Cold Prince Charming Spoils His Wife

Wu Zihao and the golden-haired lady made things difficult for Song Jiayin, but Song Jiayin maintained her silence. No matter how much they humiliated and provoked her, she would accept it without a single grudge.

Over time, Wu Zihao got tired of it. After all, he had lost interest in an indifferent person.

He knocked on the table in front of Song Jiayin, and used an commanding tone to tell her: "I have already paid the deposit, I hope to be able to see the design as soon as possible."

With that, he led the blonde man and woman away from the jewelry store resentfully.

Seeing them disappear into the corner of the street, Song Jiayin heaved a sigh of relief, "Phew …"

She stared at the piece of paper in front of her filled with design requirements, lost in thought.

Wu Zihao was simply too much. It was clearly just a private matter between the two of them, yet he still forcefully pulled her to her work. If her tone had been explosive just now … Now that she revealed his dissatisfaction, he was probably chased out of the office by the general manager.

Just as she was feeling troubled, the general manager suddenly appeared behind her and lightly patted her shoulder.

"Jia Yin, you have good mental fortitude. You will definitely achieve great things in the future." Lu Junyan comforted her. He had seen everything just now, and anyone who knew what was happening would be able to tell that Wu Zihao was deliberately looking for trouble. But that's what they do in their line of work. There's no helping it, the customer is God.

"Thank you, CEO Lu." Song Jiayin nodded her head, the frown on her forehead slightly relaxed.

Lu Junyan raised his hand to check the time on his watch, and said: "Good luck, you can go back today, rest well."

"This... "Fine." Song Jiayin originally wanted to reject, but upon thinking about Wu Zihao's unreasonable request, she could not help but agree.

Maybe she really should let her brain rest a bit.

Since she left work early, she didn't go to the subway as usual. Instead, she walked along the nearby streets.

The 4 PM street was spacious and empty. It was completely different from the peak hours. It was like a different world.

There were also many stalls selling snacks along the street, such as fried pancakes, roast mutton skewers, and potato pancakes … And so on.

Looking at these familiar snacks, Song Jiayin's mood suddenly became happy.

These were her favorite street snacks from high school. Every time she came home from school, she would buy one or two of her favorite snacks. The scene at this moment undoubtedly reminded her of her memories.

She felt around her pocket and found that there was still 10 yuan left in change. Seeing that there was a small stall selling cold noodles nearby with quite a few students surrounding, she walked over with a bit of curiosity.

The crispy, crispy, and crispy roasted cold noodles glowed with a golden luster. In addition to the various sauces, a box of ordinary cold noodles also seemed to be tasty.

He failed to resist the temptation. She thought for a while before handing the money over to the stall owner. "Boss, a plate of roasted cold noodles for package."

A large portion of roasted cold noodles was still sufficient for her. At least, it was more than enough for her to eat alone.

Thinking that there was still no room for dinner tonight, she decided to bring this roasted cold noodles to Gong Family for later.