[曦澄 | XiCheng][MDZS Modern AU]: All The Things I Never Told You [~PART 2~]

〽️👁‍🗨 Chapter 258: Mid-day Conversations (And Wedding Arrangements).

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- What the hell now??? You have a driver now?! What are you??? The fucking Queen of England???

San Ji was staring through the open window, leaning out of it dangerously much, gawking at the pure white snowdrift that was the Ghost,  and also  –  shamelessly staring at Brent, who was just leaning against the massive body of the Rolls Royce,  his arms crossed in front of his massive chest, looking absent-minded, but actually alert all the time, waiting patiently. 

Had he been a smoker  –  he would have probably been smoking a cig nonchalantly right now.

There were tons  of nonchalant-ness aura all around him, and no one dared approach, despite the fact that such cars  were not too typical  for this particular neighborhood.

- Whoooaaaa! Dude!!!  –  San Ji was drooling, making Jiang Wanyin roll his eyes impatiently.

- Come inside again, you moron! Or I'll be late for my last day of work! Damn!  –  he hissed.  -   We need to talk.

- Pfff!  –  San San huffed and  –  quite unwillingly  –  took his heart-eyes away from the pretty car.  –  You are one lucky bastard. This is all I can say, man!

- Hmmm.

They sat in the kitchen, to a cup of tea and some home-made cookies; the young cook was experimenting with ginger, and they had a surprisingly sharp taste. But Jiang Cheng was in a way grateful  –  it woke him up more, helped him focus.

- I will be getting married soon, San San.  -  he spoke softly and very quietly.  –  Today... I've come for... the money.

It was too much information, and San Ji jumped in his seat as if a very real bee had just stung him in the butt.

- Whoa, whoa! Easy!  Don't just drop bombs like this on me! One... by... one...  -  he mumbled, frustrated.  –  Why weren't you picking up? I was... I was real worried, you know... With that animal Johnny and... shit.

- I know. I lost my phone. Sorry.  -  Jiang Cheng grumbled, frowning.  –  We searched for it, all my numbers were in it, but we just couldn't find it. I... am sorry.  I should have come by earlier.

- Oh...

- That idiot Brent says that it was taken.... So... Anyway... It's just a couple of stupid pictures in there... so...  -  he blushed awfully, remembering Lan Huan's love messages.  -  But... it's not important. I'll give you my new number.  –  he said sourly.  –  I am OK. We are OK. We...