Chapter 211 Bringing people over the day after tomorrow
When Jiang Yu and Nan Jiaojiao were tired and walked back in despair, Jiang Yu finally grabbed Nan Jiaojiao's hand and slapped it, so proud that he picked it. Raise your eyebrows.
“Remember, Master will always be your Master, don’t even think about crossing the line.”
Nan Jiaojiao nodded seriously, “I understand, Master.”
Jiang Yu sat down with satisfaction and took the tea from Pei Dongshi.
After chatting for a while, Nan Jiaojiao changed her expression and said seriously: "Master, I have something to discuss with you."
She told her the idea of performing an operation on Mrs. Bo.
Jiang Yu sneered again and again, "You are still a heartless person, thinking that you really came back for me."
Nan Jiaojiao felt guilty, "I won't be with you from now on, but old man Poor, please, Master”
“Please me?”
Jiang Yu's eyes darkened a little, "If you can ask me to ask for help, who is that person?"
Nan Jiaojiao choked and did not speak.
You can't say that she is the grandmother of her best friend in bed. It would be strange if she didn't get beaten to death.
Pei Dongshi came to her rescue at the right time: "With the 300 million you collected, Jiaojiao will give people acupuncture. This old lady is the grandma of her little patient."
Jiang Yu glanced at him and didn't believe it.
"There is one more thing I want to tell you. Jiaojiao is here as my disciple. Don't reveal your secret in front of others."
Jiang Yu was so angry that he choked on a cigarette and paused before spitting out. He came out and said, "We have already discussed it, right? Let's join forces to trick me?"
Nan Jiaojiao clasped her hands together, "Master, live a long life!"
Jiang Yu rolled his eyes. , "If you have time the day after tomorrow, bring this person here."
"Thank you, Master!"
Jiang Yu pointed to the snacks on the table with his cigarette pole, "I can't finish it and take it away. I don't like sweets."
"Yeah!" Nan Jiaojiao broke open a piece of coconut milk puff pastry and divided it. Half of it was given to Pei Dongshi, and the piece in her hand was used to drink milk tea.
Jiang Yu was talking to Pei Dongshi, and occasionally glanced at Nan Jiaojiao, with a faint light in his eyes.
……
Ye Shiqing finally contacted the master. After begging for a long time, the master agreed to help her deal with it. She proposed that she would join the Classical Dance Association in advance. After she had her identity, the people in the program team did not dare to embarrass her anymore. Instead, they would fawn over her. she.
"In this case, I will go to the president of the association the day after tomorrow. She is my master, and you are considered to be a disciple. I will tell her your thoughts and I will give you a temporary position. No problem."
Ye Shiqing was ecstatic, "Thank you, Master. What time is it? I will pick you up."
"No, I will send you the address and we will meet at the door of Master's house."
Ye Shiqing clutched her phone. After receiving the text message, her heart felt relieved. She held it like a treasure and looked at it several times.
Shen Shixuan rolled her eyes in disgust, "What do you always do when you're eating? If your mother hadn't come to make trouble every day, you wouldn't even be able to sit at the Shen family's dining table. You don't even have the consciousness to be a human being with your tail between your legs."
Ye Shiqing ignored her and looked at Shen Shichu opposite with tearful eyes, "Brother Shichu, the day after tomorrow I am going to the classical dance chief's home with my master. You can send me there with you."< br>
"Why should I give you my son? Who do you think you are!" Jiang Ling angrily scolded.
But Shen Shichu looked hesitant for a moment and asked: "Which chief?"
Ye Shiqing smiled, "The chief classical dancer is also the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce. It is said that he is also the inheritor of Su embroidery's intangible cultural heritage. .”
Shen Shichu became uneasy when he heard the chairman of the Chamber of Commerce said, "Okay, I'll go with you."
That night, after Nan Jiaojiao took a shower, she picked up her phone several times.
After the last visit to Ming Lun, I haven’t contacted Bo Yanqing again.
I had already spoken to Mrs. Bo on the phone in the afternoon, but she felt that it was necessary to talk to Bo Yanqing.
"Hello." The phone was connected, and the man's drunken and sexy voice came into his ears.
(End of this chapter)