I'm panting so hard that I really can't get enough strength
Five o'clock in the evening is the rush hour for getting off work.
The golden sunset light shines on the rolling traffic, the traffic light timer changes word by word, and even the sound on the car radio is exaggerated to make it a bit noisy.
Chen Jianhai glanced at the time, 17:34.
The current straight-line distance from Benrali to the cinema is 5 kilometers, and the estimated driving time is 45 minutes.
Looking at the traffic jam on the navigation screen that was almost purple, Chen Jianhai rolled his eyes silently. He probably couldn't watch the beginning of "The Revenge of Little Seafood".
Through the rearview mirror, Chen Jianhai glanced furtively at Wen Zifan.
Throughout the whole journey, from the moment they came out of Langai Hotel to now, Wen Zifan has been blushing and silent. So far, the two of them have almost zero communication. The atmosphere is really very stiff, awkward, and awkward.
After all, it’s the little girl who is thin-skinned.
Wasn't it just that he asked her to watch a movie in front of all the employees, so why was he so embarrassed?!
What is she thinking?
Definitely not thinking about movies.
The big truck in front was blowing out hot air. Sitting in the Bentley, Chen Jianhai felt as if all the car exhaust in Nanjiang had been sucked into his stomach.
Otherwise, please pull down the hood.
Chen Jianhai pressed the button and the hood of the car slowly closed, isolating the couple from the external noise.
Wen Zifan glanced at Chen Jianhai secretly, with a hint of confusion in his amber eyes.
Is this man stimulated?
I ignored myself for such a long time, but today I not only took the initiative to invite myself to watch a movie, but also didn't shy away from the hotel employees at all.
Why do I think about it every day?
Just when Wen Zifan was thinking about Chen Jianhai, he heard Chen Jianhai ask: "Are you hungry?"
Wen Zifan was stunned and subconsciously replied: "I'm not hungry."
Normally she wouldn't have dinner until around 6:30 or 7:00, but she was really not hungry at this time.
"Emmmm..." Chen Jianhai felt embarrassed, "Are you thirsty? There is water in the car."
"Boss, I'm not thirsty." Wen Zifan spoke again.
"Yeah." Chen Jianhai held the steering wheel with both hands and looked at the traffic jam in front of him. He really wanted to kick all these cars away one by one.
She is neither thirsty nor hungry, so what else can she talk about?!!
"Do you have a partner?" Chen Jianhai squeezed the steering wheel tightly and suppressed these words from his mouth.
Wen Zifan choked and coughed several times, turned his head abruptly, and looked at Chen Jianhai as if he was a ghost.
"What did you say?"
"Just...do you have a partner?"
Hearing this question, Wen Zifan's face turned pale, then turned pink, then pink turned red, and finally turned white with anger out of nowhere.
"Do you think I have a partner??"
Wen Zifan turned half of his body towards Chen Jianhai. He had been ignored by the other party for most of the year, and the grievances and anger he had accumulated all exploded at this moment.
Usually she can pretend that the other person is too busy with work and has no time to deal with emotional matters.
But what Chen Jianhai said today really pushed the bottom line.
She has been having an affair with Chen Jianhai for so long, and the other person is on a Ferris wheel and has come all the way from the island to meet her. The two sides have been fighting for so long, and you actually asked me if I have a partner?!
"How do I know if you have a partner?" Chen Jianhai obviously did not notice the violent fluctuations in his assistant's feelings, but was confused by this question.
He has been either in Zaomen or the association for most of the past six months.
Occasionally, I met Wen Zifan in the hotel to communicate about work, and I didn't even pay attention to her life after get off work.
But...it doesn’t seem like it??
If Wen Zifan had a partner, it is estimated that the employees of Langai Hotel would have spread the news privately.
"If you don't have a partner, can you consider me?"
As soon as these words came out, Wen Zifan paused as he unbuckled his seat belt and was about to open the car door.
Chen Jianhai stared nervously in front of the car window, not daring to look at her at all.
Wen Zifan looked at Chen Jianhai blankly, thinking that he had heard wrongly.
After a long while, she replied in confusion: "Huh???"
"It's just..." Chen Jianhai couldn't hold it in anymore, and finally blurted out: "Wen Zifan, I like you, can you be my girlfriend?"
"What if I say no?" Wen Zifan blinked and secretly fastened the seat belt he had just unfastened.
"No?!" Chen Jianhai turned his neck and looked at Wen Zifan in surprise.
He really hadn't thought about the impossible.
"No... If it doesn't work, let's watch the movie first. The tickets are all sold out." Chen Jianhai was completely wilted.
When they arrived at the cinema, Chen Jianhai took the ticket, bent his waist, and led Wen Zifan to sit on the seat.
The moment he put on the 3D glasses, Chen Jianhai looked at the big screen blankly, feeling neither sad nor happy.
A young couple next to you is holding a bucket of popcorn in their hands. I will feed one popcorn to your mouth, and you will feed one popcorn to mine.
The girl holds up the Coke cup and brings it to the boy’s mouth, and the boy brings the straw of the milk tea cup to the girl’s mouth.
Boring, boring and boring.
What's there to eat with this popcorn?!
Is the milk tea so delicious?
Are you two disabled? If you eat something, you will feed each other!
Turning his head, Chen Jianhai asked in a low voice: "Do you want some popcorn? I came in in a hurry and I forgot to buy some."
"I will not eat."
"Then do you want to drink Coke or milk tea?"
"I'm not thirsty."
Well...she's not hungry or thirsty, Japan!
Chen Jianhai looked at the movie screen numbly again.
In the darkness, a small hand secretly reached into his arm.
Um?!
Chen Jianhai lowered his head and saw Wen Zifan's right hand darting into his arm like a small fish and holding his arm.
What does it mean?
"Don't you disagree?" Chen Jianhai whispered in confusion.
Why are you touching me if you don’t agree?!
Unexpectedly, it was better that he didn't say it. As soon as he said this, Wen Zifan simply put his little hand into his, intertwined their fingers, and put his head on his shoulder.
Not only that, Wen Zifan also rubbed his shoulder quite unrestrainedly, chose a very comfortable position, and then started watching the movie.
Chen Jianhai's whole body was stiff and his back was straight.
As a serious man, his ancestral love experience tells him that boys should take the initiative in these matters.
But now Chen Jianhai feels that he is the one who is passively teasing.