Lu Qichen slightly nodded, and when An Xiaoxiao approached, he reached out and rubbed her hair, "I haven't seen you in two months, the little girl has become beautiful."

An Xiaoxiao smiled, her heart was full of vicissitudes, only two months, but many things happened, and completely changed her life path.

"Why did you sell the cafe?"

When he returned from a business trip, he didn't go to the company. He came here directly, but heard that An Xiaoxiao had sold the cafe.

"Something happened, use your money urgently."

"What's the matter? Why didn't you call me?" Lu Qichen's face changed slightly.

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips, "It's okay, it's all solved."

Lu Qichen would like to ask again, An Xiaoxiao shifted the topic, "Have you eaten lunch?"

"No."

"Eat here, I will fry the steak."

"it is good."

Lu Qichen looked for a seat by the window and sat down, while sending a message to his assistant Xu Ning, asking him to check what happened to An Xiaoxiao.

An Xiaoxiao entered the kitchen, Ami was waiting for her at the door, "Sister An, are you really going to work in the cafe?"

"Why? Not welcome?"

An Xiaoxiao found that he had stayed with Jiang Muye for three days, and his speech was all wrong.

Amei naturally didn't hear the strange tone and was surprised, "How come, of course welcome, you are the best."

An Xiaoxiao smiled, "Remember to pay me a salary!"

"That's natural!"

Ami thought about it and asked, "When do you start working?"

"Recently these days." An Xiaoxiao answered.

"Good!" Ami smiled heartily, "Come here anytime, you can be the store or yours."

……

An Xiaoxiao stayed in the cafe until closing time, during which Jiang Muye's news was zero.

She closed the shop door, and she leaned tiredly at the bus stop. Finally, the taxi didn't wait, but she waited for the familiar black Rolls-Royce.

The window came down, and Jiang Muye turned his head, "Get in the car and go home."

Four words, exceptionally gentle and gentle tone.

Lin Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, and Erye finally learned to be gentle.

An Xiaoxiao pursed her lips and pulled the car door to sit beside Jiang Muye.

The car was on the road and the air continued to be dull.

"Why is it so late?" Jiang Muye asked, his tone deliberately slowed down.

"It will be so late in the future." An Xiaoxiao answered briefly.

Jiang Muye raised an eyebrow, "Still angry?"

An Xiaoxiao glanced at him, and there seemed to be no dissatisfaction in his deep, cold eyes.

An Xiaoxiao's attitude is slightly slower, "I plan to start working recently."

"Okay." Jiang Muye responded, "Let's let Lin Zheng arrange your favorite post tomorrow."

"No." An Xiaoxiao hurriedly said, "I'm not going to Jiang's Group."

Jiang Muye looked at her, and there were explorations and surprises in her eyes.

"I have a job." An Xiaoxiao answered.

Jiang Muye nodded, 24 years old, she should have started working long ago.

"Is there a night shift?" he asked.

"Well, I have recently." An Xiaoxiao vaguely said.

The speed of the car was very fast, and soon arrived at Zhuxuan, An Xiaoxiao advanced door, inadvertently looked at the white piano by the window.

The familiar body and logo reminded her that the piano came from a famous artist and was of great value.

There was a flash in his eyes, and An Xiaoxiao pressed his head down to change his shoes.

Jiang Muye whispered behind him, "Do you not like the piano?"

"Like." An Xiaoxiao confirmed that the piano was indeed bought for her, and he was a little excited.

Jiang Muye looked at her back as she walked quickly, and her mood was inexplicable.

Condensing the emotion between his brows and eyes, Jiang Muye said, "If you like, play the first song."

"What do you want to hear?" An Xiao's fingers swept the keys, and the notes flowed out.

"Follow you." Jiang Muye said.