The cleaning lady waved her hand and nimbly left, concealing her merit and fame.
dark place.
Brother Hua instructed his underlings: "Have a friendly conversation with that person."
"Yes." The younger brother went over.
Qian Bin had just struggled out of the trash can when he was met with two slaps to the face.
"ah."
"who?!"
He couldn't even see the person coming, so he covered his eyes.
Fists rained down.
"Ah, ah, ah, ah."
A moment later, passersby saw a man lying on the ground. "Tsk tsk tsk, such good sleep quality, he falls asleep as soon as his head hits the pillow."
When Jiang Yunzhi returned to the private room.
Lin Xiaoyu pinched her cheek, "Why did you take so long?"
Jiang Yunzhi smiled lazily, "Collecting garbage."
Lin Xiaoyu: "Oh, it's Xiao Jiang, the kind-hearted citizen."
Fang Xinyu called out, "Come on, let's sing."
"God of Wealth, come quickly! My front door is for you..."
The songs Jiang Yunzhi chose all suited her tastes perfectly. When she returned to the villa, she found that her voice was a little hoarse.
"The God of Wealth has come to my door... I'll love you even if it means death!"
Chen, the housekeeper, was engrossed in watching the male and female leads kiss on a certain orange-colored app when he was interrupted by a devilish song.
"Madam, you're back."
"Here, have a glass of water to soothe your throat, stop singing."
Jiang Yunzhi noticed that Butler Chen was being unusually considerate today. Turning her head, she saw Butler Chen silently putting on his earplugs, "..."
She continued humming a song as she went upstairs.
At his desk, Yan Wenjing paused slightly as he typed on the keyboard, then looked up.
Jiang Yunzhi: "What's wrong? Did I disturb you?"
Yan Wenjing remained calm and said indifferently, "Go wash up and go to bed early."
After taking a shower, Jiang Yunzhi smiled and said, "Xiaoyu and Xinyu both praised my singing and told me to sing at home."
"Mr. Yan, would you like me to sing you a lullaby tonight?"
"..."
Yan Wenjing's brow twitched, but he smiled and said, "No need."
"I'm not a child."
Jiang Yunzhi hesitated for a few seconds, then straightened up again, "Then sing for me."
Yan Wenjing leaned back slightly. "That's a separate price."
All right.
Jiang Yunzhi turned her head, picked up the tablet, and started drawing.
A deep, pleasant male voice came through intermittently, giving instructions in French.
After a while.
My phone received a WeChat message notification.
Yan Wenjing opened WeChat.
Jiang Yunzhi sent a red envelope.
He opened the red envelope.
Two hundred yuan.
What a big red envelope!
Jiang Yunzhi: [Cat peeking out.jpg]
Jiang Yunzhi: [Take this and spend it, I don't have any more~]
Yan Wenjing slowly raised an eyebrow.
Except for Chinese New Year when elders give red envelopes, no one actually gives Yan Wenjing a red envelope.
After all, money is the last thing he lacks.
The man tapped his fingers lightly on the screen, typing "how to respond to a red envelope in the most pleasing way" into the search bar.
His deep gaze swept over the lines of answers.
The most popular phrases are "Thank you, boss!" and "May the boss be generous and bring you great wealth!"
Over there, Jiang Yunzhi rested her chin on one hand while swiping away on the tablet with the other.
A quick glance out of the corner of my eye, and I abruptly stopped.
The interface remained stuck in the dialog box with Yan Wenjing.
At this moment, another message appeared.
—Yan Wenjing: [Thank you, boss.]
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