Fast-crossing system: the villain BOSS strikes!

Su Nanfeng really just wanted to ask Mingshu some questions about photography, for Su Nanfeng invited her to eat, Mingshu answered everything he could answer, and nonsense if he couldn't.

If Su Nanfeng believes it or not, it's none of her business.

Su Nanfeng and Mingshu exchanged numbers, and then politely sent her back to the apartment.

When Mingshu returned to the apartment, there seemed to be someone in the roommate's room, and a voice could be heard vaguely.

The living room was still dirty, even messier than when she went out.

Mingshu didn't care, and just wandered back to his room.

But she was dumbfounded when she went back. The snacks she bought before were missing more than half.

Granny drops the bear!

Someone dared to steal my snacks! !

She locked the door when she left, but just now when she opened the door and came in, the door was fine, which proved that she didn't break the lock and come in to steal snacks.

No thief would leave a camera on a shelf to steal worthless snacks.

and so……

Mingshu cast her gaze outside, she rolled up her sleeves, and walked out of the room.

It's been a long time since I saw such a brave person.

Those who offend me will be punished even if they are far away!

The roommate's door was locked, so Mingshu could only knock on the door.

As soon as the door opened, the music inside came out.

There are only short-haired girls in the room, and the previous voice should be who she is videoing with.

The short-haired girl half-closed the door, with a bad expression on her face, and asked stiffly, "What are you doing?"

"Did you take my snacks?" Mingshu looked at the room through the gap. There were a lot of snack packages piled up on the table in the room, obviously the ones she bought.

"I'll take your snacks?" The short-haired girl frowned, her voice was sharp, "Your room is locked like a thief, how can I take your snacks, Jiang Qiao, don't make trouble for nothing."

"You didn't take my snacks, why did my snacks appear in your room, and the snacks became fine, able to run away?" MMP Zhen also dared to take the snacks.

The short-haired girl was a little guilty, but she quickly stuck her neck, "I bought these, and there are so many snacks, so can you buy them?"

Mingshu's tone was still soft, "You bought it, show me the receipt?"

"I... threw it away." The short-haired girl was confident and confident, "You lost your own snacks, why did you ask me, maybe you let it go by yourself, don't make trouble for nothing."

The short-haired girl was about to close the door.

Mingshu held on to the door. The short-haired girl didn't pay attention, so Mingshu pushed the door open.

"What do you want, this is my room." The short-haired girl roared, "Get out for me."

Several of the snacks piled up on the table in the room were imported snacks. Given the girl's previous behavior, it was absolutely impossible for her to buy such expensive snacks.

Mingshu squeezed his fingers, grabbing the short-haired girl and throwing it over his shoulder.

The short-haired girl was stunned by the fall, her eyes dizzy for a while.

"I don't know what I bought?"

"You're insane!" The short-haired girl waved her hands and grabbed Mingshu's face, "Let go of me, Jiang Qiao, let go..."

Mingshu grabbed the short-haired girl's hand and pressed it to the ground, "Are you still sure those snacks are yours?"

The short-haired girl's face slowly turned pale.

She grinned her teeth in pain and yelled in a crying voice, "Why don't I order you some snacks, how much can I eat?"

"You can take my snacks." Mingshu smiled brightly, "Do you know what you are moving?"

The short-haired girl gasped in pain, and the hands that were pressing her arms were icy cold, as if something was piercing her body.

She heard the voice say, "You're my life."

"A little snack...what's your life, you are sick...you let me go...it hurts, help me..."

Girls with short hair have started to speak incoherently.

"Don't worry, I won't die." Mingshu said softly, "I won't even leave any injuries. But if I touch my snacks, I can't charge some interest."

-

The short-haired girl huddled beside the bed, looking at the girl standing by the table in horror, she was the beautiful girl in her impression.

But it's not...

The previous Jiang Qiao wouldn't laugh like this, and it wouldn't be so strange... her temperament was also wrong.

Nothing is right except this familiar skin.

Mingshu knocked on the table, "Buy me a lot of these things."

"I... buy, I buy..." The short-haired girl nodded hurriedly, it was too scary.

"Hey, let's go." Mingshu nodded in satisfaction.

"Now...now?"

"if not?"

It's still early, and there is still a while before the store closes, so you can definitely buy it if you buy it.

The short-haired girl struggled to stand up, only then did she realize that her legs were shaking.

Trembling, she took her purse and clothes, and went out the door as if fleeing.

"Wait a moment."

The short-haired girl froze, not daring to turn her head.

"The key to my room."

The room lock is intact, and the girl with short hair can only open the door to enter.

The short-haired girl didn't dare to hide it, she took out the key from her wallet, turned around tremblingly and handed it to her.

This key was once a girl with short hair needed something, and Jiang Qiao happened to be in a hurry, so he gave her the key and asked her to get it by herself.

The short-haired girl never returned it to Jiang Qiao, and Jiang Qiao probably forgot about it, and never asked her.

Before Mingshu came back with so many things, the short-haired girl saw that several of them were imported snacks. When chatting with friends, when she mentioned the thing called property, she opened the door and went in to get it in a fit of anger.

She originally thought that even if she found out, as long as she didn't admit it, the snacks all looked the same anyway, and she had no proof.

But who knows...

-

The short-haired girl quickly bought back the snacks, and ran away without daring to stay in the apartment.

Mingshu's top priority is to find a new house, she doesn't want her snacks to be coveted.

Wen Xiaqing heard that she was looking for a house, so she asked her agent to inquire about it, but the houses the agent asked were all too expensive, and her current savings were only enough for snacks.

Mingshu looked at the shelf of 'money' and sighed.

How many snacks can this buy?

As long as you get the money from Xinyu Magazine, you should have the rent.

So Mingshu could only pick out the photos first.

The short-haired girl goes out early and returns late every day, avoiding Mingshu, and the living room is cleaned up.

Mingshu basically didn't go out of the room, and the two of them had little interaction, and there was no conflict again.

Editing pictures is not as simple as thought, Mingshu is so repaired that he wants to go on strike.

Why doesn't the original owner have an assistant?

Oh, yes, because of being poor.

This horse riding is really... beeping the dog.

Do all geniuses live like this?

Please let me be an idle rich second generation! !

It is impossible for the second generation to be rich, Mingshu can only edit pictures while eating snacks.

After Director Shang made the third call to remind him, Mingshu packed up and sent the photos.

"Director Shang, do you want a few more?"

Director Shang was looking at the photos, each one was perfect, he was a little shocked.

Hearing Mingshu's words, Director Shang came back to his senses, looked at the quantity, and refused: "The quantity is enough, no more."

This one is all money, even if he is the director, he can't buy it randomly.

"Hey..." Mingshu hung up the phone regretfully, wondering if anyone would buy it after selling it to others.

Director Shang confirmed that there was no problem with the photos, and asked the accountant to settle the bill for Mingshu.

This is the benefit of being a freelance photographer, paying with one hand and delivering with the other.

After receiving the money, Mingshu immediately contacted Wen Xiaqing to move.