Chapter 90 I want to move out
The screen of the mobile phone randomly thrown on the ground lights up and goes out, but no one pays attention to it.
half an hour ago.
Liang Jingwan walked out of the box to answer Ms. Su's call. She just asked when they would be back and whether they wanted to leave the door open.
She stood on the terrace, the cool breeze was blowing outside, she couldn't help but wrap up her windbreaker, and rubbed her trembling forearms with her warm hands, "I'll be back in about half an hour."
After making the call, Liang Jingwan walked back to the box.
The cake had been divided. She looked around and did not find He Rongxi's sister. Liang Jingwan frowned slightly. The protagonist was not here, but she was cutting the cake.
The screen of her phone lit up. She lowered her head and glanced casually. The message came from Liang Mingyuan [Sister, I took a step in advance and drove the car away. ]
Liang Jingwan was typing a reply [Okay. ] He Rongxi's voice came to his ears, saying that his sister had left beforehand and asked everyone to eat and drink on their own.
With a thumbs up, the message was sent. Liang Jingwan glanced up at He Rongji and secretly sighed, it couldn't be such a coincidence!
Feeling suspicious, Liang Jingwan grabbed the gift, crossed the sea of people and walked to He Rongxi, and the first thing she said: "Where is your sister?"
He Rongxi frowned and held half a mouthful of wine in his mouth. Was he scolding him?
Liang Jingwan handed over the gift in her hand, "I just asked casually."
He Rongxi took the gift, but realized it was just a polite word, his Adam's apple rolled, and he swallowed the wine, "She had something to do, so she called me and left. I don't know where she went, so I thank you on her behalf. ”
"You're welcome."
Since the car was driven away by Liang Mingyuan, she took Xu Yan's car home.
Sitting in the passenger seat, Liang Jingwan looked at the phone interface and finally made a call, but no one answered, so she had to give up.
At 11:30 in the middle of the night, Liang Jingwan received a message from Liang Mingyuan [Sister, I will not go home tonight. ]
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The next day.
Liang Mingyuan was awakened by the ringtone of his cell phone. The person next to him moved his body, but was still deep in sleep.
He took his cell phone and turned off the ringtone. At this time, the screen of the other cell phone lit up, and it read "Happy Birthday Rong Sheng." ]
Attached is an emoticon.
Liang Mingyuan was lying on the bedside, thinking carefully with his mobile phone, and repeated Rong Sheng several times. Suddenly an idea flashed, and his pupils widened, He Rong Sheng.
There were several squeaks coming from behind, and Liang Mingyuan put the phone back guiltily, turned over, and watched He Rongsheng stretching next to him, rubbing his eyes with his hands, and slowly opened them.
"Are you awake?" Liang Mingyuan pulled the thin quilt up to cover her exposed skin.
He Rongsheng nodded, his voice hoarse because he had just woken up: "What time is it?"
"Seven o'clock sharp."
When she heard the answer, she yawned and closed her eyes again, as if she planned to continue sleeping.
A clear male voice came to my ears: "How about forget it."
He Rongsheng opened his eyes suddenly and stood up, "I recorded it all."
"You can't go back on your word."
The thin quilt slipped off naturally and piled up on the waist and abdomen, and the delicate and smooth back was displayed in front of Liang Mingyuan. His eyes flashed, "I'm just kidding, what's your name?"
He Rongsheng hesitated a little, "Just call me Shengsheng." After a moment, he put the hesitation behind and asked excitedly: "Are we going to sign an agreement? Don't worry, I won't show it in front of outsiders... ”
Liang Mingyuan frowned slightly, she was also... too righteous.
"How much do you plan to need per month?"
"One million," He Rongsheng didn't understand the market and could only make a random price. But looking at Liang Mingyuan's slightly frowning brows, he became less tentative: "I'll give you a 20% discount, eight hundred thousand."
Liang Mingyuan listened to He Rongsheng's "eight hundred thousand", absent-mindedly, glanced to the side, narrowed his eyes slightly, and asked: "Is this hairpin real?"
