Chapter 8 (1/2)

Translator: EndlessFantasy TranslationEditor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“Jia Jia…” Zheng Zilin dragged out his last syllable and revealed a wicked smile. “We’ll meet again next time…”

When she reached the corner, her slender wrist was faintly aching. “Let go! You’re pinching me!” Zhao Jia struggled hard. “Peng Zezai!”

“Let go…” he said coldly. “Is that so?”

“Yes! You’re pinching me.”

In the next second, he released his grip.

Although she liked good-looking hands, it did not feel nice to be grabbed so harshly.

Ever since she was young, she had never suffered this kind of injustice.

No one dared to touch her.

She rubbed her wrist and said with a smile, “Peng Zezai, you’re so anxious. You must be jealous.”

‘You ignored me in the morning, but now you know how to talk to me?

‘Heh.’

She looked at his side profile. “You even sent someone to pick me up. So It’s you who missed me…”

Peng Zezai said calmly, “That wasn’t one of my people. I won’t be jealous for you.”

If he knew that the gift Lu Ming was talking about was her, he would stop him from doing such a thing no matter what.

All day long, he was actually causing trouble for him.

Zhao Jia was slightly stunned. If that was not his subordinate, then did this mean Li Yuan was not either?

Then what exactly happened yesterday?!

Although he let go of her, his footsteps were still very fast as he walked into the elevator.

She helplessly followed him.

In the dark night, a black Rolls-royce drove out of the parking lot.

In the car, Peng Zezai crossed his legs. He placed his slender hands on his legs. His white sleeves were rolled up. The streetlights outside the car window were shining brightly. His eyelids were slightly drooping, and his long eyelashes left a faint shadow on his face.

The two of them were separated by a noticeable distance. They were clearly in the same car, but they seemed to be separated by a thousand miles.

She stared at his gorgeous right hand as he took out the phone in his pants pocket and answered it.

Lu Ming’s voice came out of the phone. “D*mn, brother Peng, what’s the situation? Where did you take her? To bed?”

“Home.”

Lu Ming smiled. “Hey, you’re suddenly so affectionate! Then I won’t disturb you anymore!”

After saying that, he immediately hung up the phone.

Peng Zezai held the phone carelessly and casually placed it on his lap.

She asked curiously, “Who was that man upstairs just now?”

“Zheng Zilin.”

His voice was quite pleasant to hear.

“Do I know him very well?”