C22 Ceo Cake

Jian Qing was still stubbornly looking at Si Jiu. However, Si Jiu's expression no longer fluctuated like before. He responded indifferently, as if he knew how to taste the cake.

However, Jian Qing still did not plan to leave. She asked with a slightly eager tone, "Can we talk?"

This made Cen Zhi unhappy, "Why are you so greedy? Master Si said he would eat your cake."

As she spoke, she directly passed the cake in Jian Qing's hand. "Alright, let's go."

Jian Qing did not move. "Ah Jiu …"

Si Jiu looked at Jian Qing. His sharp gaze seemed to be able to see through her thoughts.

Cen Zhi pouted and waved at the bodyguard, asking him to bring something to put on the cake.

Jian Qing controlled her fear and said softly, "Didn't you say you wouldn't write that thing?"

She clenched her fist and her voice was still trembling slightly, because she was still very afraid of Si Jiu.

Cen Zhi thought she probably meant the Hand of God.

Si Jiu's thin lips parted slightly, his voice was as soft as the wind blowing it away, "Why not write it?"

Jian Qing hesitated for a moment before speaking carefully, "You've clearly promised me. Furthermore, it's not a good thing. It shouldn't exist."

Si Jiu's gaze turned cold as he said word by word, "You once said, because I have you, I don't need to use such a thing to protect myself."

Cen Zhi's hand trembled. It seemed that the love affair between her ex-girlfriend and Si Jiu was engraved in her memory.

In that instant, Jian Qing felt her blood freeze to the bone.

She eagerly said, "I will return to your side. Besides, no one will hurt you now."

Cen Zhi ate a mouthful of cake. It tasted pretty good, sweet but not greasy, and Jian Qing's cooking skills were still good. "The one that hurt Master Si the most, wasn't it you? And now, you want to come back? Do you think Master Si is like a honeycomb?

Jian Qing still pretended not to hear him. "Ah Jiu …"

Si Jiu tilted his head slightly and asked Cen Zhi, "Is it delicious?"

Cen Zhi nodded. "Delicious."

As he spoke, he raised the cake towards Si Jiu.

Jian Qing quickly said, "Master Si doesn't like to use things that others have used before!"

Cen Zhi blinked. "Really?"

What answered her was that Si Jiu bent over to taste the cake. He said with a confused tone, "The taste has changed."

Cen Zhi glanced at Jian Qing provokingly before slapping her face.

Jian Qing said nervously, "I … It's always been like this, how could it change the taste? "

Si Jiu looked at Jian Qing. The taste in his memory no longer remained. "If you came to dissuade me on behalf of Feng Teng, then tell him that he will see the real Hand of God in a month's time."

Jian Qing's eyes widened when she heard that. "How can you do that!?" Ah Jiu, you are not such a person, Hand of God really shouldn't exist, you should … "

Si Jiu interrupted him with a cruel expression, "I am." Always.

Cen Zhi mumbled as she ate her cake, "Pervert, anti-human, crazy …" She read out the comments about Si Jiu on the internet one by one in accordance with Si Jiu's instructions.

Jian Qing immediately looked like she was on the verge of tears. "A Jiu, you misunderstood me. That's not what I meant. I know it wasn't you."

Cen Zhi raised her fork and said, "He is. You must not understand Master Si by saying that!"

Si Jiu looked at Cen Zhi, who had a little pride on her face, and chuckled. "Yes, I am. You really dare to say that."

Cen Zhi chuckled. "I'm just telling the truth."

The 80% progress bar was really something to be happy about.