9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

But it's only half an hour. We have to hurry.

She got up, took the textbooks she needed, and went to the next room happily.

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she stood at the door and knocked.

"Come in."

Two words, is still so cold, no temperature. She shivered inexplicably.

Push the door and go in.

One eye, did not see his person, she looked toward the sofa. Sure enough, he was sitting in a black Nightgown on the sofa, his long legs overlapping, an iPad on his legs, and his slender fingers sliding on the screen.

Just like this, he is also a charming and unique scenery.

In the room, no matter how bright the crystal lamp is, no matter how beautiful all kinds of art albums are, they are not as dazzling as he is.

He looks very serious and attentive, so people can't bear to disturb him.

Looking at it, she fell in love.

Ji Zhengting is really sending an important email. After sending it, he realized that the arrival of people has not come in. He looked sideways and caught her eyes.

Song Qingcheng suddenly came back, hastily drew his eyes back, and his face was hot.

What's the matter with you? He can see God. The key is that he was caught.

She coughed twice and walked over. "I see you're busy, so I didn't disturb you."

"You have twenty-five minutes." He didn't appreciate it at all.

“……” Song Qingcheng quickly walked by, put the textbook on the tea table, found the page marked by himself, "from here, there should be several places behind."

She pointed it out to him.

Ji Zhengting took the textbook directly, looked at the content, gave it back to her, and then began to explain it to her.

Song Qingcheng listened carefully and took notes. I'm worried about my bad memory and forget it in a flash.

Time, unknowingly past half, but their topic to see the third question.

Ji Zhengting is very serious, naked for her to explain, like a qualified teacher in teaching children, very patient.

Song Qingcheng would take the initiative to ask him where he didn't understand.

……

After a lesson, song Qingcheng felt his neck and shoulders stiff. Activity for a while, ready to continue, but the man closed the book, mouth: "today first here."

After that, he will get up.

"There are two more!" Song Qingcheng quickly hugged him by the arm, as if worried that he would run away, half of his body dragged him.

Ji Zhengting glanced at her, then glanced at the arm he held in his arms. He didn't say a word, but his eyes were deep and powerful. With only one eye, song Qingcheng realized that his behavior was not right, so he let go and returned to his body.

"Why don't you read another one for me? This one has only a few questions." Song Qingcheng said to him in a tone of consultation.

"Children should not stay up late." He packed up his files and computer.

"When will you help me with my lessons?" Song Qingcheng knew that his words could not be changed easily, and the time now was beyond what he had just said. He lied that he was pregnant, and it was not suitable to stay up late.

Ji Zhengting did not give her an answer.

Song Qingcheng knew that he could not wait for the answer, quietly put away his textbook, got up and left. Just after two steps, she stopped again and stressed unhappily, "I'm not a child. I'm twenty years old, and I'll be twenty-one at the end of the new year."

Has he ever seen such a big kid?

Hum!

Ji Zhengting looked at her stubborn back and shook his head helplessly.

……

The next day was Saturday. Song Qingcheng got up very early and planned to go to the suburbs to have a look at the housing supply. At the same time, Xin Yue could take her by car, which was much more convenient.

Xin Yue is waiting for her by the side of the road. After Song Qingcheng gets on the bus, he gives her a breakfast. She picked it up in the kitchen this morning. She picked up two of them.

The two finished their breakfast in the car before driving away.

It's really winter. The temperature is very cool in the morning. There is a layer of mist in the air. The vision is not very good.

Xin YueKai was very careful and only came to a real estate center in 40 minutes. However, it seems that they have just started business, so it's useless to come early.

Staff enthusiastically introduced to them a few good second-hand housing sources, but song Qingcheng didn't have what she wanted. Either the house price is too high, or the house is too old and dilapidated.

To tell you the truth, she came to inquire about the house price today. She didn't really want to buy it.

At the end of the day, Xin Yue took her to three suburban locations closer to the city. There are those who can see it and those who can't. She left a phone call for the house she wanted to pay back the price.

When she saw the last one, the house supply was not so good. She also left a phone call and disclosed the scope of her offer.

After leaving from the housing center, Xinyue was still very puzzled. What about the house just now? Although the price is moderate, the money in Qingcheng's hand is not so scarce, so she won't like it. Why does she still keep the phone?After two people left, Xinyue couldn't help asking her, "Qingcheng, you don't really intend to buy the house just now, do you?"

"If the price is right, of course you can buy it!" Song Qingcheng did not like the way back.

Xin Yue frowned, "but The pattern of that house is not good. Although it's a little new and the price is reasonable, I always find it strange. Of course, if you feel comfortable, it can be said otherwise. But I have to remind you that buying a house depends on Feng Shui. Don't buy it indiscriminately. "

Xinyue is worried, as if she is afraid that she will buy it.

"It's Fengshui. You seem to be very good at it." Song Qingcheng laughs at her.

"Of course, if you have good feng shui, your family will be happy in the future. But if Feng Shui is not good, then I don't know what will happen. " Xin Yue is not superstitious, but her grandfather is a very good feng shui master. She is quite familiar with this aspect, so she also believes it.

Of course, song Qingcheng has heard about feng shui, and even about those rich people spending a lot of money to break Feng Shui. Therefore, Feng Shui is absolutely unbelievable.

"Then tell me, what's wrong with the fengshui of the house just now?" Song Qingcheng asked her seriously.

Xin Yue said with a smile, "I can't understand it. I just learned some Kung Fu from my grandfather. But it's not good that the house starts at a fork in the road. "

"Is that true?" Song Qingcheng didn't understand this, but he was also curious.

"Of course, what else do those feng shui masters rely on for a living?"

"It seems that I'll have to ask your grandfather to help me check it out." Song Qingcheng said half jokingly.

"That's not necessary. I'll be ok with you." Xin Yue has lived with her grandfather for so many years that it's hard to think about it.