Chapter 1122 - 1122 1107 Extra Story Nineteen (8)

Chapter 1122: 1107, Extra Story Nineteen (8) Chapter 1122: 1107, Extra Story Nineteen (8) This bastard, with nothing better to do, came to tease her again.

Jian Tianlin directly ignored her fiery gaze, his deep purple eyes sweeping towards Eric, the corners of his mouth slightly lifting.

When Eric met those fine purple eyes, he was taken aback. Suddenly, the profile of the man before him came to mind.

The CEO of Jian Group, Jian Tianlin!

Eric came to his senses and turned to look at Maomao, “Avila, you and him?”

“Eric, don’t listen to his nonsense. He’s like that, loves to joke around. Just ignore him,” Maomao said with a twitch of her mouth, explaining.

Before her words ended, the temperature in the living room suddenly dropped.

Jian Tianlin narrowed his eyes, the smile at the bottom of his eyes fading, an icy coldness emanating from him, making it hard for Eric to breathe.

Unfortunately, Maomao, the slow-to-catch-on scatterbrain, hadn’t realized it yet.

“It’s getting late, Eric, have lunch with us here. We can talk about work while we eat,” Maomao said with a smile.

Eric glanced at Jian Tianlin out of the corner of his eye, then calmly agreed.

Listening to their conversation, Jian Tianlin grew even more irritated.

He had been sitting here for so long and he hadn’t heard her invite him to have lunch together. Yet, this guy named Eric shows up, and she’s quite enthusiastic.

Suddenly, the phone that was quietly lying in his pocket began to vibrate.

He took out the phone and put it to his ear, “Lina, have you eaten?”

His voice was magnetic and very gentle.

Maomao’s fingers paused as they flipped through the design drafts, her ears perking up involuntarily.

Lina?

Who’s that?

“How could I not eat?” Jian Tianlin’s gaze swept over her without a trace, the corner of his mouth curving into a pleasing arc.

“Wait for me there, I’m on my way to pick you up.”

After hanging up the call, he stood up, and Maomao quickly bowed her head, pretending to concentrate on the drafts.

When she caught sight of him picking up his car keys, Maomao couldn’t help but ask, “Are you going out?”

“Hmm.”

“To have dinner with your girlfriend?” Maomao asked with a grin, her voice light, “Having a girlfriend and not telling us, Tianlin, that’s not very nice of you.”

Catching the fleeting look of loss in her eyes, the gloom that had been clogging his heart instantly swept away, and Jian Tianlin gave a lipped smile, “Don’t you know it now?”

Maomao let out a dry laugh, then said, “Then you better go, don’t keep her waiting too long.”

Jian Tianlin cursed her in his heart for being a fool, “I’ll take my leave now, but I will be back later.”

Maomao hummed in response, listening as his footsteps grew fainter and fainter, a feeling of inexplicable loss rising in her heart.

“Maomao, what’s wrong?” Eric, picking up on some clues, asked softly.

“Nothing,” Maomao forced a smile, “Let’s continue discussing the designs.”

Seeing she didn’t want to talk about it, Eric didn’t press further.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the phone call that had been ended, Quan Tianqi sat in front of his desk, the corner of his mouth curling into a playful smile.

Lina?

Tianlin, it seems you can’t sit still anymore.

As evening fell, a light rain began to tap against the window.

After Eric left, Maomao was alone in the living room watching TV.

In the meantime, Khan and Xiya came back for a bit. The two were going to attend a banquet, so they left again after a short while.

The lights in the living room were on, yet it felt somewhat desolate.

Maomao turned off the TV and glanced outside the window, dark and pitch-black.

She pulled her gaze back and took a magazine from the table, flipping through it absentmindedly.

As she read, she slowly dozed off on the couch.

After some time, the main door opened.

Jian Tianlin placed the umbrella dripping with raindrops at the entrance, stepped in, and walked further inside.

In the bright light, he immediately spotted the person sleeping on the sofa.

“Who?”

Hearing footsteps, Maomao, who hadn’t yet fallen into a deep sleep, abruptly sat up.

She shook her head, her eyes bleary as she looked towards the approaching figure.

“Nineteen.”

Her soft voice, infused with a hint of grogginess from just waking up.

Jian Tianlin curved his lips into a smile, reached out to ruffle her hair, which fell into even more disarray, “Looks like you’re not quite awake yet.”

“You back from your date?” As she spoke, a sour tang stealthily permeated the air.

Jian Tianlin sat next to her, picking up the magazine that had fallen to the floor. “Yeah.”

“Daddy and Mommy went to a party; they’ll probably be back late. Do you want to stay here or go back to the hotel?” Maomao couldn’t stand the heavy silence, breaking it with her question.

“I’ll stay here.”

Opportunistic as a fox, Jian Tianlin wasn’t about to miss such a golden chance.

“Then pick a guest room for yourself; I’m heading to mine,” Maomao said, slipping her feet into slippers as she spoke.

“Wait.” Jian Tianlin caught her arm, pulling her back, and Maomao fell back onto the sofa.

“What?”

“I’m hungry.”

He said it with such earnestness that Maomao wanted to punch him.

“Didn’t you just go out to eat?”

“I’m hungry again, okay?”

“There’s food in the kitchen; go fix something yourself.”

“I can’t cook.” He smiled innocently.

Maomao gnashed her teeth, “So what do you want?”

“You cook for me.” Jian Tianlin replied without a moment’s hesitation.

“You’ve got some nerve.”

Shameless, with a thicker skin than the walls of her house.

“Why be shy? After all, we’ve shared the complicity of sneaking lollipops together, right?” Jian Tianlin spread his hands, his radiant smile making Maomao clench her fists.

“Alright, just wait.” Maomao suddenly smiled, a mischief woven with seven parts cunning and three parts slyness.

Watching her retreat into the kitchen, Jian Tianlin’s lips curled up.

His phone vibrated. It was Seventeen.

“Finally free to take my call?” As soon as the call connected, Quan Tianqi’s teasing words came through.

Jian Tianlin chuckled, “There’s rarely any good news when you call me.”

“Heard you took off to F Country?” Quan Tianqi cut straight to the chase.

He hummed in affirmation, “Aren’t you also coming the day after tomorrow?”

“Couldn’t resist making your move on the little bunny?” Quan Tianqi asked with a suppressed laugh. To others, Maomao might well be a little witch, but in front of Nineteen, her combat strength was probably no more harmful than an innocent bunny.

“Seventeen, can you not gossip? It doesn’t suit your cool CEO image,” Jian Tianlin teased back.

Quan Tianqi, “Don’t change the subject.”

“If you’ve already guessed, why ask me?” Jian Tianlin complained.

“Just to confirm, then Azhan and I can come over and stir up trouble for you, to keep you from leaving the ranks of bachelors too quickly,” Quan Tianqi said naturally, the epitome of a true brother.

“Get lost,” Jian Tianlin said, amused.

The two engaged in random banter for a while and then hung up.

“Nineteen, roll in smoothly for dinner.” Maomao’s voice floated out from the kitchen, and Nineteen stood up and walked in.

“Try this.” Maomao pulled out a chair and sat down beside him, her sparkling eyes fixed on him.

Jian Tianlin looked down and was hit by a strong pungent wave of spiciness.