Chapter 1121 - 1121 1106 Extra Story Nineteen (7)

Chapter 1121: 1106, Extra Story Nineteen (7) Chapter 1121: 1106, Extra Story Nineteen (7) Maomao collapsed onto the sofa, her pink lips parted slightly, struggling to react.

Nineteen, was he angry?

Having never seen Jian Tianlin angry before, Maomao was at a loss to understand his thoughts at the moment.

The lively atmosphere suddenly became somewhat delicate.

Quan Tianqi and Bai Feizhan also noticed that something was off, their gazes shifting between the two.

Jian Tianlin realized that his attitude had been poor just now, he looked down at Maomao, who sat on the sofa at a loss, a trace of annoyance flashing through his depths.

“A perfectly good cake was wasted by you all. Hurry up and wipe that cake off your face, lest Shanshan and Mu Chen arrive later and laugh at you.” In the end, it was Bai Feizhan who stepped in to smooth things over.

“I’ve already asked someone to bring clothes over. Everyone should change first.” Quan Tianqi patted Jian Tianlin’s shoulder, silently worrying about his EQ.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” after dropping these words, Jian Tianlin walked away quickly.

Once the bathroom door closed, Maomao quickly stood up, her head hanging dejectedly, devoid of her usual vivacity.

She asked in a muffled voice, “Seventeen, is nineteen mad at me?”

Quan Tianqi smiled faintly, “Why do you think so?”

“His face turned dark, and, and his voice was super cold just now, it froze me to death.” Maomao became even more discouraged, “It must be because I clung to his back just now, that’s why he’s angry.”

“There there, it’s nothing, don’t overthink it,” Quan Tianqi’s usually cold temperament softened as he reassured her, “Nineteen isn’t mad at you, if you don’t believe me, you can ask him yourself when he comes out.”

“No thanks, I’m scared,” Maomao shook her head, candidly admitting, “I better leave now. Azhan, happy birthday, we’ll gather again another time.”

After speaking, without giving Quan Tianqi and the others a chance to retain her, Maomao bolted out of the Private Room as if she had greased her feet.

“Hey, Maomao, why are you running so fast?” Bai Feizhan asked helplessly as he watched her disappear in an instant.

A single cake had set off this commotion.

Quan Tianqi, seeing the person coming out of the bathroom, curled the corner of his lips into a teasing smile, “Nineteen, you scared her off. Aren’t you going to chase after her?”

It seems some interesting things happened last time in Y Country—spring is arriving for his Nineteen!

Jian Tianlin rolled his eyes at him, “Boring.”

Not long after the cake incident, Maomao didn’t see Jian Tianlin again until a month later, at her home.

“How come you’re here?” Maomao stood on the staircase landing, staring at the person seated on the sofa, her face a picture of astonishment.

Jian Tianlin saw her dressed in a light pink long dress, which made her skin appear as white as snow, with bright, clear eyes that now shone with surprise.

“Maomao, Nineteen is here on a business trip, and took the opportunity to discuss some matters with your daddy,” Xiya explained as she handed a glass of water to Jian Tianlin.

Maomao walked over, “Discuss what matters?”

“Business matters,” Xiya said.

“Alright, you two chat for a bit, I have to step out,” Xiya glanced at the time and grabbed her car keys. “Nineteen, make yourself at home, as if it’s your own place, Uncle Kahn should be back soon.”

Jian Tianlin responded with an okay, his peripheral vision sweeping over the person who sat across from him.

The vast living room was silent.

Maomao sneakily glanced at the man opposite, unsure if he was still angry about the incident at the Private Room; she didn’t dare to approach him rashly and strike up a conversation.

“Is it fun to keep stealing glances at me?” Jian Tianlin suddenly spoke.

Maomao bristled, her words coming out jumbled, “Who, who’s stealing glances at you, stop being so full of yourself.”

Seeing her no longer morose, Jian Tianlin was satisfied and curled his lips slightly, his fingers bending in a gesture as if calling a pet, “Come here.”

“…”

Is this teasing a cat or calling a dog?

Maomao pouted her lips and huffed, “I’m not your pet, and besides, I’m several months older than you. That makes me your sister, so be polite, OK?”

Fine, if she wouldn’t come over, he’d move seats.

Jian Tianlin stood up, his tall figure stepping closer, and Maomao felt inexplicably panicked.

Before she could escape, the man already sat down beside her.

“Why are you panicking?” Jian Tianlin crossed his legs and tilted his head, leisurely looking at her with a smile, “You look guilty as if you’ve done something wrong.”

“I’m not panicking.” Maomao straightened her back, lifting her small head, “You’re the thief with a guilty conscience, not me. Go on, get further away from me.”

Jian Tianlin laughed, “Are you angry?”

“Clearly it’s you who’s angry, yet you’re putting the blame on me.” Maomao mumbled.

“The day after tomorrow, there’s a race happening here; Azhan will be there too. Want to go check it out?” Jian Tianlin softened his voice.

Hearing there was something fun, Maomao’s anger immediately dissipated, “When is it?”

“The night after tomorrow, you’ll go with me.”

Maomao nodded, “Is Shanshan coming?”

“Shanshan and Mu Chen went on vacation, so you probably won’t see her for a while.” As he spoke, Jian Tianlin glanced at her dress, casually asking, “Were you about to go out just now?”

“No, a friend of mine was supposed to come over.” Maomao said.

“Who?”

“Even if I told you, you wouldn’t know them. You’ll see when they arrive.” After saying this, Maomao suddenly felt something was off and turned to look at him, “Wait, why are you being so nosy today? You’re usually not like this.”

Jian Tianlin’s purple eyes dangerously narrowed, his long arm resting on the sofa, leaning in closely, “What am I usually like, huh?”

Maomao felt a chill on her neck as she leaned back, “You’re never serious, I’ve told you not to get close to me all the time, stay away.”

This was really eerie.

Ever since that time in the hotel, every time he got close to her like this, her heart would race. It was never like this before.

“Your face is red again.” His already delicate features became playful as his beautiful purple eyes slightly lifted with a dazzling, captivating smile.

Meeting his teasing gaze, Maomao was annoyed, pushing him away before going to sit across from him, “You’re so close to me, it increases the carbon dioxide, making me hot. What do you know, huh.”

That explanation was far-fetched.

Jian Tianlin chuckled softly, but his pleasant mood didn’t last long.

The reason was the two people chatting happily opposite each other.

“Oh right, who is this?” With the person sitting opposite emanating such a strong presence, Eric couldn’t ignore him even if he wanted to.

“I forgot to introduce you.” Maomao slapped her head, then looked at Jian Tianlin, “Tianlin, this is Eric, my good friend and senior from school.”

She paused, then turned her eyes to Eric, “He’s Jian Tianlin, my…”

“Her boyfriend.” Jian Tianlin cut in first.

His deep voice, like thunder, crashed down on Maomao’s head.

It was killing her.

She turned to look at him, incessantly throwing dagger glances his way.

She had a boyfriend she didn’t know about.