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Chapter Eight Be My Valentine

Without even looking at the menu, Du Jiawen ordered a few signature dishes with acquaintance. He returned the menu to the waiter who stood respectfully. He raised his head, pursed his lips and looked at Xiang Xiaochuang hesitantly flipping through the menu, and a slight smile appeared on his face.

It can be seen that her family is not well-off, and the food she spent a lot of money on the menu made her unable to make up her mind.

Xiang Xiaochuang finally raised his head, ordered two vegetables in a plain tone, and handed the menu to the waiter.

Under the light, her eyes seemed to be the bamboo forest after the rain, shrouded in a hazy mist, which was not very clear. But her face was very calm and she did not seem nervous because she sat in a wealthy restaurant.

She was wearing the most common suit, with beige color, only organic embroidered flowers on the neckline. The neckline was very wide, but it made her skin look as clear as cream and fragrant as ripe.

She lowered her head and drank tea, and her fine bangs fell off, covering her eyes. Somehow, her heart swayed slightly, leaned over, and used her hand to push her behind her ears.

Xiang Xiaochuang was slightly surprised, and looked at him with clear black and white eyes, with little rabbit-like defense.

"Xiang Xiaochuang, be my lover!" Suddenly, an idea came out. And he said it casually.

Xiang Xiaochuang was obviously surprised. The sip of hot tea that he had just drunk was almost sprayed out. He hurriedly swallowed it, regardless of whether the scorching temperature burned his throat.

"I'm sorry, I felt a hearing failure just now..." Xiang Xiaocun apologized.

"No, you have no hearing failure. I mean, be my lover, Xiang Xiaochuang." Du Jiawen looked at her face seriously, waiting for her ecstasy.

"I'm sorry, I... refuse." Xiang Xiaochuang said clearly, his eyes filled with the bright light of the moon. Although the face was not decorated at all, it was beautiful in nature and had a clear temperament in its coldness.

"Maybe you don't know the price I offered..."

"No!" Xiang Xiaochuang interrupted his self-righteous superiority, "No matter what price you offer, I... will not accept it. Mr. Du, although I am poor, I don't rely on betraying myself..."

She was a little excited, and the words afterward disappeared on her lips.

"Maybe you don't know my price..." Du Jiawen was still calm and smiled.

He is a gentle man. He is charming and evil when he smiles, but he is romantic when he doesn't smile. These two temperaments are originally incompatible, but they are integrated into one in him.

A sarcastic smile flashed across the light blue eyes, as if she was laughing at her pretending to be noble, and she wanted to welcome her but refused.

"Sorry, Mr. Du, no matter what price you have, even if you write a blank check without the numbers, I still refuse. Thank you for your hospitality!"

Without waiting for Du Jiawen to respond, she pushed open the dining chair and walked out.

When Du Jiawen reacted, she had already pushed open the glass door of the hotel and rushed to the street.

Seeing her back disappearing quickly into the crowd, Du Jiawen couldn't believe it. She had just rejected him? The idea of ​​wanting her suddenly became burning like fire and became extremely persistent.
Chapter completed!
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