Chapter 187
Half an hour after the phone call, it was getting dark. Nan Yan was taking a shift with the others this week, so she had nothing to do right now, and there were not many customers in the club at this time.
So Nan Yan went back to the dressing room, removed her makeup, washed her face, and finally changed her slightly revealing skirt and put on her own clothes. When she had almost done everything, her cell phone finally rang.
After the call was connected, the person on the other end told her to go downstairs, saying that they had already informed their manager in advance, and that it would not be considered absenteeism and her salary would not be deducted. After hearing this, Nan Yan smiled and went downstairs as promised.
Arriving at the temporary parking space at the intersection downstairs, there was still that familiar and conspicuous black car. The window rolled down, revealing the dignified face inside. Zhong Ling, wearing a white light luxury casual suit, was sitting in the back seat. He must have come directly after get off work, and his computer was placed on the back seat.
He looked no different from a few weeks ago, as elegant and refined as ever, meticulous and clean from head to toe. Then the elegant and handsome man gave her a kind smile through the car window.
"Come on in the car. Don't be nervous. It's just a simple dinner between friends."
This is the first time Zhong Ling has explained it today.
He had never imagined that there would be a day when people would be wary of him, but looking at the reserved and cautious look in the girl's eyes, it seemed that she was not pretending.
It's inexplicably funny. To be honest, there are countless people who want to have a meal with him, no matter if they are men or women, business partners or people who want to have a relationship with him in private life.
But the thing about eye contact is really strange.
The two hadn't seen each other for a few weeks, and he thought he didn't have much memory of this girl. But when she walked towards him carrying the ugly frog canvas bag, he inexplicably felt like he was back in his youth going to school.
After hearing this, Nan Yan stopped hesitating. A small mistake once or twice would not cause any harm and could even add a little fun, but if it happened too often it would seem fake and could easily cause trouble for others.
So she hugged her white cloth bag, held down the hem of her skirt and sat on the back seat of his car, and the driver drove away.
This time, Zhong Ling brought her to a French restaurant in a building in the city center. They booked a private room. The environment and atmosphere in the restaurant were indeed very good.
Just one meal cost her more than half a month's salary, and the most important thing is that she was not even full.
Nan Yan had never eaten a dinner at this price before. She had heard from the sisters in the club that someone was taken to the rooftop of a building in the city center for dinner by some wealthy businessman, but this kind of thing probably only existed in the mouths of those young sisters.
She thought the cost of their club was already high, but the prices of these high-end restaurants were not much lower. The food tasted good, but she didn't find anything special in it. Perhaps the higher-end the restaurant, the more it matters for the atmosphere and the taste.
Nan Yan turned her head and looked outside the glass. This building had very urban architectural features. Looking down from the high building, she could see the hustle and bustle of the city center and the lights of thousands of homes after dusk. It felt like she was overlooking the entire city.
Then Nan Yan was once again certain that most of the people who came here to consume were successful people like him or the first generation of rich people, and ordinary people really couldn't afford it.
Nan Yan was shocked tonight and ate quietly. There was dessert after the meal, which tasted very good and not greasy at all, but a little small.
She felt that she was not full, and she estimated that the man opposite her was just like her, a man who could finish her two big buns for breakfast. The dishes she ordered were obviously not enough to fill his stomach.
However, we don't come here just for the food.
Seeing that the time was almost up, Zhong Ling took a sip of red wine and began to speak. His voice was as gentle as ever, with a smile on his face, "Miss Wen, I can lend you the money, but I need you to agree to one condition."
Nan Yan pursed her lips and looked at him. She could probably guess what the conditions he was talking about were. However, after hearing this, her expression quickly turned ugly, and her eyes became a little strange. She looked at the other party, hesitating and hurriedly explaining,
"Mr. Zhong, I don't want to be anyone's mistress, and I don't sell my body. Really, I don't do...those things."
Zhong Ling was stunned for a moment, and after realizing what she meant, he lowered his head and couldn't help but chuckle. He leaned back, showing a very relaxed attitude, and then asked her with a smile, "Do I look so improper?"
He was just joking, but he didn't expect the girl opposite him to raise her head and look at him straight.
The look in her eyes was somewhat hesitant, yet also contained a hint of unnaturalness, and she also told him, "You can know a person's face but not his heart."
These words made the smile on Zhong Ling's face more obvious.
Perhaps it was because he had always seen her gentle and soft side, and he had always thought that she was quite timid. But now it seemed that she was not as timid as he had imagined. A timid girl would not have the courage to say such words to him.
