The Domineering Boss is Addicted to the Convict novel Chapter 204

After all, when he met that person back then, it was right in this small town.

Except when he asked her about it, it seemed that he had overthought this.

“You’re not her,” he said casually. She was not that person.

What? Doubt flashed through Ling Yiran’s eyes.

At this time, the boss of the restaurant served up the dishes. Gu Lichen said, “Alright, let’s eat. Want to have some wine?”

Ling Yiran recalled her experience of being drunk in front of Yi Jinli and swiftly shook her head. “No need. I’ll just have a regular drink.”

Thus, Gu Lichen got the boss to bring two bottles of beverage over.

“You’re not drinking wine either?” She raised her eyebrows.

“I’ll be driving later, so I won’t drink,” he said.

Her expression darkened suddenly as she thought of that car crash that got her to be sentenced. The charge was for drunk driving, but she had not drunk anything that day at all!

“That’s right. You had a car crash back then because you drove drunk, right?” His voice suddenly sounded. “Is that why you found a job sweeping at the Sanitation Service Center?”

“At least I still have a job to do,” Ling Yiran said self-deprecatingly.

“Do you want me to go say hi over at the Sanitation Service Center and get them to arrange a more easygoing position for you?”

“No need.” Ling Yiran refused. After all, a favor from this Master Gu was not that good to take.

Gu Lichen furrowed his eyebrows slightly. It was the first time he had been rejected like this. If it was not because she looked like the girl from his memories, he would not have opened his mouth and offered to help her change her job.

Ling Yiran lowered her head to eat the rice in her bowl. Even when her head was down, she could still sense his gaze occasionally falling on her as if he was checking something.

Ling Yiran felt surprised yet again. She did not think that Gu Lichen would actually like to listen to old songs like this.

Moreover, this song had even been set to play on loop.

Hence, only this song played endlessly in the car.

Ling Yiran unconsciously remembered that she had once really like listening to this song and even knew how to sing it.

Because this song was in Cantonese, in order to sing this song well, she had made sure every Cantonese word was being enunciated properly.

During that period of time, she had been at her grandmother’s. Was it perhaps her happiest years?

While the song continued to play, Ling Yiran’s eyelids unconsciously drooped. Sleepiness slowly engulfed her.