Chapter 2862 - 1774: Invitation Letter

Chapter 2862: Chapter 1774: Invitation Letter

——I thought, for us, we would have the same feelings.

——As long as it’s your decision, I will respect it, unconditionally respect it.

Heartfelt and touching.

Simply the most passionate in Sha City.

Boss Jiang, who put down his phone, looked pale. Undoubtedly, he was still immersed in an emo state, but the duration wasn’t long, very short in fact.

How does that song go again?

There’s a kind of love, called letting go.

Just hearing the song title is enough to bring sorrow, breaking the heart, but his low point in life has clearly passed.

What’s left.

Should all be a climax.

Letting go can indeed be called a kind of love, but it depends on the situation.

If he and Qing Gege were still just childhood friends, their friendship could last forever.

But what’s the point of letting go now?

Pulling up pants and not recognizing the account?

With Boss Jiang’s current status, even if he were Qin Shi Huang, he’d still have to find the Imperial Jade Seal, but achieving a harem of three thousand would absolutely be no problem.

Yet he remains as pure as jade.

Why?

Because he has an almost harsh moral code.

If he hadn’t re-watched "Mountain Village Corpse," he might be able to respect Fang Qing’s "choice," but he’s already seen the film. Adults need to be responsible for their actions.

On that rainy night, since it was consensual, then if you want to "revoke" it, both parties need to agree.

One-sided opinions won’t work.

Moreover.

Shu Rui was that angry, who knows if what Qing Gege said was also out of anger?

There’s no turning back once you draw the bow.

Shameless or not.

A scumbag or whatnot.

He is willing to bear the infamy.

As for what Qing Gege felt after hanging up the phone is unknown, but anyway, someone quickly adjusted their state, walking into the bathroom with light steps, feeling refreshed after coming out from a shower.

Comrade Jiang Chen has truly transformed, no longer stubbornly adhering to the doctrine of "keeping one’s word."

At the same time, he knows Qing Mei over there must be feeling uncomfortable, probably tossing and turning tonight, unable to sleep.

But saying something like that, treating the heavy and long-lasting story between them as child’s play, even if it’s words of anger, must be punished.

Best if at midnight, they wake up dreaming, tears soaking the pillow~

Hmm.

Boss Jiang is just that manly and domineering now!

Nothing happened, after the shower, someone puts on the silk pajamas purchased by his girlfriend, picks up an envelope-like unknown object, and immediately leaves the bedroom.

He told the Daoist Sister to wait for him, not just empty words.

"Snap."

The crisp sound of walnuts cracking downstairs continues.

The exchange a few days ago already revealed the gap in their strength. He’s all cleaned up, while the Exquisite Taoist is fearless.

"Want some walnuts?"

Even after he sat down, she offered to share the nuts she cracked open.

It’s about the matter, not the person.

The fact she sprayed him with perfume just now wasn’t targeted, it was purely because she disliked the "manly smell" after his workout.

"I just rinsed my mouth, you eat, eat more."

Jiang Chen shook his head, declining the kindness.

Tanki Liuli didn’t insist, retracting her hand.

Offering a brain boost isn’t appreciated.

Fine if not eating.

The person who spouted nonsense and ended up getting a thrashing turned their gaze to the TV.

Disaster movie.

Zombies outbreak.

Zombies chasing people like mad dogs, making them scream.

This kind of movie has a wide audience, anyway, he quite likes it, almost watched all similar movies during college leisure time, forming a realization.

If a biohazard outbreak ever occurs, instead of desperately struggling to survive, it’d be better to surrender early, let a zombie bite, then enjoy the cat-and-mouse game left.

Of course.

If encountering someone like the Exquisite Taoist, going around her would be best. Zombies don’t have great mechanics, besides being impervious to pain, they’re not stronger than humans, and the Daoist Sister could cut them down with one strike...

Does she feel immersed watching this kind of film?

Watched the clawing zombies for a while, feeling the atmosphere brewed enough, Jiang Chen spoke up, "Want to go out with me?"

"No."

Without a bit of hesitation.

Straightforwardly frustrating.

"Not right now."

Jiang Chen explained.

Plainly redundant.

Like she didn’t know.

Daoists aren’t three-year-olds, who goes out in pajamas?

"No."

Still the exact same response, polite, but not excessive.

Even though he never truly became a parent, someone already feels a little like an old father.

Children, it’s better to grow up slowly.

Because once grown, forming self-awareness, they won’t listen.

"Are you sure? Don’t regret it."

Watching the gory screen, Boss Jiang, who hasn’t learned his lesson from a beating, remains expressionless, continuing to act cool.

Tanki Liuli doesn’t answer every question anymore, putting the walnut kernel in her mouth, elegantly ignoring someone.

Too far isn’t respectful, too close isn’t ceremonious.

Spending a long time together, they all lose fascination, like initially meeting on a mountain previously, Boss Jiang found her stunning, deeply shocked, but living under the same roof for so long, he hasn’t installed cameras to spy in her bedroom.

"What a pity."

Boss Jiang looked at the TV, without turning his gaze, lifted his hand, and took out the "envelope" he brought down earlier from his silk pajama pocket, placing it on the coffee table.

"What’s this."

The Exquisite Taoist is indeed guileless.

"The World Martial Arts Tournament."

Comrade Jiang Chen’s voice was ethereal, resting his hand on his leg, poised like a mountain or river.

"The world’s top?"

Tanki Liuli’s gaze fell onto that envelope.

Jiang Chen nodded: