Forever Worthy of Your Love

Chapter 123: face slander

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Hua Sheng smiled, "Uncomfortable? No, not at all, I don't feel it at all, as if the person they said is not me."

Jiang Liu couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

The little girl in his family is really not a mortal.

Although he is only 22 years old, he is young and mature.

Many things are more thorough than the elders.

Hua Sheng's idea is very simple. She came to school because she is interested in history.

In fact, these people on campus are not in the same rank as her.

Stop arguing about the right and wrong, as for what they say? Whatever, she's not a celebrity anyway, and she doesn't rely on word of mouth and public opinion for her living.

"This is not the way home."

Seeing that the route was wrong, Hua Sheng looked sideways at the man in the main driver.

He came back from work with his coat in the back row.

He was only wearing a pure white shirt with diamonds on the cuffs, which was still a low-key luxury.

"Well, I'm going to take you somewhere," he said.

It seemed that he didn't intend to directly say where he was going, pretending to be mysterious.

Hua Sheng also said a word, and after a while, she asked him, "I'm actually curious, why do you have to drive by yourself in this capacity?"

Because Hua Sheng discovered that Jiang Liu rarely used a driver unless he was drinking.

Otherwise, they are all opened by themselves, which is not like the style of a big boss at all.

Jiang Liu held the steering wheel, looked ahead, and replied casually, "Because I don't like to put my life in the hands of others."

Hua Sheng laughed after hearing this.

"What are you laughing at?"

"Prudent enough, he is a person who does great things."

"Thank you Mrs. Jiang for your compliment." Jiang Liu also smiled.

Every time Jiang Liu called her Mrs. Jiang, Hua Sheng was always shy.

The car drove for about half an hour, and the two came to a very simple and quaint restaurant.

After Jiang Liu parked the car, he took Hua Sheng in.

Hua Sheng looked around and found that the store was not big, but clean and tidy.

It's a bit like the decoration of a coffee shop, mainly white and log colors, and the dining table is also the kind of long log table commonly used in libraries.

There are also various small potted plants on the table, and abstract murals on the walls on both sides.

The roof is also inlaid with a lot of green plants, which makes people feel very comfortable.

When he first came in, Hua Sheng noticed the signboard at the door. The name of this store was Zuixue.

A very poetic name, Hua Sheng likes it very much.

"Boss Jiang."

The woman at the bar is in her forties, with outstanding looks and extremely elegant.

Wearing a beige Korean suit, with a warm smile.

"Well, bring my wife over for something to eat."

"Okay, you guys sit down first."

After a while the waiter brought the menu.

Hua Sheng looked at the name, but it was quite interesting.

For example, ten thousand lotus flowers are a little red.

Like sailing across the ocean to see you.

Another example is beauty like jade, momentum like rainbow, three mountains and five mountains and so on.

The names are all elegant.

"A Sheng, what do you want to eat? Her food is very authentic." Jiang Liu asked her.

"I eat everything except meat."

"Don't worry, her house is a vegetarian restaurant, and you don't have any if you want to eat."

This surprised Hua Sheng, after all, vegetarian restaurants are not yet popular in the north, and northerners like meat and meat.

Jiang Liu looked at the menu for a while, ordered a few random dishes, and ordered a cup of osmanthus tea for Hua Sheng.

She picked up the cup and took a sip, then looked out the window lightly.

Jiang Liu looked at Hua Sheng's profile...

He said slowly, "You look at the scenery in the house, and I look at you."

As soon as such explicit love words came out, Hua Sheng felt a little embarrassed, she lowered her head and pretended not to hear.

"A Sheng, what do you think of the poem just now?" Jiang Liu asked her.

Hua Sheng was startled again, "Was that just... a poem?"