The husband who got married in a flash marriage is actually a billionaire CEO

Chen Anan couldn't believe her eyes, because it passed by in a flash, and she didn't see it clearly.

So she looked over again, preparing to see more clearly this time.

But the car window had been closed, leaving only reflection, and Chen Anan could not see anything.

Because the light turned green, the car accelerated slowly and soon disappeared from sight.

"An'an, what are you looking at? Let's go quickly..." the colleague urged, pulling Chen Anan across the road.

The woman came to her senses and walked forward with her colleagues.

She told herself that she must have seen it wrong just now. Why did Ji Jingsheng appear here and sit in such a luxury car.

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Extended version luxury car

"Boss, at today's design competition briefing, a total of [-] design companies who want to cooperate with JC came. We have set the final selection in a month." The assistant in the front row turned his head slightly and reported on the morning's work.

Ji Jingsheng held his head with one hand, pressed his temples with his fingertips, and leaned lightly on the back of the chair.

"Before the final selection, two-thirds of the people have to be eliminated. I don't have that much time to look at them one by one."

The assistant nodded and said that a preliminary round could be arranged to screen out some of the participating companies.

The car quickly drove downstairs of the company, and Ji Jingsheng was about to get out of the car, when the assistant asked: "Boss, where are you going to eat at noon?"

He knew that Ji Jingsheng would bring his own meals to the company recently, but today he didn't bring anything, so he asked.

Ji Jingsheng then remembered that there was no food for lunch. He thought for a moment and said, "Let's drive to the shopping mall opposite."

There is a restaurant over there in the mall that he also owns. Before he met Chen Anan, he basically ate there as long as he wasn't socializing.

The environment here is beautiful and the decoration style feels like home. It is not suitable to invite customers to eat here, but the environment is still very good to eat by yourself.

Moreover, there is a private room dedicated to Ji Jingsheng, where he can work and rest for a while after dinner.

Lunch was soon ready, and the restaurant manager personally delivered it to Ji Jingsheng.

The man picked up his chopsticks and started eating. He used to think the food here was pretty good, but now for some reason, it always felt like it was lacking some flavor.

"Mr. Ji, don't these suit your taste? How about I ask the kitchen to make them again?" The manager noticed that Ji Jingsheng had no appetite and asked tentatively.

"It's okay, I'm just a little tired." Ji Jingsheng waved his hand. This should be just his problem. Even if he does it again, it will still taste like this.

"If you are tired, eat this noodle. This one is more refreshing..." The manager recommended the restaurant's new noodles. He told Ji Jingsheng that this noodle is very popular here.

When Ji Jingsheng heard about noodles, he had some expectations. He thought of the noodles that Chen Anan cooked for him late at night, and he felt like he had some appetite.

But when he actually ate it, Ji Jingsheng couldn't explain how he felt.

Although this bowl of noodles was gorgeous and made with precious ingredients, when he tasted it, he felt that it lacked some earthy taste.

"Mr. Ji, isn't this to your liking?" The manager asked awkwardly when he saw that Ji Jingsheng just took a bite and didn't move again.

"I don't want to eat it, let them take it away..." Ji Jingsheng said, pushing the bowl out.

There was something else to do in the afternoon, so Ji Jingsheng came out of the restaurant and went directly back to the company.

He was busy all afternoon, held two meetings and drank three cups of coffee. By the time he was done, it was almost dark. Ji Jingsheng had never been so anxious to go home.

If nothing else, Chen Anan had already prepared dinner and was waiting for him at home.

But when the man opened the door, he did not smell the familiar aroma of rice. Instead, there were only dim lights and a woman working hard in the living room, preparing a design draft...