"Zhao Dong, can you please stop being angry with me? That's 30 million yuan, not 3,000 yuan. Where are you going to get it?"
Sophie didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, "Forget it, let's not talk about it. I will figure out a solution for the money issue. In short, you can settle the house tomorrow and leave the rest alone."
"No matter? Then what should I do?"
Sophie's tone was a little impatient, "Go to work steadily and cook on time!"
Zhao Dong laughed at himself, what kind of boyfriend? It turned out that Miss Su regarded him as a personal servant.
He turned around quickly and said, "Okay!"
Sophie knew she had said something wrong and originally wanted to explain, but she couldn't get the words out of her mouth.
Not long after, the sound of a door closing was heard downstairs.
Sophie stuffed the clothes into her suitcase, still complaining, "Damn guy, you are already upset enough, and you still make trouble for me! You just said a few more words, how can you have such a big temper?"
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At nine o'clock sharp, Zhao Dong arrived at the place on time.
The door opened, and Jiang Ying, who had changed her clothes, strode out.
Seeing Zhao Dong, she was a little stunned and said, "It's quite on time."
Zhao Dong didn't speak immediately, he couldn't stop looking at Jiang Ying. If the other party hadn't spoken first, he would hardly have recognized Jiang Ying.
Wearing yellow high heels, tight black leather pants, and a light red sleeveless blouse, her hair was carefully styled and draped over her shoulders in waves.
Probably to cover the slap marks on her face, she put on heavy makeup and painted her lips bright red.
With the exaggerated pendants under her earlobes, she has a charming temperament and is completely different from the female leader of the HR department she saw during the day.
If you weren't careful, anyone would mistake her for a young lady who often hangs out in nightclubs.
Jiang Ying turned around in a circle, "Can't you recognize me?"
"is a bit."
"Has it changed much?"
"Well, it's much prettier."
Jiang Ying took his arm and said, "You are so sweet! You are wearing high heels. How about you be my driver for one night?"
Zhao Dong nodded in a muffled voice and moved away without leaving any trace.
"Bujie Fengqing, can I still eat you?"
Jiang Ying snorted, took out the car keys and threw them over.
Zhao Dong looked up and saw that Jiang Ying's car was a black Volkswagen Passat, a typical business car.
It's okay for men to do it, but women always feel a bit old-fashioned when they do it.
There was no conversation all the way, and the atmosphere was slightly silent.
Jiang Ying was the first to break the calm, "I thought you wouldn't come today."
"This trouble is related to me, and it doesn't make sense for you to come forward alone."
"Stop pretending to me. I see you are in a bad mood. Did you quarrel with your wife?"
Zhao Dong said nothing, and when he saw the green light turning yellow, his feet suddenly stopped.
Jiang Ying complained, "Are you seeking wealth and killing someone? Why not ask?"
The place where we drank was a clear bar. It didn't have the imaginary crowds of demons dancing around, and the environment was quiet and quite atmospheric.
Zhao Dong was a little surprised that Jiang Ying was a regular customer. As soon as they walked in, they were greeted by the manager.
"Sister Jiang, is it still the same today?"
"As usual, two servings!"
While talking, Jiang Ying led him to sit down in a booth.
Zhao Dong was in a bad mood and did not need Jiang Ying to persuade him to drink.
The two of them chatted one after another, and soon became drunk.