When Zhang Qiao received a call from Song Xingjin, she thought he had something to talk to her about work.
Judging from his tone, he didn't seem to be discussing work. After a moment of silence, Zhang Qiao asked, "Mr. Song, do you want to talk outside?"
Song Xingjin said, "It depends on your convenience."
After saying that, he added, "I'm at the gate of your community."
It’s not even eight o’clock yet, and Zhang Qiao has just gotten up, and she is having a day off today.
She rubbed her hair, hesitated for a moment, and said, "Mr. Song, I need to wash up. Come back in ten minutes."
Zhang Qiao told Song Xingjin the exact location of her home. After hanging up the phone, she hurriedly got out of bed and went to the bathroom to wash up.
I also spent a few minutes applying some makeup cream and lipstick.
After hanging up the phone, Song Xingjin came up. He stood at the door and counted the time. When ten minutes were up, he raised his hand and knocked on the door.
Now that Zhang Qiao lives alone, she has no time to clean up when she is busy with work. The last time Jiang Yining came over, he couldn't bear to see the house cleaned up for her.
Seeing a few pieces of clothes thrown on the sofa, Zhang Qiao originally planned to open the door, but when she caught a glimpse of the clothes on the sofa, she turned back.
After bringing the clothes back to the room, she ran to open the door.
She panted a little and said, "I'm sorry, Mr. Song, I've kept you waiting for so long. Please come in."
Zhang Qiao poured Song Xingjin a glass of water and asked him, "Mr. Song, what's going on? Does the hotel's design need to be revised?"
Seeing her being respectful as if she were treating Party A, Song Xingjin felt a little uncomfortable. He said, "Miss Zhang, I came here today because I have something personal to discuss with you."
Of course Zhang Qiao thought that Song Xingjin was not looking for her for work.
She waited for Song Xingjin to speak.
Song Xingjin looked at her. Perhaps she had stayed up late last night, as she didn't seem to be in a very good mood.
He came early, and Song Xingjin apologized, "Sorry, I should have come later."
He thought for a moment and said, "It's like this, Miss Zhang, I would like you to be my girlfriend."
Zhang Qiao: “…”
She met Song Xingjin's gaze in surprise.
Seeing that she misunderstood, Song Xingjin quickly explained, "It's fake. I just want to ask you for help to deal with my grandma. Of course, I won't let you help in vain."
"After all, everyone's time is valuable. How about this? I'll pay you a 100,000 yuan appearance fee every time I need your help. Is that okay?"
Zhang Qiao opened her mouth in shock, "One hundred thousand?"
Oh my god, sometimes I really want to compete with these rich people. Is their money measured in tens of thousands?
Song Xingjin quickly asked, "Two hundred thousand? Three hundred thousand? Or give me a number."
Zhang Qiao was a relatively rational person. She said seriously, "Mr. Song, I understand how you feel, but I can only cope with it temporarily, not forever. What about the future? What are you going to do?"
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