Chapter 179
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It was still a little early. After all, it was only five o 'clock.
When Jiang Tingxu came in, there were only three tables of customers around. One of them was having afternoon tea.
"Hello, Madam. Is there anyone else?"
"Two of them will be here soon. Can I have a glass of juice first?"
"Okay, please wait a moment, Madam."
The freshly squeezed juice did not take long. It was soon served.
"Thank you."
After taking it, Jiang Tingxu bit the straw and took a big sip. Suddenly, his whole body felt much cooler.
Pei Rusi arrived about ten minutes later. When he walked to the door, he saw the person sitting in the corner.
"Doctor Jiang."
"Director Pei is here? Please take a seat! "
When the restaurant waiter saw that everyone was here, he came over with a tablet.
"Sirs, if you want to order, just tick it here and confirm it."
This service was not bad. The customers were much more comfortable without anyone standing at the side to wait for them to order.
Jiang Tingxu moved the tablet in front of Pei Rusi.
"Customers first."
Pei Rusi did not refuse. He knew that he could not refuse even if he wanted to, so he might as well accept.
.....
At this moment, on the other side, the father and son had just returned from the old mansion.
Standing at the door, the little guy took out the key his mother gave him and was about to open the door. However, he suddenly turned around and said to Mo Boyuan behind him,
"Dad, Ning Ning is here. You'd better go back quickly."
"Brat, where do you think I should go?"
Little Ning Ning frowned and thought to himself, "Don't you know where you should go?"
However, when he looked up again, he saw his father take out the key from his pocket and calmly open the door under his son's nose.
The little guy blinked. What was going on?
"Dad, why do you have the key too?" he asked.
Did Jiang Tingxu give it to him?
It had to be said that the last doubt in the little guy's heart hit the nail on the head.
It really couldn't be!
However, a certain man did not think much of it at all. He said shamelessly,
"Are you coming in or not? If not, I'll close the door. "
Why are you wasting your breath?
So noisy!
The little guy went in with a confused look on his face. His eyes were still fixed on Mo Boyuan's trouser pocket.
However, just as the father and son entered the house, before they could even sit down, the phone rang.
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