To be honest, Han Jiaren never thought that she could make so much money by trading stocks.

Three million was invested, and it increased eight times at once, turning into 24 million won!

For Han Jiaren, who loves money and lives, this is even happier than the New Year - she jumps and jumps excitedly, and yells like crazy.

She was in a good mood at first, but she followed Song Zhichao's advice this time, so she gave her an extra 300,000 won when she paid back the money.

Three hundred thousand, if it were Han Jiaren, she would not be willing to give up on her life or death.

She is rare to be so generous now, of course she has to listen to Song Zhichao’s praise, but Song Zhichao, this guy - doesn’t count the money!

What the hell is this?

Wouldn’t it be in vain to do my job of giving more money in this way?

This made the stingy Han Jiaren feel very uncomfortable, so she killed her and shot her back and asked Song Zhichao to treat her to dinner.

Humph!

Since you are so ignorant, I will kill you!

Someone said harshly.

...

Inside the tower room—

The atmosphere seemed a little warm.

There were various dishes and beer on the small dining table. Han Jiaren, who had taken off her makeup and changed into a red casual sportswear, tied her hair into a bun, and sat cross-legged at the dining table with beautiful eyes staring at Song Zhichao who was holding the beer in front of her.

After drinking the beer, Han Jiaren spoke: "To be honest, did you do it on purpose?"

"Uh, what does it mean?" Song Zhichao put down the canned beer in his hand.

"You know what it means best--" Han Jiaren pouted, "I didn't expect you to take me to a high-end place to eat. You can just buy some side dishes outside and send me away!"

Song Zhichao glanced at the table full of kimchi and fried rice cakes, "Are you not satisfied with so much?"

"I said you are bored, you're really bored!" Han Jiaren glanced at Song Zhichao like an idiot.

Song Zhichao: "Beauty, you have to save money - this is the valuable knowledge I have learned from you, and now I just put what I have learned into practice."

"Haha, I learned very quickly! I should praise you as a good student!" Han Jiaren didn't use chopsticks, but directly stretched out her two fingers to pick up a piece of fried rice cake and threw it into her mouth.

"To be honest," Han Jiaren wiped her mouth, "You should look too poor. You can get along with Samsung Group. After all, you are a big shot and you are on TV. That would be even more amazing - such a powerful person lives with me, so you can treat you to dinner, and you have to buy something to put in here by silly - to be honest, hehe, do you want to chase me?"

"Ahem!" Song Zhichao choked on the beer, "You guessed it's very accurate. You can go to Sherlock Holmes!"

"Tsk, don't mock me. A woman like Miss, who does not need to be manually processed, is a rare woman in this Republic of Korea..." Han Jiaren began to become narcissistic again.

Fortunately, Song Zhichao had already gotten used to it, otherwise he would have vomited.

Han Jiaren pinched a piece of rice cake and put it beside her mouth, licked it with her bright red tongue, and said to Song Zhichao with a smile, "To be honest, you are actually pretty good, handsome and rich. I think there will be many girls chasing you..."

Song Zhichao laughed but said nothing. He listened to Han Jiaren's nonsense. At the same time, he used his hand to pinch a piece of fried rice cake with his hands, and took a bite, and it was spicy!

"But it's a pity, it's a pity that you are Chinese, otherwise I would really treat you as my boyfriend."

Song Zhichao was slightly stunned, "Why?"

“What’s why?”

"If I am Chinese, can't I be your boyfriend?"

"Yes, it's not possible."

"Why?"

"Because I want to get married when talking about my boyfriend, if you become my boyfriend, then I must marry you. If you want to return to China, I must follow you. But I still have family members at home, and I can't bear to leave them. I can't go back to China with you, so... so you can't become my boyfriend."

Song Zhichao understood that Han Jiaren was a super home lover.

"Since you can't be that kind of friend, then be an ordinary friend." Song Zhichao said with an indifferent smile.

But Han Jiaren suddenly had red eyes, picked up the beer and drank it wildly, then put it down with a snap, splashing out a circle of foam.

"Do you don't like me?"

"Well, why is that? Didn't you say that a girl like you who is not artificially processed but is as beautiful as a flower, is hard to find in Korea - I'm not blind, how could I not like beauty?"

"I'm not talking about the kind of like!" Han Jiaren seemed a little drunk, squinted her eyes and looked at Song Zhichao drunkenly.

Song Zhichao: "You are not drunk, are you?"

"I'm not drunk! I'm sober!"

"Okay, okay, eat food! Eat more food! Come on, it's not good to drink alcohol on an empty stomach!" Song Zhichao picked up food for Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren laughed, "What are you doing this?" She glanced at the dishes on the plate and piled up a lot.

"Let you eat food."

"You are feeding the pigs!"

"Uh, this-"

"Don't you know that beauties pay attention to their figures? They also asked me to eat so much. Do you want me to get fat? Then you have the opportunity to take advantage of..."

"I, I'm wronged!"

"It's weird if you believe me!" Han Jiaren said, but she picked up a piece of tofu and sent it to Song Zhichao's mouth.

Song Zhichao: "What do you do?"

"You eat half."

"Uh--" Song Zhichao bit half of the tofu.

Han Jiaren put the other half into her mouth and ate it, her face full of happiness, but said in her mouth: "What if you get poisoned!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Speechless.

...

In a moment—

The food on the table was quickly gone, and even the ten cans of beer were gone.

Among them, Song Zhichao only drank three cans in total, and the other seven cans were killed by Han Jiaren.

People say that Korean girls can drink it, but Song Zhichao didn't believe it before, but now he believes it. There is also Park In-mi who drank foreign wine last time, but she didn't get drunk even after drinking so much. Once again, it proved that there are a lot of women here.

However, before Song Zhichao could praise Han Jiaren a few more words in his heart, the girl thrust and lay on the ground. Her originally delicate and bright little face was flushed, and the charming little mole on her nose moved playfully, and she didn't know what was muttering in her mouth.

Song Zhichao stood up and wanted to leave. He hesitated for a moment. Looking at Han Jiaren lying on the ground, he finally walked over and patted her on the shoulder, "Hey, are you okay? Do you want me to find you a pair of quilts?"

Han Jiaren muttered: "You go, don't worry! I'm going to sleep, don't take the opportunity to do that - I'm a guy with a boyfriend..."

Song Zhichao: “…”

Han Jiaren continued to mutter: "My boyfriend is so handsome and capable. He has also been on TV... Uh, my boyfriend is..."

Han Jiaren suddenly opened her eyes, stood up, and stared at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao was so uncomfortable that she was staring at him.

Han Jiaren giggled and pointed at Song Zhichao: "Boyfriend?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

"Boyfriend, come, let's kiss!" Han Jiaren suddenly reached out and hugged Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: “…”

Seeing Han Jiaren's delicate red lips stretching towards him, he couldn't help but feel his heart waving, but at this moment—

"vomit--"

Han Jiaren tilted her head and opened her mouth, and vomited it directly on Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: “…”

The original beauty has disappeared!
Chapter completed!