THE CEO's LOVE Chapter 78: Another Piece Of Great News {I}

At the school,

Qingran sat on a bench in the school field looking at a tree about one hundred foots away. The squirrels ran around it playing. She would smile at them and even giggle.

They are performing a good show.

She had her lunch pack in hand but wasn't eating.

"Excuse me," someone said and Qingran turned to see who it was, but because she had been looking up for sometime her vision blurred, she closed her eyes for some seconds then opened them to see who it was.

"Do you need anything?" She asked.

"Yes, move from the bench since you aren't eating."

Qingran frowned. "Why should I move? You should be eating in your cla.s.s room if you are hungry."

"Just get out of the way, you little girl. I'm your senior and you should respect me." The person speaking was a child of ten years, he was fat, and wore a gla.s.s.

Qingran wasn't going to give up the bench. "Then as a senior shouldn't you let me have this bench? And it's wide enough, we could share." The little girl suggested innocently.

"No!" The boy said angrily.

"Why?" 

It wasn't Qingran that asked that question, not even the boy. Qingran looked past the boy to see who it was. It was the boy with aunty Jiu the other day.

The fat boy turned around to see it was Zhihao. "Ah!"

Zhihao had his hands in his raincoat pockets. 

"Nothing really. I will go look for another bench." The fat boy said and sprinted away.

Qingran turned to watch the boy Sprint away and giggled. "He's a scardy little cat." She muttered. "Thank you, I owe you one." She said to Zhihao and it made the boy frown.

"Owe me what?" Zhihao asked.

"A favor,"

"Who thought you that?"

"No one, but I have to pay back those that helped me." She finally opened her lunch pack, brought out one of the boiled eggs and pa.s.sed it to Zhihao. 

He frowned even more.

Qingran pouted. "You don't seem to have a lunch pack with you so share mine."

The side of his mouth quirked. "You're wrong. I have one. Specially made by my granny. She owns a very big restaurant. She's a good cook."

"Really?" Qingran was surprised. "My granny prepared my lunch pack as well for me. But she doesn't own a restaurant instead she has a little shop and she is a seamstress, also a designer."

He gasped. "My aun... I mean my mother owns a very big company that designs clothes and make wears for men, women and children."

"Wow!" Qingran jammed her hands.

Zhihao didn't know how but he relaxed a bit and sat beside her. "It's cold, why don't you have a jacket with you?"

Qingran looked down at herself, "I'm not cold one bit. But I have a jacket with me. My uncle had put it in my bag." 

Zhihao lips quirked with a smile. "It's good you don't get cold easily..." He paused. "How did you know aunty Jiu?"

Qingran seemed to think for a while then answered. "She's mommy's friend."

Zhihao nodded and didn't say anything again.

Qingran too stopped talking and ate her food.

In a cafe out of town, there were two young men, one sipping a fruit juice and the other a smoothie.

"Hey, do you think he's coming?" The first one said.

"I bet he will. He agreed anyway." The other answered. "But why did you choose such a location? It now looks like we are planning a big event. To destroy the president..."

"Aye Aye, Xiangyang. I chose this place because no one here knows us."

Xiangyang found the reason lame. "What a lame reason. We could have hang out in your place or mine, where's your sense of reasoning Jingyao?"

>.

"That's enough. Zhaolin is already on his way here!"

A car came to a stop outside the cafe and they both giraffed. It was him. 

Wow! He was on suit instead of wearing a jean and a round neck s.h.i.+rt... Gos.h.!.+

The two facepalmed... Zhaolin is a subject to be studied.

"I wonder why you chose such environment." He said when he reached the table.

Xiangyang: (☞͡°͜ʖ͡°)☞ "He chose it!"

Jingyao: ¯_(ツ)_/¯ "What is wrong with it?"

"Everything!" Zhaolin answered.

"Forget about that. You drove yourself? Have you gotten over your fear of driving?" Xiangyang asked, grinning.

"I never had such fear." Zhaolin shot a straight answer.

"Yes yes... You were scared of the road as a kid...Ah! Ah!"

Jingyao elbowed Xiangyang to be quiet.

Xiangyang turned to glare at him. "That was painful." He complained.

"Why did you two invite me out?" Zhaolin asked.

"We thought we could all hang out and have fun. You have the busiest and rarely have time to relax. We should always do this." Jingyao said.

"It helps the mind to stay healthy as well. You have to free yourself from the shackles and be free!" Xiangyang supported.

Zhaolin said nothing instead watched the two men.

Xiangyang and Jingyao shared a look... Did we say anything wrong?

"Ok."

w(°ｏ°)w

The two was taken off guard.

"Good good." They chorused.

They chatted more as Jingyao talked about his club and Xiangyang talked about a patient that had refused to leave the hospital after she was treated. She kept saying she wasn't well enough and still need extra time to heal and would do that at the hospital no matter what. "Eventually, Songyan checked her out." Xiangyang sighed.

"She must have been charmed by your looks," Jingyao complimented.

"Yes... I have nurses to deal with too. They would have thrown her out had she not come from a well to do family.

Jingyao laughed. "So Zhaolin?" 

Zhaolin soft expression turned stoic. "I have nothing to share. Instead I need your help on something."

Jingyao and Xiangyang looked at theirselves.

What is he going on about now? 

Xiangyang almost smirked. "Tell us."

"The girl I ever liked is back. Back as a woman. I want her back but she doesn't want me." Zhaolin was straight with his answer not wanting to beat around the bush. "So what should I do to win her heart back?"

Xiangyang mouth dropped.

Jingyao blinked more than thrice.

Who said Xiangyang always had the best stories to tell?