Zhong Ling shook his head, his expression still gentle, "Okay, what you said is right, it makes sense, it's a good thing for girls to know how to protect themselves, that's good."
He paused for a moment, raised his hand to pick up the red wine on the table and took a sip, then continued, "However, I came to you today because I do want your help with something."
He put down his glass and suddenly took out a document that looked like a contract or an agreement from the seat beside him and handed it to me. "I want to sign a contract with you. I just returned to China recently and may have to attend some parties for work. I need a beautiful and decent female companion. I hope you can help me with this."
"Also, I hope you can play along with me, pretend to be my girlfriend, and help me deal with some simple things. The deadline is not yet determined. If you agree, I will pay you 50,000 yuan a month, and I will not do anything you don't want or be too intimate with you. There are also other bonuses, and there should be no upper limit. Are you willing?"
The moment Nan Yan received the contract, she was stunned for a moment. After she came to her senses, she saw the signed agreement on the contract, the personal seal at the bottom, and the words he had just said, which made her feel unbelievably disorientated.
So Nan Yan subconsciously showed an expression of surprise and doubt, then raised her head and looked at the young man opposite her with a strange look in her eyes, "Mr. Zhong, do you have a lot of money?"
Too much to spend?
It was such a good thing, she was paid 50,000 yuan a month, and all she had to do was accompanying him to some parties and pretending to be his girlfriend to deal with some simple things. No matter how you look at it, she was getting a great deal!
Zhong Ling couldn't help laughing after hearing this. His handsome face seemed to be filtered through a soft light. It was obvious that he was in a very good mood today. He smiled and said,
"Not bad, not too little. It should be much more than you think. What do you think? Are you willing to agree?"
"Oh, there is one more thing. When our contract ends, the 100,000 you borrowed will be regarded as your bonus after the mission is completed. You don't need to pay it back."
After hearing this, Nan Yan knew that this man probably had too much money to spend.
If Nan Yan wasn't afraid of ruining her character, she would have wanted to rush over and call him "Dad Zhong" in a very emotional voice!
This guy is simply throwing money around.
It's so easy for her to make money.
Hearing the other party ask again, Nan Yan couldn't help but smile. This time, Zhong Ling could see what it looked like when this girl smiled sincerely. Even her eyebrows were curved into two shallow crescents, gentle and sweet.
"I agree, Mr. Zhong, you are such a good man! Don't worry, I will definitely follow your request and try my best to be the girlfriend you need. I will be there whenever you call and will not cause you any trouble."
Zhong Ling couldn't help but laugh when he heard her tone which was much more sincere than usual. He also guessed that she would agree because it was indeed a good job, at least it would be much easier than her current job at the club.
However, thinking about working at the club, Zhong Ling frowned slightly, then raised his eyes and saw the other party's happy expression, his brows relaxed slightly, and continued, "There is one more thing, I hope you need to pay attention to, during the period when you pretend to be my girlfriend, the work at the club can be suspended for a period of time, and after the contract ends, it doesn't matter if you go to work again."
Nan Yan was a little surprised, but she soon understood. Given this man's status, if he really had a girlfriend, how could he let her work in such a mixed place?
Ultimately, it's the possessiveness that's at work.
So she stopped worrying and quickly nodded in agreement, smiling and saying to the other party, "I will do it, Mr. Zhong. I will explain it to the manager when I go back tonight."
In fact, it can be easily seen from this point. It is obvious that Zhong Ling in his previous life probably really didn't care about her at all. Otherwise, it is impossible that he didn't even ask her to suspend her work in the club. The other party didn't even ask any more questions. How could such a Zhong Ling fall in love with Wen Nanyan?
Therefore, after both parties reached unified requirements and conditions, Nan Yan finally signed her name on the contract.
The handwriting is clear and delicate, very similar to her.
After seeing her sign her name, Zhong Ling handed her a bank card and said there was $500,000 in it. Part of it was the money she wanted to borrow, and the rest was for her to buy some clothes, jewelry, etc. If it was not enough, she could ask him for more.
After this series of operations, Nan Yan suddenly had the illusion that she was being kept by a wealthy sponsor.
Hmm...how should I put it?
Although it’s not nice to say this, this kind of life of being “kept” like a salted fish is really quite happy.
After the two finished talking about these things, Zhong Ling's gaze fell on the girl opposite him again, and he looked at her slowly.
