9 billion flash marriage: luxury president busy every night

After breakfast, Ji Zhengting and song Qingcheng leave the villa together. At the door, song Qingcheng planned to part ways with him.

However, she can't handle affairs with big and small bags, can she?

In desperation, she just asked someone for help.

"Mr. Ji, these things are from my aunt. I didn't want them, but..."

"Now that you've taken it, don't mind so much." Ji Zhengting knows what she wants to say.

Song Qingcheng took a look at him, not sure whether he would mind or not, but felt that his tone was not very good.

"I'm not going to take it. But because of my aunt's kindness, I can't refuse it, so I'll give it back to you now, and you can handle it by yourself. " Song Qingcheng put the bag on the ground, turned and left.

In fact, she wanted to put things in his car for the time being and come back to pick them up. But when she heard that his tone was not good, she felt that he was blaming himself for not accepting these things.

"You collect things, throw them or keep them, and you handle them yourself. I have no obligation to do these things for you." Ji Zhengting's attitude was even more resolute. He didn't even look at the local things. He turned and got on the car.

The car started steadily, then drove away slowly. Song Qingcheng stood there, looking at the car that was gradually away. After a long time, his eyes fell on the things in the place.

He's right. He is a chief executive. He has to be handled by others. How can he help himself with these things?

She walked over and lifted the bags on the ground one by one. I didn't get angry with him when I knew it. Now I really need to handle affairs with big and small bags!

The key is that these things are big brands. She's worried that she won't be robbed by bus, right?!

While she was thinking, a car came by the door, came up to her and stopped. Song Qingcheng came back to see a middle-aged man get out of the car.

"Miss Song, please get on the bus." The man opened the door of the back seat and said to her.

This person seems to know that he is the driver of Ji's family. All his cars are Rolls Royce.

"No, I'll take the bus myself." Song Qingcheng politely refused. She can't afford such an expensive luxury car.

"My husband has told me that we must send Miss Song to where we want to go."

“……” It turned out that he arranged it. Song Qingcheng was surprised. "Can I put my things in your car?"

"It's OK to put it down. Don't forget Miss song when you go back. Otherwise, I'm the one to blame."

"Don't worry, I won't forget it."

"Then Miss Song, get on the bus. I'll put these. " The driver took the big and small bags from her hand and put them directly into the trunk.

Song Qingcheng got on the bus and didn't say where to go. But first to Xinyue called, two people about meeting place, just let the driver to send her.

She is more active when talking to the driver on the road.

Song Qingcheng learned that the driver's uncle surnamed Liang, everyone called him uncle Liang. He is also an old driver of the Ji family for more than ten years.

……

After arriving at the location, song Qingcheng thanks uncle Liang, gets off and waves goodbye.

By the side of the road, a young girl with a plaid shirt came towards her, because her eyes had been fixed on the luxury car which had been submerged in the traffic, and she had no awareness of the power pole in front of her.

"Oh!"

The girl accidentally bumped into the pole, covering her head, a face of pain.

"Xin Yue, what are you doing?" When song Qingcheng heard the sound, he noticed her.

Xin Yue rolled her eyes and rubbed her forehead. She seemed to think of something. Then she pointed to song Qingcheng and asked, "Qingcheng, please tell me the truth. Who is that luxury car you just sent me?"

Song Qingcheng has a headache. Originally calculate good time oneself come to wait for Xin Yue first, the result still was caught by her, "this is a long story, we still find a place to speak slowly."

"Don't look for it, just this tea restaurant." Xin Yue can't wait to know what's going on. She points to a tea restaurant on the side and pulls her over.

"First of all, it's your treat later." Song Qingcheng gave her a word.

Although it's just an ordinary tea restaurant, it's far beyond her consumption range for her customers who are less than ten yuan.

"Look, you're cheap. Rolls Royce is sitting on it and cares about the small money." Xin Yue made fun of her.

"Money is in your pocket. Cars are tools at the feet of others. Of course, they are different."

"Well, I've lost to you."

The two men are talking and have arrived at the tea restaurant. Found a window seat, sat down and ordered a pot of fruit tea.

"Have you had breakfast? Would you like something to eat?" Xin Yue asked her.

"I've already had it. Order what you want." And she ate a lot in the morning, so it's estimated that lunch can be saved today.There's no way. Rich people have plenty of breakfast. They'll be satisfied with every bite.

"Don't be polite to me. It's not easy to catch my treat." Xin Yue talks to her as she turns through the menu.

“……” Song Qingcheng gives her a silent expression.

Xin Yue is not picky either. She orders a sandwich and milk casually. After the waiter left, she couldn't wait to ask song Qingcheng, "quick, quick, who is the man who sent you just now? It seems that she is not young."

"Well." Song Qingcheng nodded.

“……” Xin Yue was muddled for a long time, "aren't you? It's just a love affair. Can you accept even the uncle who has been hit? "

Song Qingcheng rolled her eyes and said: "where do you want to go? The uncle just sent me here. "

"Send you here?" Xin Yue said to himself, "well, you should tell me who the man is and why he sent you here? Didn't you go to Zhou Shaojing's engagement dinner last night? Why did you turn into a moat overnight? "

Xin Yue is full of questions and wants to be answered immediately.

Song Qingcheng tried to explain several times, but he still didn't know where to start. He simply said, "these are not important in advance. I have something more important to tell you."

What's more important than becoming a local tyrant?

Oh, my God, what happened to the whole night? It's a complete turning point in life.

"What's the matter? Say it, say it. " Xin Yue is an acute person. She can't wait for a second.

"Your car I was hit. " Song Qingcheng is a little afraid to say, knowing that the car is Xinyue's baby, for fear that she will be sad.

“！” Xin Yue's face was shocked and she opened her mouth. After a while, she asked, "are you drunk?"

Song Qingcheng shakes her head.

"That's hit and run?" Xin Yue guessed again.