Chapter 45: Don't smell old people crying (15)

"What? I can find you if I have something?"
Ji Xinxin hummed twice, but put away her ridiculous tone, and resumed her queen's style, "I am free this afternoon, and you are allowed to ask me for afternoon tea."
"You, have you returned home? Aren't you in Cannes?" Ling Chuxia was slightly surprised.
She has always wanted to invite Ji Xinxin for a meal, but the diva’s itinerary was too full. Today, Hengdian was filming, the French fashion week tomorrow, and the Cannes Film Festival the day after tomorrow. There was no time to give it to her, so she had to Wait until Ji Xinxin has time to make an appointment with her.
"Well, it was eleven hours ago."
"..."
Ji Xinxin has always been willful, doing things only on her own happiness, Ling Chuxia did not ask more.
Ji Xinxin continued: "What? No time? Your is at home?"
Shi Che at home?
How could he be at home...
He hasn't returned home for almost half a month...
Ling Chuxia shook her head subconsciously, and then realized that Ji Xinxin couldn't see her shaking her head. She quickly said, "No, I'm free."
"It's fine if you have time. I will send you a text message later when and wherever possible. First, hang up!" Ji Xinxin finished speaking neatly and wanted to hang up.
Ling Chuxia shouted out unconsciously, "Wait."
Ji Xinxin paused when she hung up the phone, her tone confused, "What's the matter?"
Ling Chuxia swallowed his saliva, settled for a moment, and then said very seriously: "In the future... don't open your mouth and call the young master bastard, that... not so good..."
"..."
A second later, Ji Xinxin cut off the phone unceremoniously, as if he didn't even bother to say anything that despised her.
-
Ling Chuxia took a bath, put on a light make-up, tidied up his appearance, and went out.
Ji Xinxin and her were in a coffee shop. The coffee shop was just an ordinary coffee shop. The decoration was quite old, and the taste of coffee snacks was also ordinary. It was difficult to compare this kind of place with a half-sky diva. Ji Xinxin is connected, but she likes this cafe every day of the year. In her words, it has a nostalgic taste.
When Ling Chuxia opened the door and came in, he could feel the aura of Tianhou from a distance. Ji Xinxin sat in a corner with her legs elegantly overlapped and a lazy posture. She sipped the coffee with her slender hands, and even normal coffee. The museum can all become shining because of Ji Xinxin's aura.
When Ling Chuxia saw it, the corners of her lips couldn't help but a smile appeared. She walked forward slowly, pulled away the chair opposite Ji Xinxin, sat down, and said softly: "Xinxin."
Ji Xinxin didn’t change her posture, but just glanced at her faintly. Seeing Ling Chuxia's same ten-year-old dress, she frowned unabashedly, and said directly: "Ling Chuxia, you can be a little bit feminine. Isn’t it? If you didn’t have two pieces of meat in your chest, I would really think you were just a man. No wonder that in your family is too old."