I Open an Online Loan in Dongying

But the sunlight fell mercilessly on more than half of her body.

"Then thank you very much." Maoxi Zhaojiang looked calm, lowered his head slightly, and then entered the sun umbrella.

For emotional points, Ms. Zhaojiang got it.

Neither humble nor pushy, neither rush nor slow, relaxed, Maoxi Zhaojiang is a real maid.

It's just that before the money was in hand, Ito Yu kept silent about the maid's salary and other issues, but continued to use the excuse of testing her to drive her.

The place to meet is a coffee shop with a relatively small flow of people.

And he was carrying a backpack, and he had actually reluctantly shown his face to Miss Maoxi just now, and he asked Miss Maoxi to go to the copy shop to help him type out all the contents of the USB flash drive.

Ordinary people with sufficient assets have their own studios, their own computers, and their own printers, but Yuu Ito's behavior is deliberately missing the bottom line.

It's just that Miss Zhaojiang handed him all the printed materials, and the expression on her face didn't change, making it hard to figure out what she was thinking.

Is the capacity of the heart so big?

Or is it that the quality of the maid is high enough?

If this is the case, Ito Yu suspects that she didn't even look at the specific content of what he asked her to type.

"..." In short, let's reserve your opinion on Ms. Maoxi Zhaojiang.

He looked at his phone, it was 09:48.

It was still a little short of the agreed 10 o'clock.

"Miss Catsy—"

"Mr. Kasugano can just call me Akira." Mao Xi Zhaojiang is very polite. When she speaks, she always maintains a modest smile on her face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

"Well...then I'll just say, Ms. Zhaojiang, can I take a photo of you first? I have a younger sister in my family, and I need her consent to find a maid."

Having said that, what Ito Yu was thinking in his heart was that he had been away from home for 2 hours, and he didn't know how bad his mood was.So I had to find an excuse to contact her.

"No problem. Do yourself a favor."

Maoxi Zhaojiang nodded slightly.

Click!

However, Ito Yu didn't know how to be polite at all, "I'm sorry, this one is blurred, please let me take another photo... another photo... um... can you smile more brightly? Oh... put your hands on your waist Time... Thank you. Sorry, I went too far."

"...No, it's fine."

It can be seen that Miss Zhaojiang should be troubled, but she still has a smile on her face.It's just that the dark green eyes are staring straight at one point.

It turns out that when she is angry, her smile will become brighter.

"Miss Zhaojiang's heart is very broad—" Ito Yu praised.

"W-Where-"

"That's it... so I can talk to Zhaojiang about some things, actually." Ito Yu deliberately paused, but Miss Zhaojiang smiled gently. This may be self-confidence, because the employer wants to tell her some private things. It's over, it's a closer relationship.

She smiled, so she listened carefully, watching Ito Yu said, "Actually, I have an improper relationship with Yi Mo Duo, please forgive me, Miss Zhao Jiang."

"Eh--"

Miss Zhaojiang's eyes widened instantly, and her lips parted slightly.

She seems to have been mentally prepared for Ito Yu to continue to say some troublesome words to her, but now these words...

It still surprised her.

You mess, mess X what is it?

"..."

She felt Ito Yu's gaze, and at the same time understood that the other party was waiting for her reaction.

Only then did she realize that this might just be a temptation.

So the expression softened, "Everyone has their own ideas, and I respect that and don't express my opinion."

"That's it, then thank you very much." Ito Yuu looked at Maoxi Zhaojiang sincerely.

While talking, a man in his thirties, dressed in a brown T-shirt with glasses, rushed in. He first asked the waiter where he was, and then went straight to Ito Yu and Miss Zhaojiang. side walked over.

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Ps: Well... I will work hard to code today.

Chapter 016 The Man With Empty Hands!Down! (ow 13 more)

About thirty years old, wearing black-rimmed glasses, there are calluses on his left hand and right finger pulp that can be seen at a glance.

This is the trace of writing and typing on the keyboard all the year round.

There is even a slight deformation on the wrist.

Almost instantly, people can judge his identity.

This gentleman is a writer.

"Kasugano...sir?"