Song Zhichao is a very meticulous person.

Before boarding the bus, he called the private driver Quan Wulie and asked him if his wallet had fallen into the bus.

Sure enough, Quan Wulie said yes and asked Song Zhichao if he wanted to send it to him.

Song Zhichao said no, he would go out to take the bus now, and he would not need to go there again.

After knowing that the wallet was in the car, Song Zhichao's heart became much more stable. Otherwise, if he really got in the car later, Han Jiaren, the "money lover" around him, urging her to pay back the money, that would be a big embarrassment.

"My money is stuck in the car, come with me." Song Zhichao said to Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren smiled and said, "I knew that a person as big as you could not have no money - uh, it's up to the interest."

Song Zhichao: "Are you embarrassed? How many minutes will it take to get out from here to my car? How can you calculate the interest?"

Han Jiaren: "It's not that I'm greedy for money, but mainly because I don't count, I'm afraid of looking down on you. Who made you so much money?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

Speechless.

...

When you leave the Korean courtyard, because the road outside is narrow and it is not easy to park, Song Zhichao's private car, the white Cadillac, has been parked on the outer road about 500 yuan from the Korean courtyard.

When Song Zhichao took Han Jiaren to the side of the car, the private driver Quan Wulie had already got out of the car and bowed respectfully to Song Zhichao, saying hello to President Song, and then presented it with both hands and handed him the wallet.

Song Zhichao took the wallet, opened it, took a check of one million won, turned around and handed it to Han Jiaren. After thinking for a while, he took out another 100,000 won as interest and gave it to Han Jiaren.

Han Jiaren was overjoyed. Unexpectedly, she earned 100,000 won this morning. This is really a blessing that can't stop it!

Looking at Han Jiaren who was smiling, Song Zhichao was unwilling to pay attention to her and got into the car directly.

Quan Wulie also got on the car.

Song Zhichao ordered Quan Wulie to start and drive.

At this time, Han Jiaren suddenly bent down and patted the car window, and fucked her.

Song Zhichao frowned, opened the car window and asked her: "What's the matter?"

Han Jiaren laughed: "Well, can you send me a ride?"

Song Zhichao: "It's not going well." He was about to close the car window.

"No!" Han Jiaren hurriedly stuck the car window with her hands, "I wasted a lot of time just now because of your affairs. Now it's difficult to get a ride. If you don't help me, I will definitely be late for shooting an advertisement!"

Song Zhichao: “…”

His brows frowned again.

Han Jiaren continued to sell miserable things: "Also, I finally came here for this job. What if I was fired because I was late? Then I lived in your house, couldn't afford the rent, and had to borrow usury. I was constantly chasing debts, beaten and scolded, and maybe I would be sold abroad..."

After saying this, Han Jiaren started to sob.

Song Zhichao: “…”

After waiting, Quan Wulie ordered: "Open the car door."

He said to Han Jiaren again: "Come up!"

"Oh, OK!" Han Jiaren, who was still wiping her tears just now, answered very quickly and opened the door and got into the car.

Looking at her face again, there was no trace of tears?

...

The white Cadillac was driving steadily on the road—

Han Jiaren sat with Song Zhichao in the back row. She hummed a song happily in her mouth, her hands kept resting, and she was busy putting on makeup.

He took a small oval mirror and compared it. He first drew his eyebrows, then applied his face, and then applied lipstick. After applying lipstick, he still clicked, kissed his lips up and down, and then turned his face and asked Song Zhichao: "Does it look good?"

Song Zhichao: “…”

I was depressed and wanted to hit her and said she was not good-looking, but she was so ugly, but the Han Jiaren in front of me was really nothing to do with ugliness. On the contrary, she was still beautiful and charming.

I saw her thin eyebrows clearly, her big eyes, her rosy cheeks, her pointed chin, her small nose, and the charming little mole on her nose. Her rosy lips were even more tempting to open.

What a beauty this is?

What a beauty?

It is estimated that the so-called "beauty is in trouble" refers to people like her; the so-called "beautiful beauty" is also the best description of her beauty.

Just as Song Zhichao stared at Han Jiaren and looked closely, Han Jiaren pouted and said to him: "What are you staring at me? Are you fascinated by me? Hehe, you don't need to answer, nor do you have to answer, because I have seen the answer from your eyes."

Han Jiaren was narcissistically teasing the hair in her ears, with a charming and charming posture.

Song Zhichao sat very close to her and could see her charm.

Although Han Jiaren was born in an average family, she was not as cold and talented as the eldest princess of the Elephant Group, and not as pretty and passionate as the eldest princess of Samsung Li Fuzhen, but she exuded another charm all over her body.

"Look at you, you don't speak, and you're still in a daze... It seems that you are really fascinated by me. Alas, there are too few girls like me who are naturally beautiful, and it's hard to look like this for you." Han Jiaren's narcissistic symptoms are getting worse and worse.

Song Zhichao couldn't help it, "Do you usually put on makeup like this when you go out?"

"What's the meaning?"

"I mean--ah, it's ugly!"

"Tsk, my heart is different, I can't even lie!" Han Jiaren was too lazy to pay attention to Song Zhichao, and turned her head proudly.

...

Song Zhichao asked Quan Wulie to drive Han Jiaren to the door of SBS TV.

Han Jiaren got out of the car and said thank you to Quan Wulie, saying thank you for your hard work, thank you for sending me here, and then stuck out his tongue at Song Zhichao and said, "Stingy!"

Song Zhichao was so amused that this girl couldn't tell the difference.

At the entrance of the TV station, a group of people shooting advertisements seemed to be really anxious, waiting for Han Jiaren. When she saw her getting out of the car, she urged her to put on makeup and enter the venue as soon as possible.

Regarding Han Jiaren, the "airborne troops", these crew members did not catch a cold. They thought that this little girl had no background except for her beauty. Therefore, neither the director nor the other members of the crew looked down on her. They often joked about her, but today they were shocked. Looking at Song Zhichao's car, they thought to themselves that this is Cadillac.

Therefore, the director of the advertising team did not criticize Han Jiaren for your late arrival. On the contrary, his tone became much gentler, saying that he should adjust his emotions when shooting an advertisement later. By the way, he asked again, who was the person who sent you here?

Han Jiaren is very smart and doesn't understand what the director is thinking. She originally wanted to say that Song Zhichao was an amazing big shot, but when she said that, "A driver, take me here."

director:"……"

I understood, it turned out to be a driving for the rich man, and immediately scolded Han Jiaren: "Why don't you go and change your clothes quickly!"
Chapter completed!