"Woo woo my five million...... Hiccup......"

At the entrance of the deserted Mid-Mountain Resort Village, under a leafy tree, Song Zhizhi, who was holding half a watermelon and holding a big iron spoon, was about to shed a tear of regret when he took a bite of watermelon.

She's so stupid, really.

I knew that she would go from having nothing to a debt of five million, and if she was killed, she would not have asked her father to share her inheritance.

She just graduated from college a month ago, and her rich father, whom she could only see once during the Chinese New Year, was gone, leaving behind hundreds of billions of assets and nine good children.

Nine children, seven mothers, the old man has not treated himself badly in his life.

Song Zhizhi's mother is the fifth wife of the old man, and she is also the shortest in office.

And Song Zhizhi herself is neither an important eldest daughter nor a favored old man, she has always been a little transparent in the Song family, and she herself is very aware of this fact.

So when Song Zhizhi's sixth sister had five billion working capital and two companies bared her teeth at her, Song Zhizhi himself actually had no waves in his heart.

And the fact is that Song Zhizhi got even less than everyone thought, a million bank cards and a resort in a remote area that was on the verge of bankruptcy.

Song Zhizhi didn't resist at all, and silently signed to take the money and leave.

Then, the trouble that made her bald head came, and she was automatically bound to a plane trading system and started the loan part-time job mode.

Thinking of this, Song Zhizhi dug a big mouthful of watermelon with an iron spoon again, and after eating it angrily:

"If this continues, I won't be able to afford to eat watermelon in the future, so I can only eat myself."

The strange mechanical voice in my head didn't sound.

However, Song Zhizhi knew that it existed.

If it weren't for this guy, she wouldn't be five million in debt just to renovate the resort.

Now that I think about it, sure enough, the tears that flowed at this moment are the water that entered my brain at the beginning.

The watermelon was almost eaten, Song Zhizhi wiped his mouth, looked left and right at the intersection and didn't look like someone would come, and finally had to move the small bench back slowly.

The summer of August was the hot time, but probably because of the mountainous area, Song Zhizhi didn't feel very hot indoors without turning on the air conditioner.

She put the uneaten watermelon in the refrigerator, washed her hands and wiped it clean, and then habitually turned on her phone.

Song Rongrong, the sixth sister in the circle of friends, posted a beautiful selfie, with a foreign castle and handsome guys in the background, and the comments below are all touting Song Rongrong.

Song Zhizhi's little hand moved, and he gave a thumbs up, hehe.

Song Rongrong, who had just opened the latest news on the phone, saw Song Zhizhi's praise and suddenly had a heart attack.

That turtle actually dared to praise her!

Do you know what the joy of showing off is!

At this time, shouldn't that turtle hide in a dark corner and look up at her brilliance, envious and jealous and powerless!

How could you do such a big thing!

This makes her completely lose the sense of accomplishment to show off, okay?!

When Song Rongrong's face was unhappy, Song Zhizhi had happily turned to the next circle of friends.

[Today is also a day of self-cultivation]

The accompanying picture is a Zen room tea table, which looks quite like that.

Of course, if Song Zhizhi didn't know that this product was a gentleman who was keen on attracting cats and dogs, it might be more similar.

However, Song Zhizhi still gave a thumbs up without discrimination.

Anyway, it doesn't cost money to like.

Move on to the next one.

When Song Zhizhi was brushing up on the circle of friends, a young man in cloth was standing under the big tree in the resort, looking at everything in front of him in confusion.

This is, what place?

Zhao Jin held the bamboo tube in his hand, not only tonight and night for a while.

"Anyone?"

Finding that there was no way behind him, Zhao Jin could only walk forward.

The shelves full of colorful goods, the bright and tidy houses, the utensils he had never seen before, none of them appeared in his cognition.

Zhao Jin stood at the door of the small supermarket with the open door, and the confusion in his heart deepened.

"Huh?"

Song Zhizhi, who had just come down from upstairs, saw the young man standing at the door of the small supermarket at a glance.

"Hello, I'm the boss here—"

Song Zhizhi took three steps and walked forward to greet Zhao Jin with two steps, but before he finished speaking, Zhao Jin's face turned red and quickly turned around.

"Don't ignore the indecency, the student didn't mean it, and ask the girl to atone for her sins."

Song Zhizhi: Business smile freeze jpg.

She looked down, she was wearing a light blue sleeveless denim dress, ankle-length, bohemian wood-colored woven slippers on her feet, not missing toes, and only two arms were exposed......

But who makes the customer God?

Song Zhizhi pulled out his sunscreen clothing from behind the cash register, and put it on himself without saying a word, and did not forget to comfort Zhao Jin when he put on the clothes:

"Well, I'm fine."

"You can turn around."

It took Zhao Jin a long time to turn around, and although there was no abnormality on his face, the tips of his ears were red and dripping blood.

"Student Zhao Jin, I really didn't mean to offend the girl today, I wonder if the girl can tell the student where this is?"

There was a small light bulb in Song Wei's head that lit up as soon as it 'ding'.

Just now, I was only concerned about the living person, and I didn't pay attention to the other party's outfit and forgot to confirm my identity.

She looked at Zhao Jin, who was a little cramped, and said with a smile: "My name is Song Zhizhi, this is my home, you say you are a student?" ”

She didn't lie, her three-story villa, a small supermarket on the first floor, a movie entertainment hall on the second floor, and her private territory on the third floor, is indeed her home.

Zhao Jin nodded obediently, he is a scholar, he was admitted to Xiucai when he was sixteen or fourteen years old, and this student still has a high gold content.

Of course, Zhao Jin didn't explain so much to strangers.

It's just very modest that he said that he was an ordinary scholar in the Dajing Dynasty.

Oh, readers.

Song Zhizhi continued to smile innocently and harmlessly at his little brother:

"Dajingchao?"

Zhao Jin nodded, there was nothing to say about the country name, but although he didn't ask, he had a faint guess in his heart.

Whether it was the buildings he saw or Song Zhizhi himself, who was dressed strangely in front of him and had a down-to-earth demeanor and a gentle attitude, it gave him a strange but clear intuition that he might have strayed into another world.

With a guess in his heart, Zhao Jin became more cautious.

"Come on, come on, sit down here and talk."

It's the first time she's seen a living ancient, and she can't even see it in a museum.

"Let's have a glass of water."

Song Zhizhi noticed Zhao Jin's dry lips and poured him a glass of water with a disposable water cup.

Seeing the water, Zhao Jin found that his throat was dry and aching, he was silent, and then thanked him and took the glass of water.

When he was drinking water, Zhao Jin put aside the bamboo tube in his arms, but the round bamboo tube fell off the table with a chirp, and the contents were slowly unfolded in Song Zhizhi's sight.