Chapter 1237 You haven’t officially met your little cousin yet?
Jian Jin raised her head and looked at him. Despite her ordinary appearance, she had very good-looking eyes. She crossed her arms across her chest, crossed her legs and stood up from the armrest of the sofa where she was leaning. She smiled, "Okay, I'll do it right away."
"Also, send me a gift."
"Send it in your name."
Jian Jin knew that Lu Zhi was sure without asking. Qiao Nian raised her eyebrows and spoke sharply, "You want to give a gift in my name? Do you want to give it like this?"
What's the difference between giving it as a gift? Qiao doesn't know, but you give it as a gift."
Lu Zhi was wearing a black shirt. It was tailored and the fabric perfectly outlined his chest and shoulders. His brows and eyes were light and bland, making it hard to tell what he was thinking. "Just give it to me. Anyway, I want it."
A gift is only called a gift if the person likes it. Otherwise, the meaning of giving a gift will be lost.”
Jian Jin was stunned for a moment. Did she understand what he was thinking? It was a gift. Isn't it the meaning of giving it yourself? What does it mean to give a gift only when others are willing to accept it?
She straightened her legs and didn't want to dig deeper. She looked at the man in the wheelchair and said, "I'm just going to help you deliver the gift. You don't care if Joe doesn't know. Just give it a gift!"
Lu Zhi moved his fingers as if to tell her to get lost.
Jian Jin's "get out" was very cool and she went out without looking back.
Downstairs of the hotel.
Jiang Yao waited in the hotel lobby on the first floor for a long time without seeing anyone come down.
Finally, a bodyguard as tall as an iron tower came out of the elevator and walked towards him.
"Coming."
He was so energetic that he whispered to Xu Jishen in a low voice.
Xu Jishen came with him. Hearing the words, he followed Jiang Yao's gaze and saw someone walking towards them. "You said the boss doesn't have time to see us?"
Jiang Yao had a rigid and serious face, not like Jiang Zongnan, but more like Jiang Zongjin and Mr. Jiang. At this moment, his eyes were full of uncertainty, and he shook his head and replied, "I don't know. But at least we, Tianchen is a member, and since we know the boss
If you are here, you must come over and say hello. Whether Mr. Lu sees us or not is another matter. We must do what we should do to be polite and be polite. Whether he sees you or not is his business."
"Yeah," Xu Jishen tapped his chin and felt that what he said was right. "Anyway, we came over to say hello. Forget it if we don't see each other."
He took some time out of his busy schedule and thought of someone, "By the way, I've been with my grandpa these past few days and I didn't even ask you, have you met your cousin?"
"No."
When Jiang Yao mentioned Qiao Nian, he remembered that Jiang Xianrou told him that Qiao Nian entered the World Software Competition through the back door in order to gain limelight, which was a bad tone.
"I don't have time these days."
Xu Jishen frowned and just wanted to ask him, "Didn't you say you wanted to take time to have a meal with your family when you first came back?"
Why don't we have time again?
However, when he saw Director Lu, who was a bodyguard, approaching, did he say anything further? "Oh, I thought you were a little cousin who entered the group stage, so your family would celebrate it and have a meal with the whole family."
After Xu Jishen said this, he turned away and did not particularly care about what he said.
Because he thought Jiang Yao must know.
Who would have thought that Jiang Yao was in a trance, completely stunned, and so surprised that he even forgot to ask Xu Jishen.
Qiao Nian made it to the group stage?
Xianrou didn't tell him that Qiao Nian was participating in the competition, so he asked a gunman to do it, right?
In the past, I participated in this competition every year in China. I failed every year in the top 16 of the qualifying round. I never entered the group stage. Qiao Nian actually entered the group stage this year.