Chapter 11 Chapter 11 Still quite confident.

The car returned to a deathly silence.

Even Lu Qianning, who always drove steadily, accidentally stepped on the brakes. He stopped at the traffic light and laughed: "The air conditioner seems to be turned up a little too high."

Zhao Manzhi blushed and covered her nose, shrinking back. She clearly saw Zhuang Youkai's eyebrows twisted back again, knowing that she had upset him again.

How could someone in the world be so unpromising? Zhao Manzhi scolded herself in her heart.

She carefully looked at Zhuang Youkai's expression, and surprise and displeasure flashed in his beautiful amber eyes, and finally turned into a cold glance, and threw a piece of clothing at her.

"Put it on."

"...Oh."

It was his suit jacket, with a faint spicy smell of tobacco. Zhao Manzhi was not used to the smell, and wrinkled her nose slightly, not noticing that the last rhyme in Zhuang Youkai's eyes was a helpless resignation.

He coughed lightly and turned the page, "What did you want to say just now?"

Zhao Manzhi gathered his coat and answered respectfully, "Boss, I was indeed too immature today. Not only did I not understand your good intentions, but I also talked back to you. It's really..."

Zhuang Youkai stopped him, "Get to the point."

Zhao Manzhi paused and licked her dry lips lightly, "I don't want to leave Huanye."

"Just for that?"

"Yeah." She lowered her eyes, with some sequined eye shadow on her eyelashes, like scattered stardust, "The internship experience at Huanye is very important for my next master's application."

"Very important?" Zhuang Youkai repeated, "Then how dare you do this to your boss?"

"..." Zhao Manzhi choked, "Because I thought that there would be friction when people get along with each other, and our conflicts have nothing to do with the work itself..."

It was too late when she realized that this sentence was a bit over the line, but it seemed that the obedient person didn't mind. He had a smile on his face, his expression was still calm, but not as distant as usual, "Then what?"

"Then, I found that you must have misunderstood me, but my method was wrong. The more I tried to clarify, the deeper the misunderstanding became. The relationship between the two spiraled and became increasingly confusing."

She felt that Zhuang Youkai was inhuman and looked down on her. Zhuang Youkai thought that she was restless and wanted to climb up the social ladder. Every time they quarreled, he avoided the main contradiction. No wonder the more he explained, the worse it got

. Zhuang Youkai hummed and allowed her to continue.

"Although this explanation is a bit pale, people who have been in contact with me for a long time know that I never use these means to attract other people's attention and favor. I always believe that if I am good enough and dazzling enough, I will naturally be noticed... This is true for work and love."

She hesitated when she said the last sentence. After thinking for two seconds, she still added it. After she finished speaking, it was as if she had exhaled a breath of turbid air, and the whole person felt refreshed.

It is right to express your feelings in this straightforward and honest way. No one will know you better than yourself. If you don't say it, it is difficult for people to guess it.

She looked at Zhuang Youkai, trying to see through his deep eyes. He could never be as straightforward as he was just now, so she was not sure whether this way of communication without detours would be useful.

Zhuang Youkai put one hand on the door handle, his fingertips leisurely touching the door handle. Under his ivory-white shirt, his arm lines were smooth and lean. After a long time, he laughed, and he couldn't help laughing, "You are quite confident."

From childhood to adulthood, wherever she went, she attracted a lot of attention. Zhao Manzhi had no reason not to be confident, and she didn't intend to be humble about this. Her neck, which had drooped for her job, straightened up again at this moment, raised her small chin, and spoke in a tone that seemed to be soaked in alcohol, "Why not? There are so many people chasing after me, and I never have to please anyone." "

Poor students hugging each other for warmth has nothing to do with love."

Zhao Manzhi suddenly felt a little fortunate that tonight, the unusually gentle, patient, and kind Zhuang Youkai was still the poisonous and mean boss. Seeing his other side, she got to know him a little better.

But this does not mean that she agrees with Zhuang Youkai's theory.

The alcohol made her bolder. Zhao Manzhi forgot that she was begging for mercy just a second ago. She snorted softly and spoke sharply, "Everyone says that the feelings in the ivory tower are the most sincere, but Mr. Zhuang has a unique view. What's more, if you are not a student, you must be poor. You are from Hong Kong, so of course you know that there are hidden dragons and crouching tigers in Hong Kong schools."

Zhuang Youkai found her interesting and asked with interest, "Then tell me, what kind of tigers and dragons are crouching and hiding in your school that are still determined to pursue you?"

"Sunny and energetic, with A's in all subjects and a good family background, but never arrogant."

Zhao Manzhi made up a story just to shut him up, "Forget it, I can't explain it to you."

"What's there to explain? It's as if I haven't been to school." Zhuang Youkai spread his palms in front of her, "Do you have a photo? I'm very good at judging people, and I can help you check it out."

Who would have thought that he would be so persistent? Zhao Manzhi clenched her handbag and looked at his palms, which were empty, with only a handful of moonlight left.

Her hesitation was fully seen, Zhuang Youkai understood, and said lightly, "No? Then you made it up."

"Yes!"

Zhao Manzhi didn't know where this young master was in such a good mood, but she didn't lose the game. It was just a photo, so he wouldn't see the flaw. She took out her mobile phone, thought about it, clicked on Chen Muchuan's circle of friends, found a group photo of the two of them at the end of the class, and handed it to him, "It's the one in the middle."

Zhuang Youkai lowered his eyes and glanced, and smiled, "A kid."

"That's young." Having satisfied the curiosity of the man in front of her, Zhao Manzhi quickly took back the phone, as if she would be exposed if she looked at it any longer, "Besides, you are not much older, and you always talk so maturely."

He didn't answer, but there was a flash of unknown darkness in his eyes.

The road was smooth at night, and soon they arrived at Zhao Manzhi's residence. She knew that the old neighborhood was cramped and complicated, so she stopped the car at the intersection, "It's good to stop here, thank you Uncle Ning."

Then she turned her head and added politely, "Thank you, Mr. Zhuang."

Zhuang Youkai didn't look at her, but nodded slightly to show that he heard it.

He always looked a little tired, especially after he lost interest, but different from his previous arrogance. After tonight, Zhao Manzhi could understand his fatigue a little bit - he always had to consume himself in long and useless social activities, and only in very trivial times could he let down his guard, which was indeed very stressful. As soon as

the slender heels were extended, the sensitive lambskin soles immediately reflected the ruggedness of the ground with the most realistic touch. The soles of the shoes that were used to walking on the red carpet were as delicate as the Princess and the Pea, which also made Zhao Manzhi come back to her senses and realize that she had left the pumpkin carriage, and Cinderella's dream ended here.

She took a deep breath, and the cool breeze of the summer night filled her lungs, bringing with it a hint of chill. After closing the car door, she stood by the road and waved goodbye until the taillights of the Bentley Mulsanne disappeared at the intersection. As she walked inside, she realized that it was cold when she got out of the car, so she wrapped her coat around her out of habit.

Zhuang Youkai's suit was too big, swaying on her shoulders. Zhao Manzhi looked down and found that the choking smell of tobacco had dissipated, and what was kneaded into her breath was the warm woody aftertaste.