9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

Song Qingcheng gave her a suspicious look, and then said: "in fact, I didn't value the house just now. The reason why I left a contact information and quotation is to test the real reserve price of the house. At that time, I will have a number in my heart."

"I see, I said!" Xin Yue realized. She always thinks that Qingcheng's vision is good, and she is not a casual person. If she can't see good things, Qingcheng certainly can't.

"Come on, I've been running all day. I'll treat you to a big meal."

"Come on. When you have bought the big house, please treat me to it

Song Qingcheng looked at her, but she didn't force her, "OK, let's go."

"I'd like a snail powder, too."

"No, who are you fat?"

"It's OK. Winter is just for fat."

“……”

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When song Qingcheng got home, it was already eight o'clock. Before, she called the housekeeper and said that she would not come back for dinner, so when she got home, she went upstairs directly.

On Saturday, Ji Ling and her stepmother usually go out to find a closer place for a short vacation. Today, it seems to be the same. And she found that Ji Zhengting didn't come back.

In such a big home, I am alone.

But it's good to do what you want. Don't be so constrained.

On Saturday, Ji Zhengting didn't know where to go. It seems that he didn't have to review tonight.

She had planned to review these two nights and go to school on Monday. Then she should go back to work, or she will feel sorry.

After taking a bath, I found my cell phone ringing all the time. She put down the towel to wipe her hair and went to her bag to turn out her cell phone.

It's a strange call Can't it be today's real estate company?

"Hello She picked up the phone.

"Qing Cheng, Qing Cheng, I'm Gu Feng..." On the phone, Gu Feng's anxious voice came.

Song Qingcheng's hand holding the phone was tight and his breath was stagnant.

"Qing Cheng, Qing Cheng. I'm sorry. I admit my mistake to you. I kowtow to you. I drank too much that day. I don't know anything. I don't really want to hurt you. Please let Mr. Ji let me go. "

It's not hard to hear that Gu Feng's voice is full of fear, fear and anxiety.

Song Qingcheng's hand holding the phone was shaking. After a long time, she found her own voice. "Gu Feng, you should thank Ji Ling. If you don't have her, you will die miserably!"

She felt the cold voice of the whole person was still shaking.

It's like going back to that night, that terrible nightmare

……

When Ji Zhengting came back, he went directly back to his room to get his clothes, pushed the door and came in. Then he saw the people sleeping on the sofa.

Petite body curled up in the sofa, arms holding a pillow, sleeping very well.

He didn't wake her up in the past. He just turned up the heating and turned it to the cloakroom when he suddenly noticed something was wrong.

Song Qingcheng was always in a bad mood because he answered Gu Feng's phone later. This will sleep is not solid, brows will be tight wrinkle, one will release, hands tightly grasp the pillow in the hand, it looks like a nightmare.

When Ji Zhengting was about to walk towards her, she suddenly woke up with sweat all over her head. Ji Zhengting's steps are quietly taken back, and his worried eyes are also taken back.

Song Qingcheng looked back and saw him standing there. She put down her pillow and went, "you're back."

Ji Zhengting has returned to the past indifference, speechless, went to the cloakroom.

She was a little angry after the accident.

When he came out with his clothes, she said, "thank you for Gu Feng's business."

Since Gu Feng can call himself, it is obvious that he has been free. In this way, it is undoubtedly Ji Zhengting who let him go.

Ji Zhengting, still silent, left the room.

Song Qingcheng sighed silently, turned off the light and went back to bed to sleep.

……

The next morning, song Qingcheng received a phone call from the real estate company, saying that the house she countered yesterday was for sale. But she needs to add another 20000 yuan to the price.

Song Qingcheng was shocked at that time.

She paid 80000 yuan for a 900000 yuan house, but the owner agreed. Although she was asked to add 20000, we could tell from the voice of the contact that it was just bargaining.

She can guarantee that if she sticks to the price, the business will still be done. However, instead of holding on to the price, she found an excuse to turn off the housing supply.

But imagine how deep the water is.

So, I really need to think about this house.

A careless person is worth tens of thousands of yuan. Tens of thousands of yuan, enough for her to earn a few years.

It suddenly occurred to her that Ji Zhengting's people had helped her with the claim. Now that I've got the compensation, should I tell him.After all, it was his people who helped him escape the evil hands of the damned landlady. Moreover, Ji Zhengting has a wide range of contacts. Maybe he can give some advice to himself.

The key is that she should return the money owed to Ji Zhengting.

This weekend, he should still be at home.

Song Qingcheng washes and comes out. She stands upstairs and looks downstairs. She doesn't see him. He should still be in the room, right?!

She turned to the second bedroom and knocked on the door.

"Come in!"

Sure enough, his voice came from inside, but how could it feel like he was panting?

Whatever. Let's go first.

Song Qingcheng pushes the door in, and then The whole person was shocked.

In the room, the man is doing abdominal muscle exercise on fitness equipment. On the healthy skin color, a layer of sweat slides down the skin texture, which makes people want to spurt blood.

At one glance, song Qingcheng was shy and didn't open her face. Originally waiting for men to consciously put on their clothes, the result After waiting for a long time, nothing happened.

She peeked at it from the corner of her eye and was furious.

He was still exercising as if nothing had happened. He took her as the air.

"Keke --"

Song Qingcheng deliberately gave a dry cough twice to remind him. Ji Zhengting looked at her, put down the dumbbell in his hand, suddenly got up, smoked a towel, wiped sweat, and walked towards her.

Ji Zhengting came up to her and stopped. Looking at her as if waiting for her to speak.

And does he know that she is nervous enough just standing in front of him, not to mention looking at him, for his sexy and provocative appearance.

Song Qingcheng's eyes floated to and fro, not knowing where to put them. At last, he only said, "go to take a bath first, I'll wait for you outside."

At the end of the speech, she left the room like a runaway.

Ji Zhengting went in to take a shower and came out. He changed into a gray home suit. He looked fresh, sunny and manly.