53: Chapter 53: Welcome

Chapter 53: Welcome

The wind was blowing and the trees were swaying. It was getting late.

Murong Jue dragged her back to the house when she was done shopping. Then, she went back to the study office and left Ruan Chuchu alone downstairs holding a cup of loquat ointment.

After a long time, after Ruan Chuchu, he touched his mouth and realized that Murong Jue was trying to coax him?

In the past, after the two of them quarreled, he usually didn't care about himself. The cold war did n' t care about anyone. Then, he waited for the next conflict to erupt and enter the next cold war.

And today, he actually walked over to talk to him and spoke more than usual.

He was probably trying to coax people.

Looking upstairs, Ruan Chuchu recalled that he was outside just now. Apart from the last paragraph, it wasn't difficult for him to get along.

It was the first time she had been taken care of like that.

Huh? Ruan Chuchu What are you thinking? Do you think he's so gentle?

She interrupted her thoughts in panic and Ruan Chuchu finished the sweet paste. She poured herself another large glass of water.

The cook took out another stack of freshly made mint cake and let her taste it.

This was the first time Ruan Chuchu had stayed downstairs for so long. She walked over and took a bite out of the warm pastry. It was soft and sticky, and it was filled with a sweet fragrance. She nodded and said," It's delicious."

"Then let's give it to Mr. Wang as well. He was speechless just now. He must have been talking too much at a meeting."

She had given her a long and arduous task. Ruan Chuchu had yet to react when she took the delicate and expensive plate.

"Sorry for Miss Ruan trouble. I'll ask you to come down for dinner later."

Ruan Chuchu braced himself and knocked on the door of Murong Jue study.

"Come in."

Ruan Chuchu pushed open the door and entered, Murong Jue walked out of the bathroom, her slender fingers dripping with water.

She walked over and put the plate down. She pouted and said," Aunt Zhao's new. It's soothing."

Murong Jue took a look at the pastry and threw away the tissue that was wiping his hands. He picked up a piece and took a bite before putting it down. He continued to work in front of the computer.

"Eat this while it's hot. If it's cold, it will stick to your teeth."

"Eat it."

"Huh?" Ruan Chuchu shook his head." There's still another one down there."

"I don't like eating sweet food. Do n' t you like it?"

When she first arrived, he had indeed seen her chewing on fruit candy several times.

He didn't expect that he would notice this little detail. Ruan Chuchu explained," I do n' t like to eat sweet. I just have a little low blood sugar."

Murong Jue looked up at her pale face and continued to look at the computer." Then eat more."

He had probably guessed that she was going to leave, but Murong Jue added coldly," I can't eat it. I' ll keep it intact later."

The cook would Aunt Zhao be sad.

Ruan Chuchu hesitated for a moment before sitting across from him and taking a small bite.

His brows furrowed and his white face wrinkled, unwilling and forced.

The corner of Murong Jue's mouth curled up slightly. He looked at the screen and tapped on the keyboard.

One was working seriously while the other was eating slowly. There was only the sound of him tapping on the keyboard in the room. Ruan Chuchu cleared his throat awkwardly." Ahem."

Murong Jue did not raise his head and pushed the water cup over.

Ruan Chuchu could only take a symbolic sip and continue eating the pastries dry.

When she got up and took the documents during the Murong Jue, she naturally stretched out her hand on her forehead and retracted her hand before Ruan Chuchu withdrew.

"The fever has already subsided." Ruan Chuchu felt that he might have overreacted and drank another mouthful of water.

Murong Jue nodded." Yeah, you said you'd just have a nap."

That was only her usual method of dealing with illness. He had suggested it intentionally or not. Ruan Chuchu her ears were a little hot. She hesitated for a moment before saying," Thank you yesterday."

Murong Jue raised his head to look at her, Mo Hei's eyes carrying a narrow smile." Oh?" "Thank you for what?"

Ruan Chuchu didn't know why she understood what he was saying. She also remembered the burning breath he had spat on her ear last night, and those beautiful and charming words.

Her face burned up." Thank you for helping me with my fever yesterday!"

"I should."

Then, she went silent again. Ruan Chuchu had eaten almost all the six or seven cakes in the small plate. As if she had completed her mission, a satisfied smile appeared on her lips as she prepared to leave.

"There's another one."

Ruan Chuchu took a look and said," It's yours."

Murong Jue's subordinates stopped moving and looked at the piece before looking at the Ruan Chuchu.

He couldn't lift his hand and his hands were n' t clean.

The two of them looked at each other for a while, but in the end, they Ruan Chuchu picked it up and handed it to his mouth. Only then did Murong Jue condescend to open his mouth and eat it.

He didn't know if it was intentional or not, Ruan Chuchu felt his lips stop on his hand.

"Greetings."

Ruan Chuchu coughed again. He didn't know if he was choking or if his throat was really uncomfortable.

Murong Jue handed her some water and stroked her back. Ruan Chuchu wiped the tears from her eyes and drank a mouthful of water.

He looked at his pink neck and the smile in his eyes faded.

"Aunt Zhao said we'll go down for dinner later." She shifted her gaze away and said.

Murong Jue nodded, stood up, and walked out.

Ruan Chuchu followed behind him and looked at his back. He was also puzzled. When had the two of them been able to speak and get along so calmly?

It was obvious that they couldn't sit together for dinner yesterday.

Was it because he had changed, or was his position too unstable?

Ruan Chuchu had been thinking about it all the time. Plus, she had eaten a lot of pastries. She didn't even move her chopsticks when she ate.

Murong Jue received a call in the middle of the day and Ruan Chuchu poked at the rice in front of him. He was absent-minded, and his phone rang. 1

It was an unfamiliar phone call. She hesitated for a moment before answering," Hello?"

"Hello, is this Miss Ruan Chuchu?"

"Yes, you are?"

"I'm the president's assistant, Zhou Cha. We met at the company."

There was no impression of this Ruan Chuchu. She asked in confusion," Are you looking for Murong Jue?"

"No, no. I want Miss Ruan to help me." The person who called himself Zhou Cha said hurriedly," Is the President next to you?"

Ruan Chuchu looked at the Murong Jue answering the phone on the balcony and said," No."

"Miss Ruan, listen to me. I have a document here. I'll pass it to you. Can you copy it on the President's computer for me?"

"You can send it to him directly."

"I originally sent this to the President with the other, but I didn't finish it when I handed it over. If the President finds out that the President is a perfectionist, you can help me this time."

It wasn't a big deal. Ruan Chuchu thought for a moment and said," Alright, send it to me."

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