1379: C1379 Do You like It?

C1379 Do You like It?

Miao Qi didn't answer. She just felt a little sour in her nose.

She heard Lu Hanzhi sigh again and waved his hand. The guard waiting at the door hurriedly ran forward and said, "Sir."

"Ask the kitchen to bring the prepared food here." Lu Hanzhi ordered.

"Yes." The guard saluted and turned around to jog down.

Both of them did not speak. Very quickly, delicious food was served. It was very exquisite and also a lot. All of it was what Miao Qi liked to eat.

Miao Qi's eyes were red, but the light was dim and Lu Hanzhi did not notice it.

"Let's eat first." Lu Hanzhi's tone was unquestionable.

But how could Miao Qi eat it? She lowered her voice and refused, "I'm not eating. I'm not hungry. I can't eat it."

Hearing this, Lu Hanzhi's voice changed, "What? Sitting with me can't even eat?"

Miao Qi looked up at him in shock. He also looked at her with anger in his eyes.

"No." Miao Qi lowered her eyes, pursed her lips and said in a low voice, "Then I will eat a little."

After saying that, she picked up the chopsticks and ate.

This should be the last meal Lu Hanzhi prepared for her.

Seeing that she obediently ate, Lu Hanzhi lit a cigarette with a scarlet flame that reflected the man's resolute face. It was filled with a masculine taste. He smoked and looked at her with a somewhat flirtatious look.

Miao Qi retracted her eyes and Lu Hanzhi took two sips. A white mist leaked out from his lips, and with a faint fragrance of vanilla wrapped around his exclusive scent, it drifted into Miao Qi's nose.

Miao Qi was in a trance for a moment.

Lu Hanzhi's slender fingers held the cigarette and casually placed it on his crossed legs. After a moment of silence, he leaned over and tapped the cylinder. Then he cast a sidelong glance at her and said, "Tell me, why are we not suitable?"

Miao Qi stopped eating and looked at him. Under the dim light, the man's eyes were dark and unfathomable, and he was as fierce as a tiger.

"I have already said it in the letter." Miao Qi swallowed the food and said with difficulty.

"Oh." Lu Hanzhi extinguished the cigarette and leaned back on the sofa. His posture was quite casual. He looked at her and asked in a deep voice, "Do you like it?"

Miao Qi was stunned for a moment and seemed to not understand the meaning of his words.

"Now, let's not talk about whether it is suitable or not. Let's talk about whether we like it or not." Lu Hanzhi stared at her and asked directly, "Miao Qi, do you like me?"

This question really brought up Miao Qi.

What should she say?

To say that she liked it?

Or did she not like it?

Miao Qi did not answer.

Lu Hanzhi also seemed to be very patient and said, "If you like it, even if it is not suitable, it is also suitable. If you don't like it, then take it that I am talking nonsense."

Miao Qi tightly held onto her chopsticks. After a long while, she moved her lips with difficulty and answered three words, "I like it before."

Lu Hanzhi's eyes instantly sank like an ice cellar in the dark night. It was dark and cold, followed by silence. It was deathly silent.

He did not say anything, but he could see that it was very depressing and shocking.1

Miao Qi put down the chopsticks and actually did not know what to say. After thinking for a long time, she said, "Mr. President, just treat it as my fault. At first, I liked you, but now..."

Now that she really did not like it, Miao Qi still did not say it in front of him.

Lu Hanzhi lowered his eyes and covered the expression in his eyes. He played with his long fingers and asked casually. “ Why didn't he like it? What did I do to make you dislike it? Do you think I'm too busy and my seat is too high?"

Miao Qi did not say anything.

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