When Qing'er saw him, she stopped and looked at him expressionlessly.

The young man walked beside her and stopped, and his voice was clear and pleasant: "Sir, please come over." ”

Qing'er said lightly: "Got it." ”

The boy walked in front, Qing'er followed, and the two walked one after the other towards a nearby exquisite house.

The two entered through the back door, and Ruth, who knew Ruth well, entered the back house.

Before I arrived, I heard a burst of voices pinching my voice, this house is the residence of Jiang Sang, a popular male girl in Liyuan.

Although he is a singer and the most humble profession, no one in Shanghai looks down on him, but respects him very much. Jiang Sang's grandfather was a high-ranking official in the late Qing Dynasty, and his father was in business, so he should have inherited his son's business, but he only had a soft spot for singing.

The Jiang family has a strong background, Jiang Sang has to sing, and he can't stop it, and Jiang's father can only go with him. only let him sing while taking the business.

Jiang's father is old, and he has long since retired and traveled everywhere. In addition to singing, Jiang Sang has also made his business very prosperous. The well-known opera gardens in Shanghai are all opened by him, and there are not a few ready-to-wear stores and rouge shops. In short, it's a capable person with a withdrawn and eccentric personality.

The young man's name is Jin Zhi, and he is the successor that Jiang Sang has raised by his side since he was a child, and he will take over from him in the future.

Jin Zhi led Qing'er to the door of the main bedroom and said, "Mr. is inside." ”

Qing'er nodded yes and walked in alone.

The room is burning with the fragrance of pear blossoms, faint and very good. The room is elegantly furnished, and there is a set of Mu Guiying's costumes hanging next to the wardrobe, which is red and glamorous, but not worldly.

Jiang Sang is feminine, a pair of peach blossom eyes are the most provocative, with long hair and a jade crown.

Seeing Qing'er coming, Jiang Sang walked to the table and drank a cup of tea, and then looked at her: "What do you say?" ”

Qing'er's heart in her chest was beating a little fast, and she said softly: "Miss Jiang only said that I should go back and wait for her news, and she will reply to me in three days." ”

Jiang Sang's eyebrows furrowed slightly: "Didn't hire you directly?" ”

Qing'er said: "Miss Jiang thinks my monthly salary is ......."

Jiang Sang raised his eyebrows, as if he had heard something incredible, and sneered: "There is such a strange thing." ”

Qing'er was worried in her heart, and she didn't show it on her face, but she said aggrievedly: "Is it because I didn't do well enough?" Why did the gentleman send me to Miss Jiang? ”

Jiang Sang said: "You have been working in 'Tsing Yi' for many years, and you are the pillar of 'Tsing Yi'. Naturally, I was going to send the best to her. ”

Qing'er's heart tightened, and her face couldn't hide her embarrassment. She smiled bitterly: "I see, Qing'er understands." ”

Jiang Sang didn't look at her, pinched the long needle and stroked the incense on the table: "Okay, stand down." ”

Although Qing'er was unwilling, she still nodded honestly and retreated.

When she walked out of Sang Jiang's bedroom, she couldn't help but look back at the closed door behind her.

Jiang Qiuman's appearance appeared in her mind, and she had to admit that she was indeed very beautiful, with an outstanding temperament, and her eyes were always bent when she spoke, which was very attractive.

But she has been with Sang Jiang since she was sixteen years old, and now she is two years old, which is six years. But she still couldn't resist a woman who was born out of nowhere, her hand hidden under her sleeve tightened, and she finally left in disappointment.

That night, Jiang's Mansion ushered in another uninvited guest.

Only this time, it was Jiang Sang who personally went to the gate to greet him.

When Shen Yu got off the latest classic car, Jiang Sang was already leaning at the door, holding his hands on his chest, looking at him with a pair of peach blossom eyes that seemed to be smiling.