Can't stop loving you

Chapter 70 Pick Up At Seven O'clock

At that critical moment, a white hand with long and slim fingers stopped her when she felt something

touching.

A big smile appeared on Viola's face. "Oh, Mr. Jin, you are able to see me."

She used a little strength to break free from his hand.

"You are the editor in chief in charge of interviewing me. I'm so honored. Please sit down." He stood up,

pretending to notice her intense passion.

"Well, I won't take my seat this time. I heard you were looking for me. Come on, let's get straight to the

point."

"You can sit down first. We have something to talk about." He touched the mole of his eye and smiled

wickedly.

Viola thought her harangue had worked, so she sat down smugly.

"Bess, Selina and Wendy, sorry to have bothered you." He gave a kiss on Bess's hand.

"Well, don't forget to call me when you finish." Bess unwillingly left with the other two colleagues.

Viola rolled her eyes at the ceiling, "Mr. Jin, you are really attractive."

After he sent away three female colleagues, he looked at her up and down and asked with confusion,

"Who are you? What's your name?"

what do you mean?

Pretending to have amnesia with her?

"In the alley, in the hospital, by the seaside and in the cinema, we have all seen it." said Viola, grinding

her teeth

He tapped on the smooth desk with his slender fingers, and thought for a while before he suddenly

realized, "Oh, I remember."

She breathed a sigh of relief.

His eyes were as cold as ice. He sat up straight with a straight face and said, "Oh, so you are the chief

plotter of the voyeur. No wonder you look a little familiar."

"How do you know it was me?" asked Viola, who was very angry

They talked for a long time until he remembered they were just playing a trick on her.

"The chief editor showed me your picture and wrote the word of mastermind on it." Chol said with a

profound look.

A few seconds later, a look of embarrassment came over Viola's face.

Thinking of what she had done to Mul, she nodded her head and said with grievance, "It was me. What

do you want to do?"

He picked up the coffee on the table and took a sip. Then he asked seriously as if he had changed his

face, "Do you want to be banged or private?"

The corners of Viola's mouth twitched, but she didn't answer him immediately. Instead, she asked, "Is

there any difference between going public and being private?"

He raised his eyebrows as he rubbed his smooth chin, "Take legal action and solve a private case.

Being private, you can be granted the right to interview me."

Viola hesitated for a while and chuckled. "What you said makes sense. But I have to think about it."

"Think about it?" "It's just a thought. What should I consider?"

A shy smile appeared on Viola's face. Then, she fiddled with a wisp of hair in a casual manner and

said, "Mr. Jin, you may not understand now. You are a celebrity and you need to be careful."

"I always judge people without their help. I don't need any consideration." He didn't think so.

"Hey, you! Since you want me to interview you, why don't you give me some time to consider it?" A

slight smile appeared on Viola's face, which showed no trace of joy in her eyes. Then, she said: "We

should always say you are willing to do something. If you force me to do something, I will write down

something I shouldn't write. But how can I do that?"

He was staring at her with his narrow peach blossom eyes, while Viola was not to be outdone and

stared at him.

When their eyes met, it seemed that two electric lights were tussling with each other, as if they were

competing for something. In the end, with a smile on his face, Chol looked away.

"Well, I will give you a day to consider it." He put on a pair of sunglasses and struck a card on the table.

"Come to this place tomorrow and give me the answer."

After confirming that he had left, she wiped the cold sweat off her face and found that there was

nothing on it. Then she knew that it was her illusion.

Slightly pinching her numb legs, she stood up with her hands on the sofa and slowly walked out of the

reception room.

Her sight fell on the door of Maynard's office. Somehow, she walked to it and turned the doorknob.

When she opened the door, she found that there was still no shadow of Maynard inside.

All of a sudden, a sad look came over on Viola's face. She was rather entangled. She was told to

deliver food at this time every day when she was on a business trip, but he was not there at the

moment.

Should I make up for it or eat it by myself? '?

"Miss Qi, we meet again."

Julie came in and saw her frustrated face one by one.

The complicated look on her face was swept away by a gentle smile. "Julie, what are you doing here?"

Julie shrugged. "I come to the periodical office to help Mr. Chu with some papers. What about you?"

Viola shook her head. "I don't have anything else to do. I just come over to have a look. You're busy. I'll

go first."

After a while, she felt much better and walked out quickly.

What she didn't know was that Julie called her "run away".

Julie smiled. "It seems that Miss Qi cares a lot about Mr. Chu. Otherwise, you wouldn't have

lovesickness."

In the evening, when Julie finished reporting work on the phone, she blurted out, "Mr. Chu, Miss Qi

missed you very much. She wanders in your office every day."

As soon as she said that, Julie realized that she had spoken too much. She felt very uneasy. 'Is Mr. All text © NôvelD(r)a'ma.Org.

Chu going to fire me?'.

After a long while, Maynard's slightly tired voice came through on the phone. "I see," he said

At half past six in the morning, the phone that Viola put on the bedside rang.

When Viola was sleeping soundly, she heard someone groping around. After touching the phone, she

reluctantly opened her eyes and pressed the answer button.

She buried her head under the pillow and said in a weak voice, "Hello?"

"I'm back. Pick me up at the airport at seven o'clock."

Upon hearing this, she hung up the phone and went on sleeping.

Come back? Pick her up at the airport at seven o'clock?

All of a sudden, Viola sat up from the bed.

"Ah!"

Three minutes later, a scream almost made the whole building collapse.

Startled, she jumped out of bed. She took a look at the number on the phone and exclaimed, "It's really

Maynard."

She brushed her hair and ran into the bathroom to brush her teeth and wash her face.

Six minutes later, Viola came out, hurriedly changed her clothes and ran out.

Ann drank a mouthful of milk calmly. "How silly. She ran out in her slippers."

Five seconds later, Viola rushed into the room from the outside, took out a pair of high-heeled shoes

from the shoe cabinet and put them on. Then she ran out in a hurry.

Ann took a bite of the bread and took a glance at the bag on the sofa.

Three minutes later, Viola ran back, without taking her wallet, and she was so tired that she was out of

breath.

After watching this indifferently, Ann said to his mother expressionlessly, "Mommy, are you going to be

reincarnated?"

Viola was too tired to talk to her son. She picked up a piece of bread, put it in her mouth, and rushed

out.