722 Pei Ge, you vixen! (1/2)
Qiao Jingyun was unaware of Xu Li and the waiters' thoughts.
She was sitting obediently in Ji Ziming's car with a wide smile on her face.
”Ziming, your car is still as minimal as ever; your car still lacks any décor.”
Looking at the car's clean interior that did not even have the smell of air freshener, her mood improved.
This is great! There's no trace of that woman in his car!
”En,” he mumbled absentmindedly, his eyes on the road.
It was exactly because of this that she had an opportunity to execute her plan.
Seeing that his focus was not on her, she smiled slyly.
She reached into her bag and furtively took out a few feminine items and placed them in an inconspicuous position in the passenger seat.
After she succeeded in placing the objects in his car, her smile widened as her mood improved significantly.
”Ziming, when will you be free? Let's go out for a meal again. You didn't eat with me today. No matter what, you must make it up to me at least once, okay?”
She looked at him with a playful smile.
”We'll see about this.”
He neither agreed nor refused her request.
”Tsk! You really are busy, huh.”
Hearing his reply, she did not pressure him into agreeing to her request. She merely pouted and gently scoffed to illustrate her discontent.
However, her coquettish expression froze a little when she heard his following words.
”Right, last time in New York, I sent a message using your phone. Did the message get sent properly?”
Red light. The car stopped.
He turned to look at her.
Although it had been a while since the incident, he was still a little confused.
When he sent that message to Pei Ge, he did press send, but why did she not receive it?
Qiao Jingyun's smile froze a little at the man's inquiry.
How? Why would he ask her this? She did it rather discreetly. There was no way that he would know…
Panic flashed across her eyes.
Alas, it fleeted too fast for the man to catch.
”Yes. I was even curious about the person you sent that message.” She nodded and went along with the topic rather naturally, looking at him confusedly.
”Anyway, why are you asking about this suddenly?”
He frowned a little when he saw the confusion on her face. ”It's nothing.”
Could it be that the message was not sent due to poor reception?
”How could it be nothing?” Just as he wanted to change the topic, she decided to dwell on it.
”Since you're asking, there must be something.”
Her dark eyes were full of confusion.
”The message was apparently not sent out.” He gave this explanation when she pressed him for an answer.
”Huh? Really? I was saying… You clearly sent the message, but there was no message in the sent folder. I thought you deleted it after sending the message, but I guess you did not…” she explained seriously, nodding as if she had made sense of things.