“Is there such a rule? It seems that the smell of money is really not good.”
“Having said that, do you still think it’s necessary to go? If you don’t want to, don’t be embarrassed.”
Just as Jiang Qin was about to speak, he suddenly saw a milk tea straw handed to his mouth. He turned around and saw Feng Nanshu with a cold face, holding up a milk tea cup for him to drink.
The sun shone from the sky, illuminating her beautiful eyes and slender curled eyelashes, making her look charming.
Jiang Qin took a sip and said, “Mr. He, I definitely want to go to this party.”
He Yijun hummed: “Okay then, I’ll wait for you in the lobby of Longkai International Hotel at seven o’clock tomorrow afternoon. You’d better wear a suit and tie.”
“Understood, Jeju Wu Yanzu, Long Kai is open for business!”
He Yijun was a little confused: “What is chicken porridge without eyes?”
Jiang Qin laughed twice: “You heard him wrong, Mr. He. What I just said was a professional term in economics. To be honest, I am studying in the study room now. Because the final is coming, I plan to take a light test.” No. 1 in all majors.”
“You are indeed a learning star. Then you can study, I won’t disturb you anymore.”
Jiang Qin waited for the other party to hang up, then put his phone into his pocket, looked at the bright morning sun and yawned.
The warm sun in winter has a unique sense of comfort, and it is gentle and warm on the body.
The little rich woman sat obediently next to her, with a cold face, like a top-notch white and rich beauty that made people feel distant, and then handed her milk tea every minute.
“I won’t drink it. It’s too sweet.”
“drink.”
Jiang Qin took a deep breath and bit down the straw.
Seeing this scene, the little rich woman couldn’t help but feel stupid, and the breath in her mouth turned into wisps of white mist.
“Wen Hui, stop knocking, the water is overflowing…”
“Oh, I’m sorry, I can’t help but knock it off. Jiang Qin said it’s called dog food brain.”
“…”
At the same time, in the office on the top floor of Wanzhong Mall, He Yijun put down the phone, feeling a lot of confusion in his heart.
You can’t ask for business cards, read more and talk less. What’s the good of this meaningless social interaction?
Jiang Qin is still willing to go?
Did he really do it to smell it?