Zheng Zhi is rich, but the furnishings at home are very simple, and Song Jingqiao's room is even more simple to the point that there is only a solid wood bed, not even a bedside table, which is not as good as the 51-night small hotel next to the train station.

But unexpectedly, she slept extra sweetly that night, and was even more energetic when the alarm clock rang at 6 o'clock in the morning.

Song Jingqiao made breakfast as instructed, but when he opened the refrigerator, he saw that he was a good guy, all the ingredients were imported, and the same was more expensive than the same.

Song Jingqiao looked left and right, selected a few famous ingredients, and made two bowls of green onion pot noodles with two eggs.

"It's been a long time since I've had such an unpretentious meal. Zheng Zhi sat down at the table after washing, and before seeing the noodles for the past two nights, he was still looking forward to breakfast.

Song Jingqiao thought to himself that you hadn't eaten Song Miao's cooking, otherwise you would definitely think that this bowl of noodles was more delicious than pearl, jade and white jade soup.

After she quickly finished eating the noodles, she went to the yard to answer the phone, and before going out, she specially asked Zheng Zhihe if it was not to his taste.

Zheng Zhi touched the ring on his hand thoughtfully, neither nodding nor shaking his head.

Song Jingqiao didn't ask again, she owed too much money, the 16 million that Zheng Zhi promised was only enough to repay the bank's debts, her living expenses, and the private loans that appeared from time to time also required her to find another way to find a job to repay, and now she was calling a familiar boss who came to her to finalize the part-time time.

The weather was nice and the cool air in the early morning was refreshing.

Zheng Zhi didn't eat the noodles in front of him, but quietly looked at Song Jingqiao through the window, looked at her thin shoulder blades, looked at her waist that was less than a hand, and looked at her two slender legs hidden under the long skirt......

"Ding—"

The mobile phone vibrate, and it just so happened that at this time, Song Jingqiao also turned around, and his extremely gorgeous face was all exposed to the sun without powder, which was soul-stirring.

Zheng Zhi's brows furrowed, and he curled up his fingers in a little panic, and quickly withdrew his gaze, refusing to look at that face a second time.

He took his phone and glanced at it, and clicked on it with a cold face, "Say." ”

"So cold? Brother Zheng Zhi, I can't wait to call you when I get up early in the morning, is it a little more enthusiastic? You didn't treat people like this before!" The male voice on the other end of the phone was young and energetic, but he quickly became serious after a wave, and he grasped Zheng Zhi's patience extremely accurately.

He cleared his throat, "Don't make a fuss, Zheng Zhi, I heard that my sister went to look for you last night and saw you hooking up with a big beauty?

Zheng Zhi picked up the noodles with chopsticks and looked at them expressionlessly for a while, and then put them down heavily, and then said to Dong Han: "Forcibly stuffing your daughter into the Zheng family, you are not kind enough." ”

Dong Han was also a little embarrassed to mention this stubble, but after all, he didn't do it, even if he was questioned by the party, he didn't have any pressure, so he skipped the topic directly and asked about Song Jingqiao: "But I heard that the big beauty is millet and spicy?"

"Huh?"

Dong Han smacked his lips: "Millet is spicy, you will choke people when you open your mouth, didn't I say you, Brother Zheng Zhi, it's not enough for your own mouth to be so poisonous, do you have to find another poisonous mouth to add a strong buff?

Song Jingqiao was about to come back after making the call, Zheng Zhi pushed the bowl in front of him away, his face was as rigid as ever, "I don't like men." ”

Zheng Zhi hung up the phone.

Dong Han, who was four or five miles away, looked at the mobile phone with a black screen and fell into deep thought.

So it means that if he is hermaphrodite, he will be able to marry himself?

It is really worthy of being sober and fake Zheng Zhi in the world, and this kind of bullshit question can also give a firm answer.

Dong Han shook his head, sent a text message to his assistant, and changed his itinerary.

