Of course, the senior would not shamelessly say something like "although you may not be able to help" like the capitalist Shi Jing did, but she really didn't know what she could help her learn.
When I was at a loss, I heard Yan Junhang's gentle voice again, "Senior has just returned to China and is not very familiar with this place. Do you mind accompanying me to familiarize yourself with the environment here?"
He opened his mouth and asked directly, which caught Qian Qianqian off guard.
Although such a request is not excessive, in Qian Qianqian's opinion, perhaps because she has been secretly in love with him for more than ten years, such a request from Senior Junhang always makes her feel inexplicably guilty.
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It would seem unreasonable for her to refuse. After all, such a request is not too much.
Gritting her teeth and thinking for a long time, she nodded to the phone and said, "Okay, of course it's no problem."
With her consent, Yan Junhang's originally nervous eyes flashed with a smile at this time, "I will pick you up later."
"Oh, okay, I'll see you later, senior."
"Well, see you later."
After hanging up the phone, Yan Junhang's face was filled with a smile. That smile was full of doting and could not help but radiate from the bottom of his heart.
After playing with his phone easily, he stood up from the sofa and saw a middle-aged woman in her forties coming downstairs, walking towards him with a smile, but her eyes were full of disdain.
Although the woman is dressed up in a noble manner, her eyebrows always lack the nobility that a wealthy person should have, and instead have a sense of prostitution.
"I never thought our eldest young master could have such a gentle smile..."
Speaking of this, she glanced at the mobile phone in Yan Junhang's hand and said, "I wonder which girl is so capable?"
She cast her eyes on Yan Junhang's handsome face that was cold for a moment, and asked a bit provocatively.
But seeing Yan Junhang raise his thin lips slightly and cast his cold eyes at the woman, his gaze became deep and captivating, he couldn't help but make the woman stumble back several steps before she managed to stand still.
"Did I say you could ask about my affairs?"
"you......"
The woman was choked by Yan Junhang's words and could not speak.
Seeing Yan Junhang's arrogant and condescending attitude, the woman actually wanted to have a fit, but because the other person was Yan Junhang, she could only swallow her anger.
Giving Yan Junhang an extremely forced smile, the woman said:
"Jun Hang, don't be like this, I just care about you."
Her words attracted a sarcastic cold look from Yan Junhang.
But she saw him lift his feet and move slightly closer to her, his thin lips raised upward, full of coldness:
"If you want to stay in the Yan family, you'd better not play tricks."
"Junhang, you..."
Yan Junhang ignored the protruding veins on the woman's face, glanced at her coldly, then raised his feet and left the hall, leaving only the middle-aged woman standing in the living room with a look of gritted teeth.
After Yan Junhang hung up the phone, Qian Qianqian still felt a little uneasy, and subconsciously she felt as if she was sorry for Shi Jing.
"Qian Qianqian, why are you so crazy?"
She hit her head angrily and cursed in a low voice.
Her beautiful eyebrows furrowed slightly, and she realized that she was becoming more and more sentimental.