Lose 100 million today

Chuzheng returned to Jinshi Tianxiang.

"Miss Ruan, I really..."

Chuzheng sat down on the chair and said angrily: "I'll buy a stake, and I'll let you open this store nationwide."

Boss of Jinshi Tianxiang: "..."

The boss of Jinshi Tianxiang doesn’t understand.

"Miss Ruan, since you have money, you can open it yourself, why do you have to buy it from me?"

Although Jinshi Tianxiang is very famous in this city, it is a high-end restaurant.

But if you really want to put it among those famous ones, Jinshi Tianxiang is nothing.

"You think I do." He's not that bastard!

"If you don't want to, then why buy it?"

Chu Zheng was about to slip up, so she straightened her expression: "I'm very optimistic about you, you have the potential to be on Forbes."

Boss of Jinshi Tianxiang: "..." I heard you brag, Forbes is owned by your family!

-

Chuzheng left Jinshi Tianxiang with the contract.

[Look, little sister, I said there is nothing money can’t solve. If so, you must be spending money in the wrong way. 】Wang Zhehao said excitedly, consolidating the knowledge that if you have money, you can do whatever you want.

Chuzheng: "..."

[As long as you spend money in the right way, a net worth of tens of billions is not enough. 】

"..."

Chuzheng didn't bother to bother with the King's Number and blocked it directly.

Chuzheng had just taken a few steps when she saw Qiao Ling standing at the intersection in front of her.

He looked down at his phone and then left in one direction.

A few minutes later, Qiao Li came back.

He looked around blankly.

Chuzheng didn't quite understand what it was like to be a road idiot, but the buildings around him clearly showed it.

Chuzheng watched Qiao Ling wandering around.

Probably because he was tired, Qiao Ling gave up.

He went and stood in the shade.

"Qiao Ling."

Hearing the sound, Qiao Li was slightly startled and turned his head to look over.

The girl stood under the scorching sun. The sunlight shone in her hair, and her whole body was filled with light. However, she gave people a feeling of coldness and alienation, which was incompatible with the scorching sun.

Qiao Ling pulled down the earphones and lightly opened her lips: "Teacher?"

"be lost?"

"...Hmm." Qiao Li lowered his head slightly, seeming a little embarrassed.

"Back to school?"

"Um."

Chuzheng sighed inwardly, the good guy Ka was really pitiful.

"Let's go."

Qiao Ling followed Chu Zheng to school in silence.

"What are you doing here?"

It's quite far from the school. How did he get here? !

"Eat." Qiao Ling replied.

"Eating so far away?"

"……Um."

Qiao Ling didn't talk much, and Chu Zheng was also a person who cherished words like gold, so naturally he wouldn't run out of things to talk about, so he walked in tandem.

-

At this point in time, it was still early and the school was on lunch break. The school gate didn't even open, and Qiao Ling couldn't get in.

Chu Zheng in the big sun wanted to go back and take a nap.

"You can find a place to rest by yourself." Chuzheng said to Qiao Lian, "I'm going back first."

Qiao Li nodded, thanked him in a low voice, walked to the shade and sat down, put on his headphones, and looked in the direction of the school gate in silence.

Chuzheng walked some distance away and looked back, and saw exactly this scene.

The sun shone through the gaps in the tree crowns, falling mottledly on the ground and on the boy.

The slender young man's back was straight, but somehow revealed a sense of loneliness and sadness.

Chuzheng walked back.

A shadow fell in front of Qiao Ling. He raised his eyes slightly, and the girl's face was reflected in his clear eyes: "Teacher?"

"The school gates won't open until an hour later. Come back with me first."

"oh."

Chuzheng lives alone now and is not afraid to take him back.

"Come in."

Qiao Lian looked around first, not sure what he was confirming, and walked in after a few minutes.

Chuzheng asked him to enter the bedroom, which had air conditioning.

Chuzheng poured him a glass of water: "Aren't you hot?"

Qiao Ling looked at his clothes and shook his head: "It's not hot."

Chuzheng glanced at the fine sweat on his forehead but didn't give him away.

Chuzheng also wanted to change his homework so that he could stay alone.

Qiao Ling was so quiet that Chu Zheng could hardly feel his presence. Chuzheng corrected half of her homework, but when she turned around, the boy fell asleep leaning on the chair.

The fine hair fell on his forehead.

Chuzheng stood up carefully, stepped forward, stretched out her hand, and touched the soft hair with her fingertips.

She glanced at the boy's closed eyes, pressed them down gently, and rubbed them.

Chuzheng's expression suddenly became serious.

So soft! So soft! !

The young man's eyelashes trembled, and he opened his eyes in confusion: "Teacher?"

"Go to bed and sleep." Chuzheng retracted her hand as if nothing had happened, "I'll call you later."

The young man rubbed his eyes and said in a sleepy voice: "Thank you, teacher, I'm fine..."

Chuzheng pulled him up and pushed him directly onto the bed: "Sleep."

Qiao Ling watched Chu Zheng return to the table, sit down and continue grading homework.

He was currently lying on the teacher's bed, with a faint cold fragrance lingering on his nose, which was refreshing.

Qiao Ling's calm inner lake slightly rippled.

He slowly closed his eyes.

-

Qiao Ling is late most of the time - because he is lost.

Chuzheng took him to school today and arrived at the school on time. Everyone in the class found it strange that Qiao Ling was not late today.

Chuzheng’s second class in the afternoon.

As soon as she entered the classroom, the classroom, which still had some noise, became quiet.

Chuzheng was very satisfied with their self-consciousness, opened the book and started class.

Qiao Li, who had been either sleeping or writing and drawing by himself before, actually started attending classes today.

However, before listening to half of the class, the boy fell asleep and finally lay down.

Chuzheng shook her head and lowered her lecture voice.

When get out of class was over, Chuzheng remembered something and knocked on the table to quiet down the increasingly lively classroom.

"If you want to participate in the cultural festival next month, please come to me and get a registration form."

The school originally did not plan to allow senior high school students to participate in the cultural festival because it would be a waste of time.

But some teachers feel that studying in the senior year of high school is so hard, and it is a good opportunity for them to relax.

So in the end, those who are willing to participate in the senior high school can participate, and those who are unwilling are not forced to do so.

Meng Yu was the first to get the registration form.

"Teacher, let me get one for Qiao Lian," Meng Yu said suddenly.

"Um?"

Meng Yu smiled and said, "Teacher, Qiao Ling said he also wants to participate."

"Really?" Chuzheng said calmly, "Let him do it by himself."

Meng Yu: "..."

Meng Yu stood still, and Chu Zheng asked her, "Is there anything else?"

"No...it's okay." Meng Yu came out of the office, looked behind him strangely, and then looked at the registration form in his hand.

Isn’t it easy to get the registration form?

Meng Yu returned to the classroom humming a little song. He glanced over at Qiao Ling, who was listening to the song and looking out the window with his chin propped up.

-

The registration forms were filled out one after another and returned to Chu Zheng.

The cultural festival lasts for two days, so each class has two to three spots for the program, but there are far more people signing up. Chuzheng has to shortlist those who can finally participate.

However, not many people signed up for this class.

Just five registration forms.

When Chu Zheng turned to the end, he saw Qiao Liao's name.

She never gave Qiao Ling the registration form...