Chapter 89
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Zhang Jue sat in the restaurant next to the airport. He pinched his chin with his right thumb and index finger with a serious expression.
This was his habitual action when he was thinking.
Whenever he was in trouble, he would let his mind go into a state of high speed.
If the brain was compared to a CPU, then now his brain was already overclocked.
Since he went out this morning, he felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell what was wrong.
He ate breakfast, checked out of the hotel room, and took a taxi to the airport — — it was obviously a simple and normal thing, but he felt that something was wrong, something that couldn't be explained.
Was he too sensitive?
Zhang Jue frowned, which was a rare sight.
He had a bad feeling that this return trip wouldn't be so smooth.
… …
"Sir, can I sit here?"
A little girl's voice came.
Zhang Jue looked up and saw a girl around 16 or 17 years old looking at him. She had blonde hair and blue eyes and was very beautiful.
There were many people in the restaurant, and it was very common to share tables.
Zhang Jue nodded.
The little girl put her luggage aside.
Then she leaned on the table and looked at Zhang Jue.
Zhang Jue looked around and confirmed that the little girl was really looking at him.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"Sir, I lost my wallet, can you treat me to a meal?" The little girl smiled.
"… …"
The little girl's lips were red, her teeth were white, and her blue eyes were very attractive.
Her expression didn't look like someone who lost their wallet at all. Even an ordinary person wouldn't be fooled, let alone Zhang Jue.
But for the first time, Zhang Jue didn't refuse her. Instead, he pushed the menu in front of her.
"Order what you want to eat."
Zhang Jue wasn't fooled by her appearance. The reason why he wanted to treat her to a meal was that when the little girl sat next to him, the uncomfortable feeling disappeared.
He didn't know if it was an illusion.
The little girl only ordered spaghetti and pushed the menu back to him.
"Do you want to eat something?"
Zhang Jue looked at the price and the corner of his mouth twitched unconsciously.
"You can eat it, I'm not hungry."
The little girl ate her spaghetti without caring about her image. Zhang Jue had never seen a girl eat so fast.
In less than five minutes, a plate of spaghetti was finished by her.
"Do you want to eat?" Zhang Jue asked.
"No, I'm full, thank you." The little girl smiled and her eyes brightened.
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