Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1088 1105 [Straight Man Song Zhichao] Part [-]
For some reason, Han Jiaren was dressed extremely gorgeously tonight. To be precise, she was dressed too fashionable, almost like a bar girl.

I don't know if the hair was dyed, or wearing a wig, it turned golden yellow, and the big wavy blonde hair was scattered behind her head; look at her face again, with heavy light red eye shadow and lips painted in a charming purple , the gorgeous heavy makeup made her face extremely charming.

Compared to wearing heavy makeup, Han Jiaren's dress was also extremely abrupt.On such a cold day, she was only wearing a dazzling blue dress, her slender white legs were bare, a pair of light yellow socks with white lace, and white flat-heeled casual shoes, making her look like It's a big change, if Song Zhichao is not familiar with her, he probably wouldn't recognize her from such a distance.

Seeing Han Jiaren's appearance, Song Zhichao couldn't help scratching his head, wondering why this girl was dressed so hotly.

"Hey, you are well-off now, so you don't recognize me as your father, do you? Don't think about who paid for your education in the past. It is harder to ask you for some money now than to be a genius!" Song Zhichao looked at Han Jiaren At that time, the middle-aged man began to yell at Han Jiaren, and his words became more and more vulgar and ugly.

Song Zhichao soon understood that this man was probably Han Jiaren's legendary father who ran away due to loan sharks. The last time Han Jiaren was chased for debt was the fault of this old guy.

Now, the old guy didn't know where to find out where Han Jiaren lived, and because he lost all his money in gambling, he ran over to ask his daughter for money.

Han Jiaren didn't run a bank, and besides, she already helped him repay a sum of money last time, so she really didn't want to help him any more.

The old guy caught his daughter and scolded her, and started to dig through Han Jiaren's satchel.

Seeing that the father and daughter were arguing on the street, and their voices were getting louder, Song Zhichao couldn't care less about watching the commotion, so he stepped forward and breathed out alcohol and said, "You two, talk about it, it's very annoying for you to make such a fuss. It is easy to affect the neighbors!"

Han Jiaren's father was startled when he heard a voice suddenly, and when he looked back at Song Zhichao, he thought he was just a drunk, so he yelled, "Go away if you drink too much horse urine! We, father and daughter, have something to discuss!" After that, he reached out to grab Han Jiaren's satchel, "You said you have no money, let me see it!"

"Let go! Let go!" Han Jiaren didn't expect Song Zhichao to appear suddenly, and when he was surprised, his father beat him to the punch.

"Ha, you still say you have no money? This is not money, what is it?" Han Jiaren's father opened the satchel, saw a wad of banknotes, and immediately grabbed it and held it in his hand.

"This is my signing bonus, you can't take it away!"

"Go away! What do you mean you can't take it away? Even you were born by me, so what if I take a little money from you!" Han Jiaren's father took the money away, and pushed Han Jiaren away who rushed over.

Just when Han Jiaren's father took the money and wanted to run away, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Oh, it hurts! Let go! Let go!" Han Jiaren's father bared his teeth in pain, and then he saw clearly that another person appeared at some point, a tall and burly man, who at first sight was not a good person.

Needless to say, this person is Quan Wulie, Song Zhichao's personal driver and bodyguard.

"Wu Lie, let go!" Song Zhichao didn't have time to meddle in other people's family affairs, and Quan Wulie probably saw this person insulting him just now, so he made the move.

When Quan Wulie heard this, he snorted coldly and let go.

Han Jiaren took the opportunity to step forward, snatched the stack of banknotes, and said to her father, "You are not qualified to be my father! You gamble badly, you are inhuman! You gamble with my mother's doctor's money, and you gamble with my tuition fees! What qualifications do you have to be my father?"

Han Jiaren's father was severely scolded by his daughter. He wanted to refute, but he couldn't make sense. In addition, he was also afraid that Song Zhichao would do something again, so he immediately became a little timid, so he pointed to Han Jiaren's nose and said, "You are so good! You are so good, even I am afraid Dare to bully—unfilial daughter, let me see how you will be struck by lightning in the future..." After speaking, she turned around angrily, and left in a huff.

……

Song Zhichao understood the matter, and was about to turn around when he saw Han Jiaren squatting on the ground and crying loudly and desolately.

"Master President..." Quan Wulie looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao waved to him: "Go back and rest, I'll take care of it here!"

Quan Wulie then respectfully bowed to Song Zhichao. He also knew some of the "ambiguity" and "entanglement" between President Song and this little beauty, and he knew that he had better avoid it at this time.

Seeing Quan Wulie leave, Song Zhichao squatted down, looked at Han Jiaren who was crying bitterly, took out a snow-white tissue from his pocket, handed it over and said, "Don't cry, wipe it off, your makeup is all crying gone."

Han Jiaren took the tissue and wiped it vigorously while crying, and soon the tissue would be useless.

"Is there any tissue left?" Han Jiaren asked crying.

Helpless, Song Zhichao had no choice but to hand over all the tissues in his pocket.

After crying for a while, Han Jiaren seemed to be in a slightly better mood. She raised her head, looked at Song Zhichao with red eyes and asked, "Am I embarrassing?"

Song Zhichao glanced at her and nodded.

"Your eye shadow is completely worn out, like a panda; and your lips, uh, purple lipstick is all over your nose..."

Han Jiaren: "..."

With a groan, he hurriedly covered his face.

Hate!annoying!How could you show your ugliest side in front of this guy?
Han Jiaren wanted to die.

In fact, she didn't even know why she cared about this so much, especially in front of Song Zhichao——didn't she hate him very much?
Song Zhichao: "But why are you wearing such heavy makeup? It doesn't suit you. And your hair..."

Before Song Zhichao could finish speaking, Han Jiaren stretched out her hand, took off the golden wig, and said, "Today I went to the audition, and the director said that my image is very good, and he is going to give me a role, which belongs to the sexy type, let's go." The Marilyn Monroe route…”

Song Zhichao frowned: "Are you sure this director is a good director?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you are a good director, you should understand that your temperament and face are most suitable for the pure route, not the sexy route..."

"Director Park won't lie to me. He said that this role has a lot of room for development, and that my acting skills are great. He asked me to try to dress like this, and I will go to the crew for an official audition tomorrow-by the way, he also gave me the money." My signing bonus is more than 200 million!" Han Jiaren said arrogantly with her pretty face up.

"More than 200 million? Uh, you mean you can pay me back?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

I didn't expect Song Zhichao's style of painting to change so quickly. How could he suddenly become a debt-seeking nuisance from a caring big brother just now?
"This money...I can't give it to you yet."

"why?"

"Because the money is not necessarily mine. For example, if I fail the audition tomorrow, the money will be refunded."

"Didn't you say that the director was good?"

"The problem is that I don't have much confidence in my acting skills."

"Didn't you just say that your acting skills are great?"

Han Jiaren: "..."

Suddenly staring, he said to Song Zhichao: "You are really annoying, do you know that?!"

Song Zhichao touched his nose: "Really? I really don't know."

Han Jiaren: "..."

I feel that my thinking and Song Zhichao are not on the same channel at all.

He didn't want to talk to Song Zhichao anymore, so he got up directly, turned around and walked towards the house angrily.

Song Zhichao also stood up and followed.

Han Jiaren: "Don't follow me!"

Song Zhichao: "I didn't want to talk to you, the problem is that I live here too."

Han Jiaren: "..."

Nose is crooked.

Song Zhichao immediately added another sentence: "As for the money you owe me..."

thump!
Suddenly Han Jiaren ran faster than a rabbit!

(End of this chapter)