He flicked the papers in his hand gently with his fingers and handed them to Qian Qianqian.
"The cost of repairing the car will be compensated according to the price."
The corner of his lips curled up, and he smiled seductively.
Qian Qianqian was stunned and suddenly realized something.
His eyes glanced at the pieces of paper in Shi Jing's hand, and his teeth itched with hatred.
If the devil hadn't thrown her off the car so blackheartedly, she would have been so angry that she smashed his mount.
Capitalists are capitalists, and they are profiteers whose hearts are so evil that even bleaching powder cannot wash them away.
But even though she thought so in her heart, she did in fact smash his car. If she didn't pay compensation and got into trouble with the police, she would also suffer a loss.
Who knows if this profiteer will collude with government officials and businessmen in the yamen.
She pursed her lips with extreme reluctance, and took the bill from Shi Jing's hand, and opened her hand to Shi Jing with a cheerful expression, saying: "Just pay it, give me your bank card number, and I'll wire the money to you when I get back."
you."
Seeing her speaking so easily, an imperceptible cunning flashed across the corner of Shi Jing's eyes.
Her thin lips curled up slightly, "I'll ask the secretary to leave it to you."
After saying that, what made Qian Qianqian's hair stand on end was that Shi Jing patted her shoulder with a comforting look on her face, "Take care."
Take care of yourself?
Qian Qianqian was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Shi Jing's sudden words meant, and didn't make any further guesses.
"Then can I go?"
"Okay, I won't send it away."
He returned to the sofa and sat down, his slender fingers casually tapping on the armrests of the sofa, with a faint smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.
Qian Qianqian glanced at him sideways, with a frown at the corner of his mouth, and thought to himself: Who wants you to give it to me? I don't think my life is too long.
Quietly making a face at him, she turned around and was about to leave, but accidentally caught a glimpse of the series of numbers on the receipt.
The number of zeros on it made her dizzy.
An uneasiness flashed through her heart, and she shuddered suddenly. Thinking of Shi Jing's sinister and weird smile just now, and the words "take care" he said to her, she trembled inexplicably.
I wiped my eyes in disbelief, looked at the receipt carefully, and even counted the zeros on it carefully.
six.
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Six zeros? Two.
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Two million!!!!
Qian Qianqian's eyes widened suddenly, and the donation box he was holding in his hands fell heavily to the ground, and a dull sound sounded in the luxurious office paved with plush carpets.
Shi Jing did not turn his head, but slightly curled up the corner of his mouth, and saw an unharmonious shadow in front of him.
At this time, Qian Qianqian had already rushed in front of him as quickly as possible.
"Shi... Mr. Shi."
Qian Qianqian's voice was trembling, and she even swallowed violently out of fear.
But when Shi Jing looked at her pretending to be confused, he smiled faintly and said, "Miss Qian, is there anything else?"
"Uh-huh!"
The pair of dark starry eyes stared at the mirror, looking as if death was imminent.
"Oh? What's the matter?"
"Mr. Shi, this...this receipt..."
With a grimace, she handed the largest receipt in her hand to Shi Jing.
"What happened to this receipt?"
He took the receipt innocently and confusedly, raised his eyebrows and asked.
Qian Qian took a deep breath, showed a dog-legged smile to Shi Jing again, squatted down in front of the sofa where Shi Jing was sitting, and smiled flatteringly.