life pawn game

Chapter 90

Jia Zhengfu, whom Xia Qiu placed high hopes on, disappointed Xia Qiu.

Jia Zhengfu failed to collect all the points during the weekend, so there was only one pawn, an old woman from a big family in Nange City.

Xia Qiu is basically determined to go to Nange University after the college entrance examination.

The little secretary is busy making arrangements in advance these days. Because of the large number of tasks related to Nange City, the old lady who joined later was able to achieve the goal faster than Jia Zhengfu.

"What she wants to change is youth?" Xia Qiu was surprised.

For those old rich people with a lot of assets, youth is probably the most useless thing, and life span and hidden commodity health are what they need.

Just like a bag, you must first satisfy the functions of putting your mobile phone, wallet, comb, mirror, lipstick, perfume..., and then have a good texture, at least not to be broken in your hand, and then talk about the beauty and majesty of the appearance Or cute.

Youth always comes last.

"How old is she?" Xia Qiu asked Wen Nairong.

"82." The little secretary replied, she knew what Xia Qiu was surprised, and gave her own answer, "There are always weird people."

At the age of 82, it is very strange to want youth instead of longevity and health.

Probably what kind of obsession with youth.

It's like putting a woman and a plastic villain in front of an otaku and asking him to choose, and the otaku will often give a very surprising choice.

When you see an old woman, just ask and you will understand.

The essence of gossip is the acquisition of information, which is an important condition for human beings to form a large community. Of course, Xia Qiu also has the heart of gossip.

He is not interested in those irrelevant gossip about how old his brother is, how tall he is, and how long he is. He prefers those thick, hidden, solemn gossip about personal destiny and spirit.

When buying pawns with money, he always likes to ask how the other party got to this situation.

After getting off Jiang Ruoying's car, she walked into the hotel overlooking the river and reached the top floor. Xia Qiu waited for the old lady's arrival.

This hotel is owned by the Jiang family, and Jiang Feihong donated the top three floors to the club as a hospitality venue.

He originally wanted to give away the whole building, but Wen Nairong thought it was too high-profile, so she refused.

If a hotel that is a landmark of the city suddenly closes its doors, the residents will look at it curiously all day long, which is not conducive to the club's concealment.

Jiang Ruoying went to lure the old lady, Xia Qiu sat on the sofa in front of the huge French windows, the lights on the riverside were dim, and the cruise ships in Jiangxin were mostly brightly lit to entertain tourists.

On the opposite bank, the lights of the amphitheater were turned off, and the silver shell looked very gray against the light on the water surface, without any glimmer of daylight.

He waved to the little secretary and asked her to sit beside him.

Wen Nairong approached him and stood behind him.

The girl ignored his hint, so he said directly: "Pour me a glass of wine and sit beside me."

The little secretary took a bottle of transparent wine from the wine cabinet next to it, and handed it to Xia Qiu.

"Is this asking me to have sex after drinking?" Xia Qiu looked at the wine, pretending to be surprised.

The little secretary didn't answer, and reached out to take back the bottle of wine.

Xia Qiu put the wine bottle on the sofa: "Wine is not important, just sit here with me."

He just saw the large floor-to-ceiling windows that often appear in film and television dramas, and wanted to imitate them. He took a glass of dark red wine, shook his head, and sighed that the human beings below were as small as ants.

Compared with this impromptu scene performance, he was more interested in the petite body of the girl on the first floor.

Wen Nairong's answer was straightforward: "It's not within the service scope."

"A secretary who sticks to the rules has no future."

"Not in service."

"We've kissed each other, why can't we just hug each other?"

"Not in service."

"Then I'll go find Zhuang Yuqian."

"Shall I call her over for you?" Wen Nairong took out her phone, as if she could really help.

This little secretary is so difficult!

"Forget it, it's important."

Xia Qiu stood up, walked to the main seat in the living room and sat down.

Wen Nairong stood behind him.

The girl looked at the juvenile's bushy short black hair.Although she has a good impression of the boy, it doesn't mean that she will become a slave of love and a captive of the boy.

She admitted that she rejected the boy unnaturally and deliberately, in order to maintain her pride, her self-esteem, and her spirit.

She thought of when she was in junior high school, there was a pair of childhood sweethearts in the class who had a good relationship.

The classmates in the class felt that they would be together, and they often teased the thin-skinned bamboo horse. The bamboo horse blushed and refused to admit it. He said again and again that he didn't like Qingmei, and under the instigation of the bad guys, he went to tease Qingmei to prove himself.

Later, Qingmei and the boy from the next class got on good terms.The bamboo horse had a fight with the boy and cried fiercely.

Wen Nairong thought that her current state might be very similar to that bamboo horse.For some unknown brain mechanism, teenagers and girls in adolescence are always reluctant to admit their feelings.

She moved her gaze down to see the boy's powerful neck.

Xia Qiu is different from that Qingmei, she shouldn't need to worry about suddenly looking back, Peach Blossom is still laughing at Chunfeng's drama.

Xia Qiu doesn't know where people's faces go, but only counts people's faces one by one.

Needless to say, Yiyiyi and Zhuang Yuqian, Jiang Ruoying has no sign now, but if there is no accident, she will definitely sit in the boy's arms. There are already three of them. She doesn't know about the others, who will come in the future. How many.

Her eyes on the back of the boy's neck became dangerous.

The girl thought about how likely she was to succeed in sneaking up on the boy from behind, subduing the boy, and coercing him into saying that he would not be nice to other women.

The answer is zero.

Then there is no way.

I can only comfort myself, since family and friendship never end together, why should love be one-on-one? Is there any mathematical proof?Old custom in history?

To say that it is not good to cause jealousy, isn't there often jealousy among relatives and friends?

Her gaze softened.

The lights on the river outside the glass windows are colorful, constantly changing, and full of prosperity.

Xia Qiu touched the back of her neck, and her stiff body relaxed.

With his pawn senses on, he was thinking about what kind of shocking form he would use to face the old woman who still had to use a lot, when he suddenly felt that the concept in Wen Nairong's body behind him changed.

The soaring "murderous aura" was so conspicuous, Xia Qiu felt his neck prick, and the girl seemed to be thinking of cutting the back of his neck.

Unexpectedly, the most sickly and jealous person is not the villainous and seductive Zhuang Yuqian on the surface, but the cute and short Wen Nairong!

The murderous intent gradually subsided, Xia Qiu reflected, what did he do to make the little secretary so jealous that he wanted to kill him?

He just sits here very normally!
A girl's mind is so difficult to guess, even if Xia Qiu has a pawn sense, she can't figure it out in detail.

The doorbell rang, and Jiang Ruoying brought tonight's pawn over.

Xia Qiu put aside her confusion for the time being, and the little secretary went to open the door.He thought for a while, and took away the "righteousness" from his body.

(End of this chapter)