She was wearing a light purple chiffon dress today with long, soft ribbons tied around the cuffs, which made her wrists look slender, white and soft. Her nails were not painted with any color, but their pink color exuded a healthy aura. Her hair was softly scattered behind her shoulders, and she looked indescribably clean and gentle.
Zhong Ling didn't have any other thoughts, he just felt that such a girl deserved a little help from him, but as he looked at her, he suddenly remembered something and asked her,
"Do you have a boyfriend? If so, you need to tell him clearly in advance, otherwise if you bump into him, it will easily cause some unnecessary trouble."
Nan Yan pursed her lips, then shook her head and chuckled, "No, Mr. Zhong, don't worry, I won't cause you any trouble."
Zhong Ling seemed to be relieved, but looking at her expression, he felt that something was wrong, so he asked again, "Have you ever been in love?"
"Hmm?" Nan Yan couldn't help but look at him. Perhaps she didn't quite understand why he would ask such private questions. There was some confusion in her eyes. However, thinking of the contract they had just signed, she hesitated, shook her head and said:
"No, but I've watched a lot of TV dramas and I know what a girlfriend should do. Mr. Zhong, please rest assured that I won't let you down."
Zhong Ling felt helpless after hearing this official attitude.
She probably gave this explanation because she was worried that he would reject her because of her lack of experience, but they had already signed the contract, and although she didn't have to pay anything for breach of contract, Zhong Ling didn't mean to abandon her. Instead, he thought it was a good thing.
Zhong Ling shook his head, with a bit of amusement and helplessness on his face, "It's not what you think. I don't mean to reject you, but do you know?"
"The way you look at me now is like the way the employees in the company look at me, respectful, not like love, but more like an employee serving the boss. This kind of unfamiliar attitude is not the norm between couples. It's easy for us to be exposed like this."
Nan Yan's expression froze after hearing this, and her two thin, soft eyebrows slightly wrinkled. She looked up at Zhong Ling, seemingly unaware that there was something wrong with her.
Maybe I don’t understand yet.
Zhong Ling then asked her, "Have you ever had someone you liked?"
Nan Yan was slightly startled, and a hint of embarrassment suddenly flashed across her eyes, as if she was a little uncomfortable. Then she lowered her head and said softly, "This... I'm not too sure."
Zhong Ling frowned unconsciously after hearing this. Is there anything unclear about this matter? Aren't emotions like liking and disliking very obvious?
But he didn't ask about this matter in detail, after all, it was personal privacy.
Zhong Ling let out a light breath and saw her lowering her head with a slightly embarrassed look on her face. He didn't know if she was overwhelmed by his consecutive questions, but she looked listless.
He shook his head, not taking what happened just now to heart, smiled and asked again, "Then what is the thing you want most and care about the most in your heart? You can't be unaware of it this time, right?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan's eyes lit up, and she said without hesitation, "House! I want to buy a small house of my own, preferably one that's closer to the city center so that transportation is convenient."
This is really a very simple and unpretentious little wish.
Zhong Ling shook his head in amusement, but after he finished laughing, he looked at the other person's eyes that were slightly bright and full of joy, and then he slowly calmed down his expression. He waved to Nan Yan, "Come over here."
Nan Yan went over as she was told, but her face still showed a respectful attitude, like a diligent employee reporting in her work.
Zhong Ling frowned. This was obviously not okay. What couple would want her to do this? There was no trace of love or care in her eyes.
She looked like an employee with the reserved attitude when reporting work to him. Although she was smiling, she didn't look like a couple at all. No one would believe her if she continued like this, and she wouldn't be able to fool Xiaoxiao.
So Zhong Ling softened his expression, thought for a moment, and then said to Nan Yan, "Try to imagine me as the thing you like the most and want the most. Your eyes need to change a little. You can't be so...businesslike. I should be your boyfriend, not your boss. Don't look at me with such overly respectful eyes."
Hearing this, Nan Yan showed a somewhat distressed expression on her face. Then she looked at the person in front of her and, as he said, imagined him as her own mobile piggy bank.
But maybe because she had never been in love, Nan Yan in front of him could never get into that state.
Zhong Ling looked at her confused look and felt helpless. Finally, he simply said:
"Forget it, come here and hold me and try?"
Hearing this, Nan Yan's eyes clearly showed a hint of hesitation, but when she turned her head and looked at the document on the table, she no longer hesitated when she thought about how much money it was.
Nan Yan walked straight over and was about to reach out to hug him, but her feet slipped and her body fell directly on his chest. The collision was quite heavy, and the cold and hard belt buckle on his waist hurt her waist.
