Reverse Rebirth 1990

Chapter 1113 1130【What if you are poisoned】on
To be honest, Han Jiaren never thought that he could make so much money trading stocks.

300 million was invested, and it doubled eight times, becoming 400 million won!
For the money-loving Han Jiaren, it was even happier than New Year's Eve—jumping and jumping excitedly, yelling like crazy.

Originally, she was in a good mood. Seeing that she followed Song Zhichao's advice in stock trading this time, she gave an extra 30 won when repaying the money.

30, if it were the usual Han Jiaren, she would be reluctant to live or die.

It's rare for her to be so generous now, so of course she should hear Song Zhichao's praise, but Song Zhichao - he didn't even count the money!
What is this ghost?

Wouldn't my showy operation of giving more money be in vain?

This made the cheapskate Han Jiaren feel very uncomfortable, so he turned around and asked Song Zhichao to treat him to dinner.

hum!

Since you are so ignorant of flattery, this girl will eat you to death!
someone said harshly.

……

In the roof room——
The atmosphere seemed a little cozy.

Various dishes and beer were placed on the small dining table. Han Jiaren, who had removed her make-up and changed into a red casual sportswear, had her hair tied into a bun and sat cross-legged at the dining table in a careless posture, staring at her beautiful eyes. Looking at Song Zhichao, who was enjoying the taste of beer in front of him.

After Han Jiaren had a gulp of beer, she said, "To be honest, did you do it on purpose?"

"Uh, what do you mean?" Song Zhichao put down the can of beer in his hand.

"You know best what it means—" Han Jiaren pouted, "I asked you to treat me, and I didn't expect you to take me to some high-end places to eat. It's better for you, just buy some side dishes outside and just send me away!"

Song Zhichao glanced at the kimchi and fried rice cakes all over the table, "Are you still not satisfied with so many?"

"I said you're boring, you're really boring!" Han Jiaren gave Song Zhichao a look like an idiot.

Song Zhichao: "Beauty, save your money—this is the precious knowledge I learned from you, and now I'm just applying what I've learned."

"Hehe, you're a quick learner! I should praise you for being a good student!" Han Jiaren didn't even use chopsticks, and directly picked up a piece of fried rice cake with two fingers and threw it into her mouth.

"Honestly," Han Jiaren wiped her mouth, "It looks like you are not poor, and you can get along with the Samsung Group. Anyway, you are also a big shot, and you are even more powerful if you are on TV——such a powerful person Live with me, let you treat me to dinner, but you have to buy something to stuff me here——to be honest, hey, do you want to chase me?"

"Ahem!" Song Zhichao choked on the beer, "You guessed right, you can become Sherlock Holmes!"

"Tch, you don't have to mock me. A woman like this lady who doesn't need artificial processing, is naturally beautiful and beautiful, is rare in the Republic of Korea..." Han Jiaren began to love herself again.

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

Han Jiaren held a piece of rice cake and put it to her mouth, licked it with her bright red tongue, and said to Song Zhichao with a smile on her eyes, "Honestly, you are actually pretty good, handsome and rich, I think there will be many Girls chasing you..."

Song Zhichao smiled without saying a word, listening to Han Jiaren's nonsense, at the same time imitating Han Jiaren's example, pinched a piece of fried rice cake with his hands, took a bite, it was spicy!
"But it's a pity, it's a pity that you are Chinese, otherwise I would really regard you as a boyfriend."

Song Zhichao was slightly taken aback, "Why?"

"what why?"

"I'm Chinese, so can't I be your boyfriend?"

"Yes, it is not possible."

"why?"

"Because my boyfriend is going to get married. If you become my boyfriend, then I must marry you. If you want to go back to China, I have to follow you. But I still have family members at home. I can't bear them, I can't go back to China with you, so...so you can't be my boyfriend."

Song Zhichao understood that Han Jiaren is a family lover.

"Since you can't be that kind of friend, let's be an ordinary friend." Song Zhichao said with a nonchalant smile.

Suddenly, Han Jiaren's eyes turned red, he picked up the beer and drank it, then put the beer down with a snap, splashing a circle of foam.

"Do you not like me?"

"Uh, how could it be? Didn't you say that it's hard to find a beautiful girl like you who doesn't need artificial processing in Korea—I'm not blind, how can I not like beautiful women?"

"I'm not talking about that kind of liking!" Han Jiaren seemed a little drunk, squinting at Song Zhichao drunkenly.

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

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

"Okay, okay, let's eat vegetables! Eat more vegetables! Come on, it's not good to drink on an empty stomach!" Song Zhichao brought vegetables to Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren chuckled, "What are you doing?" He glanced at the dishes on the plate, and there were a lot of them.

"Let you eat vegetables."

"You feed the pigs!"

"Uh, this—"

"Don't you know that all beautiful women pay attention to their figure? You let me eat so much, do you want me to get fat, and then you can take advantage of it..."

"I, I am wronged!"

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

Song Zhichao: "What are you doing?"

"You eat half."

"Uh—" Song Zhichao just bit into half of the tofu.

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

Song Zhichao: "..."

Speechless.

……

For a moment—
The food on the table was gone quickly, and there was not even a drop of the ten cans of beer left.

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

People say that Korean girls can drink, but Song Zhichao didn't believe it before, but now he does. Also last time, Park In-mi, who drank foreign wine, drank so much but didn't get drunk, which once again proved that there are a lot of women here.

But before Song Zhichao could praise Han Jiaren a few more words in his heart, the girl plopped and lay on the ground. I don't know what to mutter.

Song Zhichao stood up, wanted to leave, hesitated for a while, looked at Han Jiaren lying on the ground, finally walked over, 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 about it! I'm going to sleep, don't take advantage of it - I have a boyfriend..."

Song Zhichao: "..."

Han Jiaren continued to mutter: "My boyfriend is handsome and talented. He even appeared on TV... Uh, my boyfriend..."

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

Song Zhichao felt uncomfortable being stared at by her.

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

Song Zhichao: "..."

"Boyfriend, come, let's kiss!" Han Jiaren suddenly put his arms around Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao: "..."

Seeing Han Jiaren's charming red lips stretched out towards him, he couldn't help but feel a wave in his heart, but at this moment——
"vomit--"

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

Song Zhichao: "..."

The original charm is gone!

(End of this chapter)