We Are Meant To Be

Chapter 135 It's Just in Time

James just said, "well." How did he know what to take with him on a business trip? When had he bothered about such trifles?

But what did that "well" mean? Christy didn't understand, but she couldn't ask. That would be rude of her.

Christy had no choice but to say to herself, "Let's take these with us. We can buy anything we need wherever we go." Anyway, now life everywhere was convenient, as long as you had enough RMB on your body, you did not have to worry about useless. It was just that James was very demanding, and she'll have to pay more attention.

It always had been. Anyway, James had someone to take care of his life. James just needed to do his job and ran his career. Of course, this was just a normal situation. If he met a few special people, he was willing to take the time and effort to live.

James said nothing more, but as she made things ready for him, he walked out and said, "Hurry up, I want breakfast."

During this period, Christy found that he still attached great importance to life, especially in the aspect of eating breakfast, and he would use it regularly and quantitatively every day. Because he always needed social intercourse for dinner, which seemed to be lively, but he ate very little.

"Okay," Christy responded. Let him go first. She must be able to clean up the place as quickly as possible, soon they would have to go on a business trip together, and he did not want others to clean up. She could not let the place all these days dirty.

Fortunately, she had cleaned and changed her clothes at home, and it was much quicker.

James had finished his breakfast and was about to get up when she quickly packed up and went downstairs. James thought, why did that woman put things off so much? She was too late for breakfast.

But watching her struggling to carry a large suitcase, James felt helpless. Could she be sure that her mind was all right? Couldn't Christy ask the bodyguards or the servants here to hold it for her? Why did she have to push herself so hard?

That work should be done by the servants. If Christy had done it, how could others live?

James was more convinced that society needed a deep division of labor. Everyone should do what they should do, and it would be kind not to rob others to do it.

Looking at her now, James did not want to speak, just stared at her with a look of disgust.

Christy saw his eyes. As soon as she got downstairs, what she noticed most was his eyes. But what could she say?

She had no choice but to let him do whatever he disliked or did. She had to follow her heart and do what she wanted.

"Secretary Zhong, why do you carry the heavy box yourself?" After Seeing this, Qi Lin hurried over to her and put it at the door, softly saying, " The driver just called and said that he had arrived at the gate of the community and would be there in two minutes."

Christy smiled and said, "Sorry, I was a little slow, but I'm still in time."

It would be even worse to send someone upstairs to hurry her up again.

Qi Lin said, "It's ok. The driver came here ten minutes early. Do you want to have breakfast? There's still time." When he had finished, he felt a little uncomfortable, so he looked at James again. "Mr. Feng, do you want to start right away?"

James had to make up his mind about everything. No one else could make decisions for him on anything. It was something that each of them had to pay attention to.

James shook his head and said faintly, "Hurry up, leave in five minutes."

Christy always had a simple breakfast. A glass of milk with an egg or bread was enough. Five minutes was enough.

"Okay," Christy said, and she hurried to the table and sat down. She picked up the milk and bread and ate it quickly. She had developed the ability to eat very fast in recent years. As she took her last sip of milk, she stood up and said to James, "I'm finished. Mr. Feng."

James didn't say anything. He just got up from the sofa and walked out.

Christy turned quickly to follow. This time, of course, she didn't have to carry the box herself, but someone else did.

Christy got in the car. She wanted to know what this trip was all about. But Christy was afraid to ask. She didn't know how to ask. She could only stare at him out of the corner of her eye. But James, who seemed to can read her mind, broke into a voice and asked her coldly, "Ask what you like! No skulking."

How could he say that? What's she dodging? It was obvious that she did not dare to ask him directly.

But she did not dare to ask directly, which meant dodge. As long as she did not dare to express her intention directly, it would naturally give people some of those feelings.

But how can that be so easy to admit? Christy blurted out, "No, I just want to know what we're going to do on this business trip."

As for that, he really ought to have talked to her about it. After all, the trip was about her.

But even if he did, he couldn't say it all. James glanced at Christy, and he said, "The revised drawing you did has been approved by the client. We're here to focus on that."

This was great! Christy's heart flew as if she had been drinking a cold soda in June. She looked at James excitedly. "Mr. Feng, can you show me what my painting looks like now? Did you use it on anything?" Although Christy had heard James mention that her picture had been approved by the guest. Christy had never expected that it would soon become a reality. It was amazing.

James said softly, "You open the back handbag."

Christy quickly fetched her laptop bag, opened the door, and waited excitedly for it to open completely.NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

Seeing that the computer was nearly open, James took it, opened the folder, and called in a picture. "That's it. It's a custom-made ring."

What opened was a 3D picture showing the product from different angles, which looked so exquisite and beautiful, with the diamonds shining brightly.

Any woman would be moved by seeing such a fine diamond.

"That's beautiful. Is it for weddings?" Christy was full of admiration. Of course, she didn't mean her small contribution to the design, but the ring itself. A diamond, perhaps, would shine with a little work.