The local tyrant president is not easy to mess with

Chapter 12 The hot milk sent by the suitor
He clenched his fist and slammed the door of the car. It's not sure if she is Ruan Yifei, why did he stay here.

Open the car door, get in the car, step on the accelerator, and the Bugatti disappeared in this dilapidated street in an instant. Leng Muxuan held the steering wheel tightly and stared at the road ahead. He must have gone crazy thinking about Iffy, that's why. It will be like this.

This night is destined to be sleepless.

On Saturday the next day, Ran Zijin was going to substitute for a private school.

The cold didn't heal, she was out of shape, and she managed to manage a few classes.

"Teacher Ran, drink a cup of hot milk." Colleague Chen Ke gave a cup of milk to Ran Zijin who had just returned to the office after class.

"Thank you." Ran Zijin pushed the milk back, looked at Chen Ke's flushed cheeks and smiled, "I don't need it now. Teacher Chen should keep it for himself and drink it."

Chen Ke had nowhere to put his hands in embarrassment, and couldn't utter a word for a long time.

Teacher Zhang, the oldest and most enthusiastic teacher in the office, said, "Mr. Ran, Teacher Chen specially prepared it for you! Just drink it, moisten your throat first!"

Everyone in the school knows that Teacher Chen has liked Ran Zijin for more than a year, but she doesn't seem to know about it, and Teacher Chen is a shy young man. spark of love.

"No. I'm going home." Ran Zijin grabbed his bag, nodded to everyone, and ran out of the office.

It's not that she doesn't know Teacher Chen's intentions, the key is that there is always Qiao Zheqing living in her heart.

Ran Zijin saw Hu Die as soon as he entered the cafe of "Maggie's Gift".

Hu Die is the kind of girl who is outstanding regardless of her figure, appearance, family background, education background, and ability.

"Zijin, here!" Hu Die waved to her cheerfully.

Ran Zijin pursed his lips and smiled, walked over and sat opposite Hu Die.

"Hey, are you okay?" Hu Die found that Ran Zijin's complexion was very bad, and reached out to touch her forehead, which was very hot, "I'm so sick, why are you still translating materials? How do you take care of yourself? Do you want money? dead?"

"I'm fine. I've taken the medicine, and I'll be fine in a while. This is the information. You can read it again. If there are any problems, I will continue to modify it." Ran Zijin handed the file bag to Hu Die.

Hu Die knew that Ran Zijin was always in need of money, so she would introduce any part-time translation job to her.

This kind of part-time job makes money quickly and is relatively safe, but it is a bit brain-intensive.

But Ran Zijin never felt that as long as she had money, she would earn it. After all, earning money is king.

"When did I doubt what you translated? Your ability is obvious to all, okay?" Hu Die received the information and asked the waiter to serve Ran Zijin a glass of water. "If you're sick, don't drink coffee."

"Yeah." Ran Zijin's voice was still hoarse, and after three classes in the morning, the pain was even worse.

(End of this chapter)