When Song Jingqiao came back from the call, she saw at a glance that the noodles in Zheng Zhi's bowl had not moved, she raised her eyebrows, and before she could speak, she heard the door behind her being pushed open forcefully, and then, a sweet girl's voice sounded in a high-pitched voice: "Brother Zheng Zhi!"

It's Dong Yao again.

Wake up so early.

Song Jingqiao did not turn around immediately, but looked at Zheng Zhi in advance, Zheng Zhi frowned, and even rolled his eyes slightly, and then looked at Song Jingqiao's eyes expressionlessly, his fingers knocked impatiently on the table, and his whole body was full of irritability and rejection.

This is what it means to make her tiger attack, Song Jingqiao understands it.

Dong Yao went straight to the table when she entered the door, her little face was red delicately, "Brother Zheng Zhi, I'm not here to look for you today, I have something to say to Song Jingqiao, you..."

Before she finished speaking, she saw that Zheng Zhi had breathed a sigh of relief, stood up very neatly, turned her head and walked out of the door, and by the way, she also gave her a gesture of "you are at your own convenience".

Dong Yao: "......" people haven't finished talking yet!

However, she had long been accustomed to Zheng Zhi's coldness, and when he completely disappeared into the courtyard, Dong Yao's little face instantly rose on her toes, turned her head from the bottom up, and swept Song Jingqiao's body up and down with disdain.

Song Jingqiao honestly stood in place and let her look at it, because of her height advantage, the kind expression on her face seemed to Dong Yao like an old mother looking at her ignorant stupid son.

Dong Yao: "...... why? Why does this woman make people so angry just standing here? Could it be that she was a gas tank in her last life, and in this life she went down to earth to vent anger at others?

Although Dong Yao held back her anger, she didn't forget the purpose of coming today, and tried her best to ignore Song Jingqiao's gaze, she said proudly: "I came today to tell you that Brother Zheng Zhi has someone in his heart, that person is called Peng Zerun, don't think that Brother Zheng Zhi will love you if he spoils you now, don't you think! With Peng Zerun here, you can't be Mrs. Zheng in your life!"

"Oh. ”

Song Jingqiao felt that the little girl was quite cute, but if the bowl was not washed, the noodles would stick to it, so she could only nod perfunctorily, expressing her agreement with Dong Yao's statement and expressing her attitude.

"But what I love is Zheng Zhi's money. She used the most sincere tone, "I'm a very superficial person, if you burn too much money, give me 100 million to let me leave him." ”

Dong Yao: "...... Huh?"

It just so happened that Zheng Zhi turned back because he forgot to take the thermos cup, and he planned to quietly take the cup and leave, but Dong Yao quickly grabbed his sleeve.

Dong Yao seemed to have grasped some life-saving straw, and her voice was very anxious: "Brother Zheng Zhi, do you hear? This woman doesn't love you, she only loves your money! And let me give her 100 million!"

Zheng Zhi and Song Jingqiao looked at each other from afar, and once again felt that this woman's ideological consciousness was not ordinarily high, and he was very satisfied, "I also love her honest appearance, and 100 million is not enough, my mental loss fee should also be counted in it, give you a discount, 200 million five million, if you can give, we can break up at any time." ”

“......”

Dong Yao was stunned, her face was wrinkled, her feet retreated unconsciously, and she muttered, "I'm going to tell Uncle Zheng, Uncle Zheng won't agree to you being together", and then stumbled open the door and ran.

The small building was quiet again, and the wind slipped in through the window, blowing the tips of people's hearts and lungs.

Song Jingqiao looked at Dong Yao's distant back outside the door, and said like a mosquito: "Mr. Zheng, is she going to complain to your father?"

"Yes. ”

"That ......"

"Don't be cranky. Zheng Zhi comforted, but before Song Jingqiao could put on a moving posture, he said again: "People are going to die after all." ”

Song Jingqiao: "......" Destroy, it's annoying.