Nan Yan hissed softly and was about to get up. She pressed her fingers on his legs and tried to prop herself up, but someone gently held her shoulders down, "Wait, don't move."
Nan Yan looked up at the person after hearing this.
"Well, what's wrong?"
When she raised her head, her forehead just brushed against his chin. Her soft hair fell on his chest, and her eyes seemed to be misty because of the pain.
Nan Yan tilted her head and looked at him with a little confusion.
Then I heard the other person's clear and gentle voice, and a slightly satisfied smile on that dignified and handsome face, "Well... that's about it, you can be more casual with me, treat me as your boyfriend, couples are like this, even though it's just pretend, but these details can't be ignored casually, remember?"
He really instructed her in a very strict manner, without any unnecessary emotions or distracting thoughts in his eyes.
Nan Yan pursed her lips, and then couldn't help but smile, "I understand, Mr. Zhong."
As soon as she finished speaking, the person opposite her frowned again, shook his head and said to her, "No, Mr. Zhong, you can't call me that. It's too unfamiliar. Change someone else."
Nan Yan also felt that it was not good, but she did it on purpose.
However, after hearing what he said, she still lowered her head and thought for a while, then raised her head and smiled softly at him, "Then can I call you Zhong Ling?"
Zhong Ling nodded, with no expression on his face. His face looked quite gentle under the reflection of the light. "Well... OK, but we can get closer once in a while."
This made Nan Yan hesitate again, and then asked, "Mr. Zhong... um, Zhong Ling, do you have a nickname that is more approachable?"
After asking, the man opposite was obviously silent for a moment. He looked like he didn't like his nickname very much, and his brows knitted slightly.
“Yes, but I don’t like that name very much.”
But Nan Yan was obviously very interested, and her bright eyes just looked at him quietly. Zhong Ling didn't think she was the kind of person who would make fun of others. He was silent for a moment, glanced at her again, and then said in his gentle and deep voice,
"My name is...Xiao Ai."
"I usually don't tell anyone my name, so forget it. Just call me Zhong Ling. Don't worry about the rest."
When Nan Yan heard him say the word "Xiao Ai", she obviously couldn't help herself.
She was originally pursing her lips, but in the end she laughed so hard that her head dropped, and her whole body trembled slightly in his arms. Her hair slid into the collar through the seams of her shirt, making her hair itchy. Finally, Nan Yan calmed down a little.
But with a smile on his face, he said,
"Okay, I understand, Xiao Ai."
After she finished speaking, she was glanced at by the big money sponsor. The look in her eyes was light and floating, probably reminding her to be more restrained.
Nan Yan couldn't help but curl the corners of her lips.
When Nan Yan finished laughing, she felt her neck a little sore, because the other person was sitting on a chair. She had been lying in his arms with her head down, but because she wanted to talk, she had to look up at him. It was very tiring to hold him in this position for a long time.
Nan Yan put her hands on his legs and tried to stand up, pressing her palms against his thighs. Even through the fabric, Zhong Ling could feel the soft touch on his legs.
The hand was slender, warm, and soft, a strange touch he had never experienced before, like a thin electric current running through it, a feeling he did not dislike.
Perhaps it's because the other party has been restraining himself all the time, maintaining a sense of propriety with a slight gap between the two of them, which makes people feel good about them.
When Zhong Ling lowered his head, he met Nan Yan's eyes. Perhaps because he had been supporting himself for too long, his neck felt a little sore, so he subconsciously raised his head.
He lowered his head and glanced, and saw that the neckline of the other person's skirt was low, and because of the tilted posture, there was a slight gap. He could vaguely see the light purple lace wrapped around the snow-white skin inside. As her breathing rose and fell, the slightly bulging curve at the neckline also became faintly visible.
At this moment, she was still looking up, while Zhong Ling was lowering his head.
The hidden scene became clearer.
She didn't seem to notice the situation, but moved her neck and asked him uncomfortably, "Mr. Zhong, my neck is sore. I almost understand the specific operation procedures. I will pay more attention in the future. Can I get up now?"
Perhaps out of habit, she subconsciously adopted her work attitude and called him Mr. Zhong.
But Zhong Ling didn't notice it this time. No one knew what he suddenly thought of. His eyes changed slightly, and he subconsciously pushed the person away for a distance. Even the originally relaxed expression on his face became more restrained.
"Yes...sure."
Nan Yan then got up from him, slightly adjusted her skirt and loose hair, and seemed to have no idea what had just happened.
