The Tycoon Has A Secret Crush On Me
Chapter 1142 - 1165: Dig Your Own Grave and Jump into It

Chapter 1142: Chapter 1165: Dig Your Own Grave and Jump into It

"I’ll pour you another cup," Che Hao said, deeply looking at Song Ze.

"I’ll go," Song Ze stood up.

Che Hao shrugged his shoulders and let him go.

After Ye Ranran had cleaned the dirtiest spot, she picked it up for inspection and found dirt elsewhere; thus, she decided to clean those as well.

In doing so, Ye Ranran cleaned the entire piece of clothing.

Although it couldn’t look brand new, it was considerably clean.

She shook it off, took a look, and feeling satisfied, went to find Xue Xue.

Not long after she had left, Song Ze returned.

"Who allowed you to make decisions on your own?" Song Ze sat down where Ye Ranran had been sitting.

"The young master ordered it; I hardly made this opportunity happen today." He shouldn’t have ruined it so carelessly.

Finding such an opportunity again wouldn’t be easy.

"This matter is none of your concern anymore," Song Ze’s tone was icy cold, not showing a trace of the foolishness or a hint of the obedience and gentleness he showed in front of Ye Ranran.

Che Hao quietly observed him, his eyes revealing confusion, "May I ask why you are doing this?"

"Has no one told you not to ask when you shouldn’t?" Song Ze’s tone was chillingly cold.

Alright then, Che Hao shrugged his shoulders, deciding not to ask any more questions.

To avoid suspicion, the two stopped talking; seeing Ye Ranran approaching, Che Hao got up and left.

"Is he mad because I didn’t mix with his circle?" Ye Ranran muttered to herself, watching Che Hao’s retreating figure.

It couldn’t be that petty, right?

"Sister, let’s go, I don’t want to stay here anymore," Song Ze tugged at Ye Ranran’s clothes and whispered.

He was taller and older than Ye Ranran, yet he acted in such a subordinate manner, which really was quite bizarre.

Ye Ranran was initially planning to leave, but seeing Song Ze’s pleading look and thinking that Jun Mochan might not be returning any time soon,

she decided against it. Thinking over and over would only trouble her more; she might as well walk around.

The film and television city had imitation ancient streets, ancient city walls, ancient buildings, lattice veranda houses, and pavilions around water, a sight too much to take in all at once.

Ye Ranran held a skewer of candied fruits in her left hand and a sugar figurine in her right, thoroughly enjoying herself.

Song Ze also held many items, all given to him by Ye Ranran.

Looking at the colorful candy and treats in his hand, Song Ze’s lips twitched; apparently, Ye Ranran truly treated him like a child.

But he wasn’t really a child.

At that moment, Song Ze admitted to himself; he had chosen a very awful persona, practically digging his own grave.

Ye Ranran turned around, saw Song Ze standing there bewildered, staring blankly at what he held in his hands.

"Don’t know what to eat? Start with this, or it’ll melt." Ye Ranran picked up the sugar figurine close to him, facing Song Ze’s mouth, "Open up."

Song Ze obediently opened his mouth, though he internally refused.

Ye Ranran stuffed the sugar figurine into his mouth and then pointed at the candied fruits, "Eat this after finishing that, and then anything else is fine."

Song Ze really wanted to roll his eyes, but instead, he nodded.

Ye Ranran was very satisfied and continued walking forward.

It wasn’t a holiday, and the film and television city wasn’t crowded, allowing them to enjoy the sights slowly.

To fit the atmosphere, Ye Ranran even bought an oil-paper umbrella, holding it, she turned smiling, captivating the world in an instant.

The two walked along the lengthy corridor and, feeling tired, sat in a lattice veranda to listen to opera.