When He Rongsheng saw that Liang Mingyuan didn't answer, he frowned slightly. Following his line of sight, he turned to look at the bedside table. Several hairpins were placed on it, which was obviously CELINE.
Her breath suffocated and she quickly said: "Fake... fake."
"This bag is also fake?"
He Rongsheng looked downstairs again and saw the bag thrown carelessly on the ground last night - the double C logo. She gave a stiff smile: "Yes, it's fake. Buy a bag and get a card."
Compared to He Rongsheng's panic, Liang Mingyuan's eyes showed a hint of interest. Looking at her extremely unnatural expression, he raised the corners of his mouth, lay back on the bed, and crossed his hands on the back of his head. He Rongsheng raised his hands to straighten his messy hair with a guilty conscience, cleared his throat, and pretended to be calm: "You haven't said whether you will accept 800,000 yuan or not?"
"Promise."
"When will the agreement be given to me?"
Two seconds later, He Rongsheng looked at the "six" gesture in front of her and felt puzzled. Her eyes moved from the knuckled hands to Liang Mingyuan's face, asking silently.
"Pull the hook."
He Rongsheng pursed his lips, and there was a bit of disbelief in his eyes. He just pulled a hook for 800,000 yuan?
Seeing that He Rongsheng had no reaction, Liang Mingyuan raised his eyebrows and motioned for her to reach out.
He Rongsheng had no choice but to stretch out his little finger and hook it.
Seeing He Rongsheng's ignorant look, Liang Mingyuan raised his hand and knocked her on the head.
He Rongsheng covered her forehead and complained: "It hurts."
After washing up, Liang Mingyuan sat on the sofa. When he heard the doorbell, he stood up and opened the door.
"Mr. Liang." The assistant handed the paper bag to Liang Mingyuan and glanced in curiously, but was glanced at by Liang Mingyuan.
"I'll wait for you downstairs." The assistant immediately lowered his head.
After Liang Mingyuan changed his clothes, he walked into the bedroom.
He Rongsheng was lying on the bed playing with his mobile phone, and his eyes lit up when he saw the familiar black gift bag in Liang Mingyuan's hand.
"For me?"
Liang Mingyuan nodded and handed over the gift bag in his hand, "Birthday gift."
He Rongsheng took out the gift box and asked: "How do you know my birthday?"
Liang Mingyuan said: "When I woke up, there was a message on your phone. I saw it. Someone wished you a happy birthday."
He Rongsheng said "Oh", and as soon as he finished speaking, the gift box was opened.
A black ChanelTrendyCC.
He Rongsheng raised his eyes, raised his fingers at Liang Mingyuan, who was a few steps away.
Liang Mingyuan opened his legs and pressed his warm lips to the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you, I like it very much."
But He Rongsheng did not accept the access card handed over to her. She explained: "Actually, you don't have to give me a house. From Monday to Friday, I have classes and live in the dormitory. On Saturdays and Sundays, we can stay in the hotel."
"Four weeks a month, eight days, making one hundred thousand a day, aren't you worried?"
He Rongsheng blinked his eyes, staring innocently at Liang Mingyuan, and opened his lips lightly: "Don't panic."
"No, you have to live in. I have to call your name every night. If you don't come, you won't be able to get the 800,000 by the end of the month."
As soon as these words came out, He Rongsheng pouted and raised his hand to take the access card.
Seeing Liang Mingyuan standing at the door and still looking at her, He Rongsheng couldn't help but urge: "Go to work quickly. There will be no money to pay me my salary."
"Don't you have to go to class today?" Liang Mingyuan looked down at his watch. It was already seven forty-eight, and it was only twelve minutes before eight o'clock.
He Rongsheng answered honestly: "There are no classes this morning, only in the afternoon."
Liang Mingyuan glanced at her meaningfully and nodded: "Okay, send me a copy of your class schedule later."
"Why?"
"I'll give you more exercise as appropriate." Liang Mingyuan left these words, closed the door and left.
Seven o'clock in the evening, Yulong Bay.
"I'm moving out."