Chapter 337 Where did the clothes go?
Quietly and cautiously, she said, "Okay, then about today's matter..."
"I won't tell my older sister about what happened today. We'll see how you behave when you go back to the old house. You don't need to see me off. You should pay more attention to the people outside the window. Even though it's the second floor, it's not safe."
As she went downstairs and was about to leave, Anzhen turned back and reminded her, "Remember what Fourth Sister said today." "Yes, I know."
With the door closed, An Jing finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Remembering what Anzhen had just said, she suddenly realized what she had said and rushed upstairs.
As soon as I went upstairs, I saw Leng Yanluo climbing in through the guest room window.
An Jing was startled: "Teacher Luo, you really hid outside the window? That's too dangerous!"
Leng Yanluo's lips curled slightly: "Air conditioner outdoor units are good things, but your fourth sister is indeed no ordinary person."
"I told you long ago, my fourth sister is terrifying." Even though Anzhen was gone, Anjing was still shaken.
“What your sister said makes sense,” Leng Yanluo said calmly.
Anjing turned to look at him and teased, "Huh? Is Teacher Luo admitting that he had ulterior motives?"
Leng Yanluo was taken aback, then shook his head innocently: "Absolutely not. How could I be like those men? I'm so pure and honest. I'm a teacher, what bad intentions could I have? I'm just a simple working man who's short of money. There aren't many people with such a clean mind like me anymore."
Quiet:"?"
She was thoroughly amused: "Teacher Luo, I never realized you were so narcissistic!"
Leng Yanluo's tone remained as calm as ever: "It's not narcissism, it's just being realistic."
An Jing said helplessly, "Alright, alright, you're being honest. Then please tell me honestly, Teacher Luo, where did all the clothes that were in this cabinet go?"
Anjing said, opening the wardrobe door: "Teacher Luo, if my fourth sister hadn't just opened the wardrobe door, I wouldn't have known the clothes were gone."
Faced with the quiet inquiry, Leng Yanluo remained remarkably calm, replying casually, "Oh, those clothes, I threw them all away."
"Throw it away??" An Jing instinctively raised her voice: "Where...where did you throw it?"
Leng Yanluo said in a serious tone, "I threw it down at the recycling point, An'an. You don't need to thank me. It's what I should do. Sigh, if I hadn't been quick-witted, we would have been exposed when your sister came over today. Otherwise, you can't tell your sister that you bought all those designer men's clothes on a whim, can you?"
He then tentatively asked, "An'an, but I'm a little curious, who did you buy all these clothes for? Don't you not have a boyfriend?"
An Jing paused slightly, then remained silent.
She had picked out those clothes one by one with great excitement, and she had even imagined what it would look like if that bastard Yan Su wore them.
Now that it's been thrown away like this, she doesn't feel bad about the money she spent, but she does feel a little lost...
At first she was indeed a little angry, but now she thought about it again and realized that she had always wanted to break up with Yan Su. She had never been able to throw away these clothes for various reasons, and now that they had been thrown away by chance, it was fine.
This will perfectly sever any last vestige of her affection!
Taking a deep breath, she waved her hand and said, "You don't need to worry about who bought it for. But if you're going to throw it away, then so be it. It was just a waste to keep it anyway."
Leng Yanluo looked at her expression and, after confirming that she was indeed not angry, breathed a sigh of relief.
So it seems that the owner of the clothes isn't that important to her.
His mood brightened, and his tone became much lighter: "How much were those clothes? I'll compensate you. After all, they were thrown away without your permission. Just deduct it from my salary."
Quietly, her depressed mood came and went quickly. She said indifferently, "No need, no need. It's just a few clothes, not worth much money. Teacher Luo should save up to buy a house and get married."
She yawned as she spoke, "I've been busy all day, I'm going back to my room to rest. Teacher Luo, please make yourself at home."
Okay, good afternoon.
She waved quietly and left, completely unaware of the tenderness in the man's eyes behind her.
...
After talking to An Jing, Kong Wange has been preparing for the hospital's pharmaceutical event for the past two days.
After school, she visited Wen Zhihan and had just returned to her room to wash her hands when her phone vibrated.
She took it out and saw a WeChat transfer message from Murong Ting: "5200000 Please receive payment."
Kong Wange: "?"
She paused for a moment, then carefully counted the zeros at the end. After confirming it was five million two hundred thousand, she became quite unsettled.
Taking a deep breath, she quickly typed to Murong Ting: 【Why did you suddenly transfer so much money to me?】
Murong Ting seemed to be watching his phone closely, and quickly replied after seeing the message: [You earned the money yourself, who else would I transfer it to if not you?]
"[I earned this myself?]" Kong Wange was taken aback and realized, "[This is a profit share from the anti-aging cream? Didn't we agree that this profit would be used to offset the money you paid to help me redeem the TCM clinic? Why did you transfer it directly to me?]"
"Wanwan, just accept it." Murong Ting across from her smiled slightly, half-jokingly saying, "If you don't accept it, wouldn't it make me, as your husband, seem useless? Everyone online is saying you make a living by cleaning toilets and collecting bottles."
Kong Wange: [...]
She cleared her throat and replied, "You're so free, why do you browse our college forum?"
[I didn't just go shopping, I even helped you curse Wen Xiaoxiao out.]
Kong Wange was shocked: [Really? Which account do you use?]
[I won't tell you, but I can't let you see me swearing, it's so ungentlemanly. Don't hesitate, just take the money.]
【Isn't this a bit too much money?】 Kong Wange looked at the number and quickly sent another message before he could reply: 【It's been less than a month since the product was launched, right? And this amount…】
That's a bit too suggestive.
On the other end of the phone, Murong Ting coughed lightly and replied: "Wanwan, don't doubt your abilities. You did earn this much; I just rounded down the decimals to make it an even number."
Given Wen Yue's contract and her uncle Wen Zhihan's illness, Kong Wange genuinely needed money, so she didn't hesitate and accepted the payment.
Then, she typed, somewhat jokingly: "Mr. Ting, next time you send money to a girl, don't use WeChat. Please use bank transfer directly. Girls are very reserved; it's too much trouble for them to accept payments."
Murong Ting replied with three fist-clasped emojis: 【Learned something, learned something.】
After thinking for a moment, he asked again, "Wanwan, have you been tired lately?"
Kong Wange flipped through the medical book beside her as she replied, "Not tired."
This time, the other person didn't type anything, but replied with a voice message.
Kong Wange pressed play, and the man's deep voice sounded: "Wanwan, aren't you tired? You've been running through my head all day."
Kong Wange doubted her ears and couldn't help but click play again, only to hear the disgusting voice message again.
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