Seeing this, Zhong Ling picked up the red wine on the table and took a sip to disguise himself. He saw Nan Yan sitting back in her seat, still touching the bank card in her hand, with an unstoppable smile of joy between her brows.
Seeing her unawareness, Zhong Ling seemed relieved. He felt that he was a little strange, so he took another sip of red wine and casually changed the subject, "By the way, how old are you this year?"
How old are you?
Upon hearing this, Nan Yan suddenly looked at him with frustration, as if blaming him for asking a girl's age without permission.
But considering that he was her big money sponsor and gave her enough money, Nan Yan said without blinking, "Sixteen."
Zhong Ling coughed slightly and almost coughed out the wine he had drunk. Fortunately, he had always had good table manners. After calming down, his gaze fell on Nan Yan's face again, and his disbelief was obvious.
No normal person would believe it.
With such a young face, no one would doubt that she is a high school student. How could she be the same age as him?
He also knew that this person was most likely lying.
But Zhong Ling was not angry. He smiled and looked at her again, then continued, "Tell the truth."
Nan Yan thought for a moment and then said, "I'm fourteen."
"Really?" Zhong Ling still didn't believe it. His eyebrows moved slightly, as if he found the man's lies very interesting. He said,
"If you don't tell the truth, you will be fined."
After hearing this, Nan Yan's fingers holding the bank card tightened noticeably, and a look of annoyance appeared on her face.
After hesitating for a moment, she said, "Then don't tell the truth to the managers of the club. I'm ten years old this year, and the club pays commissions based on years of service. The older I am and the more experience I have, the less likely others will bully me and deduct my commission."
Zhong Ling laughed when he heard this. He had actually guessed it. Such a young girl, no older than ten years old, why would she choose to do this job?
Looking at her quiet and docile appearance, Zhong Ling suppressed the curiosity in his heart. He felt that he shouldn't have so many doubts and curiosity about a work partner. This was not a good thing.
However, looking at the gentle expression on the girl's face while she was eating snacks, he always felt that a girl with such a calm temperament should not be mixed up with the nightlife of the nightclub.
She is like a quietly blooming lily, quiet and full of pure aura, and should not be contaminated or disturbed by those complicated things.
Not sure if he was thinking too deeply, Zhong Ling asked casually, "At your age, you should still be in school. Why don't you go to school? This way you will at least have a better working environment in the future, which will be good for you too."
Zhong Ling thought to himself that he was just comforting her as a passer-by, and this was not out of curiosity.
Nan Yan paused her hand movements, her eyelashes drooped slightly, and her long and thick eyelashes covered the expression in her eyes.
Zhong Ling looked at her and felt that this girl suddenly revealed a sense of loneliness from head to toe. Perhaps she had some unspeakable difficulties. This made him think of the scene when he saw her under the street light that day.
She is obviously a young girl in her prime and full of vigor, but she exudes such loneliness and desolation.
The whole person seemed to have lost her luster, and the noise and bustle of work had faded away, making her seem like she was covered by a layer of hazy mist, as if she was so out of tune with everything around her.
But she was obviously still very young, six years younger than him.
In his impression, such a girl should be on campus, holding a book and a cup of milk tea in her hands, being held in the arms of a gentle and considerate boyfriend, and the two of them should live a nostalgic and happy campus life.
After a while, Zhong Ling finally heard her voice. She said to him in a calm and gentle tone, "Mr. Zhong, actually, I ran away from my hometown secretly."
"My family didn't allow me to go to school. They forced me to get married after I finished high school. They wanted to force me to marry a young man with a broken leg for a dowry of 100,000 yuan. The young man was a well-known hooligan in the town. He had some violent tendencies and loved to fight! I refused and ran away."
Nan Yan took another bite of the dessert, and the sweetness slowly spread in her mouth, which made her mood much calmer. She looked at him with a faint smile in her eyes, "When I first arrived in Lingcheng, I only had a thousand yuan on me."
"Because I was too young, many job opportunities refused to hire me, so I slept in the station's reception for two days."
The way she speaks is slow and gentle, making it easy for people to feel like they are there.
"I'm not afraid of being laughed at by Mr. Zhong. At that time, I was so anxious that I wanted to cry as I watched the money in my pocket dwindle day by day. I also wanted to rummage through the trash cans at the station and pick up bottles to sell. Later, I had no choice but to work at the club under the introduction of Sister Zhou."
As she spoke, the smile on her face became much gentler, and the look she gave him was calm and gentle. Her fair face seemed to be covered with a layer of faint light under the light. "But I'm not that unlucky. I have saved some money now, and I plan to take the self-study exam. Once I pass, I can change jobs, and then I won't have to work in the club anymore."
