

After getting in the car, there was no word.

Sheng Mingzhi felt that the delicate and awkward atmosphere was still lingering between them.

Probably a little unbearable, he secretly glanced at Lu Jiayan.

Then I couldn't help but say, "Why don't you talk?" Lu Jiayan looked

straight ahead, and the car drove steadily.

Slowly speaking, he said, "I'm thinking."

Sheng Mingzhi:?

What can you think about when driving?

He tapped the steering wheel: "How to give yourself a step down." 

As if to point to something, the subtle cold war that inexplicably appeared last night.

Sheng Mingzhi: ...

Probably Lu Jiayan's posture when he said this was too relaxed.

The atmosphere in the carriage seemed to have changed slightly.

Sheng Mingzhi snorted softly, "Then have you found the steps?" 

"Not yet." Lu Jiayan bent his lips: "So I want Teacher Xiaosheng to help me think of a way."

Sheng Ming was straight-forward: "Teacher Xiao Sheng has no way."

He thought for a moment, "And it's your own problem, you have to find the steps yourself." The air was quiet for a few seconds.

Sheng Mingzhi did not hear Lu Jiayan's reply and subconsciously looked at him.

No way.

What determination is the dog man, just give up? Don't stick to it at all?

It could be that his gaze was too dead staring.

Lu Jiayan did not hold back for a moment and looked at him.

"So what to do? I didn't ask for anyone, so did I invite Teacher Xiaosheng to dinner? Oh

.

It turned out that inviting him to dinner meant that.

However, after talking so headlessly, Sheng Ming's childish mood was inexplicably relaxed.

It was as if as long as you opened your mouth, you would assume that the Cold War was over.

Sheng Mingzhi's body was relaxed and leaning on the co-pilot, the heating in the car was sufficient, and he was drowsy.

Lu Jiayan took the time to glance at him, and the little ancestor who had been busy for a day was already half squinting his eyes and resting comfortably.

Looking down, his ring finger was wearing the ring he had given him.

To tell the truth, Sheng Mingzhi actually did not have the habit of having dinner with people.

He generally eats alone, or does not eat at all, after all, the mixed entertainment circle has high requirements for the figure of the artist, and Sheng Ming is naïve and does not often go to the gym, so he can only strictly control the diet.

In addition, Lu Jiayan was a food-eater who did not sleep, and he could not talk to him while eating.

Just sitting awkwardly for half an hour, if it weren't for the fact that lu Jiayan's face was still pleasing to the eye, Sheng Ming wouldn't have bothered to reason.