Quick time travel to my 'system' husband

Chapter 99 Resolute Female Civil Servant Vs Mysterious Traffic Police Brother (32)

The system reminded again: "Drip—whether the side mission is enabled."

"System, how about the reward for completing the side mission this time?"

"Does the host open side missions?" The system continued to remind.

There are ten thousand horses galloping in Su Jiujiu's heart.

MMP.

She is in such a miserable situation now, and the system still doesn't help her!
Was she asking too many questions?Is it too much?Is it too much?

Hmph, if the system doesn't help her, isn't there Mu Ningchen?

"Mu Ningchen~ Shouldn't the side missions be rewarded more generously? I don't want anything else, just a little more gold coins."

She is really poor, for the gold coins, she worked hard!
Su Jiujiu began to reason again.

"Look, it turns out that when the favorability level reaches [-], it means the task is completed, but now I don't know when this task will be completed. I need to pay more labor, more effort, and more energy. I should also Get paid more, you can't exploit employees like this!"

"As the saying goes, only good bosses will have conscientious employees..."

blah blah blah.

Su Jiujiu talked for a full 10 minutes, going up to the benefits and well-being of the City of One Thought, and down to the happiness of the original host.

"Mu Ningchen?"

"Say something!"

"This time the reward is generous."

Mu Ningchen's deep and magnetic voice came into Su Jiujiu's head.

Su Jiujiu laughed out loud.

"Thank you, I hope we continue to cooperate happily."

Damn, this is the first time she felt that Mu Ningchen was so caring and his voice was so nice!

She still owed nine hundred and ninety gold coins, but she never forgot.

Since Mu Ningchen said that the reward is generous, there must be a lot of gold coins, at least more than ten gold coins, so she doesn't have to worry.

Su Jiujiu was in a good mood, and sat on the edge of the bed to watch TV.

After a while, Su Jiujiu's phone rang, and seeing that it was Zhang Qinglin, Su Jiujiu waited until the phone rang three times before answering.

It is not advisable to answer someone’s phone too early or too late. If you happen to see it, wait until the third beep before answering, so as not to cause pressure on the other party; answering the phone too late will leave a very bad impression on the other party. If you can't answer the phone in time, you must explain it to avoid unnecessary misunderstandings. This is basic etiquette.

These are all things she learned when she was in college.

"Hello, Zhang Qinglin?"

"you're home?"

"Well, we're home."

"When do you have time, send Benben back to you."

Su Jiujiu thought for a while and replied, "In a few days, or next Wednesday, what do you think?"

"it is good."

"Then you talk to your aunt."

"Ah."

"Is there anything else?"

There was silence for a while, and then Zhang Qinglin's voice came from the phone.

"Gone."

"Then I'm hanging up the phone."

"Ah."

Su Jiujiu took down the phone, looked at it, and hung up after a few seconds.

Zhang Qinglin, who was standing by the window over there, kept staring at the phone that had been hung up.

He still wanted to talk to Su Jiujiu and hear her voice, but he didn't know what to say.

Putting down the phone, Zhang Qinglin walked to the table and sat down, picked up a book, but his mind was full of Su Jiujiu's smiles.

Her bright smile when we met, the way she asked him for a phone call, the way she kissed him proactively, the embarrassed way she saw him after taking off her shoes on the beach, the persistent way she carved stones, the way she stubbornly refused to admit it because she was afraid of getting an injection The look, the look of relaxing under his comfort.

All of Su Jiujiu's appearances were recorded in his mind.

Zhang Qinglin recognized his heart clearly.

He likes Su Jiujiu.

Taking the pencil on one side and the drawing board, Zhang Qinglin carefully recalled Su Jiujiu's appearance, waved the pencil, left one smooth line after another on the paper, gradually outlined Su Jiujiu's appearance, and erased it when he felt dissatisfied, and then drew again.

An hour later, the portrait on the drawing board finally took shape.

The drawing board is just a head portrait. The woman on it has long flowing hair, a pair of peach blossom eyes, a round face and a sweet smile.

If Su Jiujiu was here, she would find that the sketch portrait was [-]% similar to her!
Zhang Qinglin looked at the portrait and frowned.

The portrait is different from Su Jiujiu in his memory.

Zhang Qinglin took the paper off the drawing board, walked to the bookcase, found a new folder, put it inside, and labeled it.

That label is - 'Su'.

(End of this chapter)