Chapter 100: What I Did for Him

Meng Jiarui was not angry: "I don't have the money to pay you back." "Whoever spends money to find a beating won't be happy.

"There's no money now, it'll be soon." Zhang Tianyue was still worried about the gap between him and Liu Hui: "Liu Hui gave you all the good resources in his hand, don't let him down." ”

"Talking about the business, why are you mentioning him?" Meng Jiarui didn't understand her painstaking efforts: "How much did you pay in advance?" ”

"When the time comes, I will collect it from you, I still have that girl's receipt in my hand, I am not afraid that you will repay the debt, as long as you don't blame me for making my own decisions."

Zhang Tianyue deliberately humbled herself, of course Meng Jiarui understood her kindness. This incident started because of the eldest brother, even if he discussed it with the brokerage company, the money would still be credited to him in the end. Moreover, the company has the company's rules, and if you want money, you have to go through various leadership signatures and procedures, and when it is approved, maybe Aya's mother and daughter will change their minds.

Zhang Tianyue paid for this matter privately, firstly, it was resolved quickly and the big thing was small, and secondly, it did not alarm the company at all. He has always had a good record in the company, and if he considers renewing his contract with the company in the future, being obedient and Anfen is also a bargaining chip for him to negotiate conditions.

Unconsciously, he seemed to owe Zhang Tianyue more and more. Meng Jiarui was a little embarrassed to continue to inquire about Lu Xinran, once he said it, he would be in debt to Zhang Tianyue, would he be able to raise his head in front of her in the future?

"Do you still want to ask Lu Xinran about it?" Zhang Tianyue saw through it at a glance, two inexplicable emotional disputes occurred on him one after another, since he asked about Aya, it was impossible not to be curious about the more serious Lu Xinran incident.

Meng Jiarui nodded and admitted, forget it, if there are more lice, it will not itch, and if there are more debts, it will not be worried.

"Actually, I have to thank Song Guangyu for talking about this matter, it was he who provided the key clues, so that I could solve Lu Xinran."

Listening to her tone, Song Guangyu seems to be a great hero, Meng Jiarui doesn't want to agree: "I am Xingguang's endorsement, and his help is helping himself, I shouldn't need to thank him." ”

Zhang Tianyue was like an old lady who had nothing to do with her own bear child, and smiled helplessly at him: "It's good if you're happy." That's all there is to say, right? She looked at the time, and before she knew it, it was past twelve o'clock, and Cinderella's carriage had turned back into pumpkins, and she was still bitterly accompanying the big star to talk nonsense.

"That's all for now." Meng Jiarui got up: "Don't forget to call me for breakfast tomorrow morning." ”

"Remember, remember! You go back to your room and go to sleep. Zhang Tianyue picked up the fried rice plate and followed him.

Meng Jiarui opened the door for her, and a waiter happened to deliver electric mosquito coils to the guests, so he took the plate in Zhang Tianyue's hand.

Zhang Tianyue stopped Meng Jiarui from closing the door, and pointed to the room floor to the waiter: "Replace the carpet under the coffee table with the largest one." ”

The waiter immediately nodded yes, and Zhang Tianyue added: "Change it after work tomorrow, don't make noise to the guests." ”

The waiter once again solemnly replied and left, Meng Jiarui couldn't help but joke to her: "Don't make noise to the guests, as if you are the person in charge of the hotel." ”

Zhang Tianyue walked straight to the elevator, Meng Jiarui was bored, touched his nose and followed: "What kind of carpet do you want to change?" ”

"Fortunately, you are a demon, and we have to eat and talk at night, so we came up. I didn't see it during the day, but at night, when the lights shone on, the floor tiles on the periphery were reflective. If you wait until tomorrow when the machine comes in and finds out the problem, the action will be big. Zhang Tianyue glanced at him.

"Are you praising me or scolding me?"

"The meaning of offsetting the merits and demerits." Zhang Tianyue pressed the elevator button.

There were no guests moving around during the night and the elevator arrived quickly. Walking into the elevator, Meng Jiarui preemptively pressed the 7th floor where he lived, and then looked at Zhang Tianyue: "How many floors do you live on?" ”

Zhang Tianyue was surprised: "8th floor." How do you know I'm staying in a hotel tonight? ”

Meng Jiarui pressed the 8 button unexpectedly: "I still know a little bit about you." ”

She values her work, but she is afraid of disturbing her family too late, so she will certainly not sleep in the office if she has a ready-made hotel to live in.

"Why are you on the 8th floor and we are on the 7th floor? Since it's all for work, wouldn't it be more convenient to live on the same floor? ”

"The 8th floor is a more controversial floor, some people like it to be homophonic with 'fat', but some people don't like 'seven up and eight down', I don't care, just leave the undisputed room to other guests." Zhang Tianyue explained.

Meng Jiarui pouted: "Are you too humble to the guests of this hotel?" I'm afraid of noisy people, I'm afraid that people don't like the floor, and it's not your hotel, so don't you want to be so thoughtful. ”

Zhang Tianyue smiled and pointed to the inner wall of the elevator. A thin layer of styrofoam is plastered on the inner wall: "Behind this is your poster, you will be able to see it tomorrow." ”

Meng Jiarui glanced at her fingers, and when he thought that this poster might have been posted by her and Song Guangyu, he was not interested: "I have taken more advertising posters." ”

With a ding, the elevator door opened, and Zhang Tianyue walked out: "If you really can't sleep for a while, go to the infirmary and prescribe a diazepam tablet." ”

Zhang Tianyue's worries were not superfluous, Meng Jiarui lay on the bed and tossed and turned without any sleep. He remembers hearing from a fellow actor who had insomnia for a month and then suffered from depression. He didn't know if his restlessness had anything to do with depression.

Suddenly, there was a movement at the door, he suddenly picked up from the bed and rushed over to open the door, and the waiter standing outside the door obviously didn't expect it, so he took a step back in fright and stammered.

"Zhang, Miss Zhang, let me deliver gastrodia water."

Miss Zhang? "You said Zhang Tianyue?" Meng Jiarui's first thought was her.

The waiter nodded, respectfully offered a kettle with both hands: "She asked us to boil you a pot of gastrodia water and send it, and said that it would be placed at the door." ”

Meng Jiarui took the kettle and looked at it: "Tianma water? What is it for? ”

"Gastrodia has the effect of calming the nerves and helping sleep." The waiter explained carefully.

Meng Jiarui had a warm flow in his heart inexplicably, and his internal organs were ironed, but his face was still arrogant: "She can figure it out!" Who will be responsible if something is added to the door? ”

"I just took it, and it definitely didn't go through any other hands!" The waiter thought he was really angry and hurriedly explained.

"Okay, I see, thank you."

His thanks were actually addressed to Zhang Tianyue, although he knew that she couldn't hear it, but he was extremely sincere. She's done so much for him.

Meng Jiarui finally had a good night's sleep, and Zhang Tianyue made three phone calls in a row to wake him up. When he arrived at the restaurant in a daze, Zhang Tianyue had already eaten breakfast and was about to leave.

"Today's coffee is good, it's all provided by Starlight, drink more." Zhang Tianyue recommended it to him with a smile.

Meng Jiarui found a large poster he took for Starlight in the restaurant: "What time do you get up to work?" ”

"Five o'clock." Zhang Tianyue looked at the clock on the wall, it was less than nine o'clock: "I'll go up and check the carpet." When you're done eating, let Huzi send Hu Ting's painting up. ”

"Hu Ting's paintings?" Meng Jiarui suddenly sobered up: "The painting is still at home." ”