You sell swords, I go crazy, join hands to rectify the entertainment industry

"..."

Meng Wanyu was stunned on the spot. At this moment, she felt that she was not well.

After a long silence, I still didn't want to let go of the handle so easily, and struggled to death with an ugly face:

"But... isn't ATM a cash machine?"

"..."

Qi Yue was already dissatisfied with the ATM, but now he frowned impatiently facing Meng Wanyu who was still hopping around in his minefield.

Definitively define the nature of the cash machine:

"Fart, the cash machine is tkj."

After finishing speaking, disregarding Meng Wanyu's even more ugly face, she lowered her eyes to the woman who was smiling wantonly with her eyebrows bent, her eyes were inconspicuously condensed.

The tone is slightly dissatisfied:

"It's seven o'clock, and if you visit customers again, you'll be dead entertained."

"Pfft..."

Jiang Qiyu felt that she was wronged, and smiled at him resentfully, then took out a thick stack of invoices in her hand, counted them happily, and then waved her big hand boldly:

"Go, eat something good!"

-

After leaving the door of the mall, it was already dark outside.

Jiang Qiyu easily found the representative [Beijing a 886sb].

He was walking towards that side with the things in his hand, but was suddenly overtaken by a light-colored figure.

Meng Wanyu quickly opened the door of the back seat, and showed a slightly provocative smile to Jiang Qiyu:

"I'm not feeling well today and want to sit in the back. Sister Jiang won't mind?"

Qi Yu usually sits in the back row with Zhao Jin driving. She doesn't want Jiang Qiyu, a scheming woman, to sit with brother Qi Yu, so she naturally wants to grab the back seat first.

When Jiang Qiyu heard the words, she looked at her calmly, and shook her head calmly.

Meng Wanyu raised her chin and smiled contemptuously, and was about to sit in the car immediately:

"Since you don't mind, then I..."

But just as she stepped into the car with her left foot, she heard the flat voice:

"No, I don't mind."

Hearing this, she immediately opened her eyes, and was about to ask who she was Qi Yu's elder brother, when Jiang Qiyu said with concern on her face:

"Why don't you sit in a Maybach if you don't feel well? Why don't I call 120 for you?"

"I just......"

She froze in place, and was about to speak out to refute, but her body was pulled by a force and suddenly took two steps back.

Qi Yu who was following behind was not as good-tempered as Jiang Qiyu. He pulled Meng Wanyu away and said impatiently:

"Sick? Then I'll ask Zhao Jin to take you to the hospital."

After finishing speaking, he took the packing bag from Jiang Qiyu's hand with ease and put it in the back of the car, and closed the car door with a "bang".

The movements are smooth and flowing in one go.

After finishing all this, he glanced down at Meng Wanyu, who was blushing, and said solemnly:

"Don't kill me in the car."

"Brother Qi Yu..."

Seeing that Meng Wanyu was about to start making trouble, Zhao Jin, who had been by Qi Yue's side for a long time, immediately stepped forward.

He first put the packing bag in his hand on the other side of the back row.

Then he stepped forward and stood in front of Qi Yue and handed over the Maybach car keys, showing a professional smile:

"President Qi, don't worry, I will definitely send Miss Meng back safely."

"Ah."

Qi Yue took the key, walked around to the driver and opened the door.

Looking at Jiang Qiyu who was still standing there watching the fun, she frowned slightly:

"Waiting for food?"

Seeing this situation, Jiang Qiyu, who was suddenly addicted to old slaves, dared not be negligent, and immediately bowed:

"Whoo!"

"..."

As for Zhao Jin and Meng Wanyu, they could only watch the 4.8″ pure black Maybach disappear before their eyes.

All that was left to them was the one that was so arrogant that it exploded:

【Beijing a · 886sb】

-

It wasn't until they were alone in the car that Jiang Qiyu dared to turn around and look at the man beside him who was holding the steering wheel with one hand.

"Then what..."

"..."

Obviously feeling the coolness coming from the man, Jiang Qiyu swallowed her saliva, and said cautiously:

"atm is actually..."

"What is it?"

Qi Yu looked at the front without squinting, and his tone was so calm that he couldn't hear any emotion.

"Yes......"

Jiang Qiyu got stuck for a while, she really couldn't make up a more convincing reason than Ultraman, so she simply said:

"That's what you said, Ultraman."

"Humph."

Qi Yu slowed down the speed of the car, and glanced at her casually, the stagnant atmosphere in the air disappeared, but his mouth was still tough:

"You think I'm going to get mad at you for a note?"

"How can it be."

Jiang Qiyu hasn't forgotten that he is a client today, so she followed his words and said with a smile:

"True love will not blame, just like Cantonese people will not blame herbal tea for being useless, but blame themselves for being too angry."

Young Master Qi, who was shunned, didn't care about her nonsensical metaphors at all, and raised his eyebrows in a brisk tone:

"As long as you know."

After finishing speaking, he suddenly remembered something, coughed lightly, pretending to be casual and said:

"Hey, that note..."

"Change! Change it immediately!"

Jiang Qiyu frowned, and immediately took out her mobile phone to operate.

After changing it, I immediately showed it to him.

Qi Yu turned his head and glanced, the smile on his lips could no longer be concealed:

"Prince Antelope?"

"Uh-huh."

She took back her phone and pointed to the famous five-star hotel in city a ahead:

"There! There! Let's eat something good today."

Qi Yu frowned slightly, kicked the gas pedal to the door of the hotel, stopped the car and then tilted his head to look at her:

"I'm Prince Antelope, what about you?"

"I?"

Jiang Qi, who was unfastening her seat belt, was delighted, she paused for a moment, then approached him with a smile, and hooked her fingers mysteriously:

"You open the car door and I'll tell you."

Under the dim lighting of the interior, the man looked down at her fair little face that was not made up, but was still flimsy.

The flickering slender eyelashes seemed to be scratching his heart.

Qi Yu slightly staggered his gaze, and raised his hand to unlock the central lock.

Jiang Qiyu leaned to the left again, her pink lips parted slightly as if she was about to say something, and the hand behind her back quietly opened the car door...

In this small and ambiguous space in the car, she leaned close to the man's ear, exhaling like blue:

"Of course I am..."

While speaking, the passenger door suddenly opened, and she immediately pulled away like a live loach.

Only one answer full of smiles was left to the man in the car:

"Of course I'm human!"