As Zhong Ling listened, all his mind and attention were attracted by what the other party said, and his eyes slowly fell on the girl in front of him.
His brows wrinkled unconsciously, perhaps because it was hard to imagine that in this age of abundance and nothing being scarce, there were still people who would sneak away from home because of pressure from their families.
I never thought that just for 100,000 yuan, they would force their own daughter to marry a gangster with a broken leg. What kind of family is this?
He had indeed heard similar news in newspapers or on the Internet, but he always felt that such things were far away from him. Now when he heard the girl in front of him say it with his own ears, he felt inexplicably uncomfortable.
This discomfort contains many complex emotions.
What can one hundred thousand do?
Zhong Ling thought silently, maybe the money was not enough to hold a party. The necklace he casually gave to Xiaoxiao cost more than that, not to mention other things.
But the girl in front of me was almost sold by her own parents because of this little money.
Zhong Ling is really hard to understand. Maybe it's because the world he lives in is too beautiful. He never needs to worry about money. He doesn't understand that in this world, there is a girl younger than him who works so hard to save money... She wears the cheapest clothes, carries a canvas bag with no brand name, and has nothing. However, in the chaotic and complicated club, she can still hold the bottom line and live a stable and satisfying life.
It's really hard to disrespect a girl like this.
Zhong Ling let out a breath.
But after listening to what she said, he still felt disappointed and found it difficult to calm down.
Perhaps it is because the more beautiful the people and things are, the more touching the stories hidden behind them are.
Especially knowing how beautiful she is, even after going through all the ups and downs, she was still able to maintain her original heart in the chaotic situation, this precious beauty is even more impressive.
Zhong Ling looked over quietly. He seemed to understand a little at this moment. No wonder she was so young, but her words always had a calm meaning.
Maybe for her, the things he had confided to her in the past, the emotional troubles and problems, compared to what this girl had experienced...
It's nothing at all.
Zhong Ling lowered his head and smiled, with an unspeakable emotion in his heart. He looked up at the girl opposite him who was eating dessert, taking small bites and not wasting any food.
He was willing to give her money to help her, not for any strange reason, but simply because he wanted to do so. After all, sometimes the money donated at charity dinners was millions, so helping her was nothing.
However, this kind of help without any reason is more like alms, which is inevitably hurtful to people's self-esteem. He knows that the girl in front of him is a self-respecting and self-reliant girl, otherwise she should be living a different life now.
If Nan Yan knew what he was thinking at the moment, she would definitely want to tell him that her self-esteem was not that strong and it didn't matter if she got hurt a little, so please give her some alms, and don't hesitate to give her some alms.
She really doesn't mind at all!
However, Mr. Zhong did not have the ability to read her mind, so he could not see what she was thinking.
Zhong Ling is now thinking that maybe he can increase her salary in the future. After all, it is not easy to stay with him.
But those things can be discussed later.
After thinking about those things, Zhong Ling suppressed the emotions that were spreading in his heart, looked up at the other party, and asked, "Are you free tomorrow at noon?"
Nan Yan also raised her eyes and looked at him. Her face returned to its usual calm and gentle expression, as if the things she had just said were all unimportant trifles.
She nodded to him, with a little smile in her eyes, "Mr. Zhong, you don't have to be so polite. I am always free to accompany you."
Zhong Ling also laughed, "Well, that's good. You don't have to be so polite to me. Don't forget what I said before. A friend has a birthday tomorrow and I need to go and attend to it."
Nan Yan was slightly startled, and then naturally agreed. She had not thought that she would be working on the job so soon.
But thinking of the friends in the private room that day, Nan Yan hesitated for a moment, then asked cautiously, "Okay, then Mr. Zhong, should I dress more formally or casually tomorrow? Do you need me to bring some gifts? And if your friends have seen me working in the club, should I..."
Before she finished her words, Zhong Ling smiled at her. If they were not too far away, he might have wanted to reach out and pat her on the head. "No, don't be so nervous. It's just an ordinary gathering among friends. They should be going out to have fun, so you can just dress casually. If there is anything else you need, I will prepare it for you."
Hearing this, Nan Yan's eyebrows curved. Perhaps because the other party's attitude was too gentle, she couldn't help but reveal a smile at the corner of her mouth, "Okay, I understand, thank you, Mr. Zhong..."
"Oh, no, it should be Brother Xiao Ai."
Zhong Ling: “…”
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