Overlord insists on giving me money [Entertainment]

"Then I'll cook for you tomorrow morning. Thank you for sending me back. Goodbye." Meng Yanzhang waved goodbye to Duan Jiangqiu standing outside the car window, and did not forget to say goodbye to Secretary Liang who pretended to be a deaf-mute all the way in front.

"See you tomorrow." Duan Jiangqiu tried his best to keep the smile on his face.

It was not until Meng Yanzhang went upstairs and the lights in the room came on that Duan Jiangqiu let Liang Wensi drive.

The smile on his face also cooled down, and he took out his mobile phone and called Ji Xiuyang.

Ji Xiuyang received a call from Duan Jiangqiu at night, full of joy, thinking that Faxiao finally remembered him, and asked him to go out for a drink, but as soon as he answered the phone, he heard Duan Jiangqiu questioning: "Is the manager you mentioned top-notch? How fast?" So slow? With such low efficiency, why hasn’t your company closed down yet?”

Ji Xiuyang: "..."

"Duan Jiangqiu, I'm fucking you! I want to break up with you!"

"Don't Xiao miss my uncle. My uncle has been buried in the ground for a long time." Duan Jiangqiu said indifferently.

Ji Xiuyang: "..." He really wanted to break up with Duan Jiangqiu all the time.

"Anyway, I want Meng Yanzhang to sign in Yuhui within three days." Duan Jiangqiu didn't care about Ji Xiuyang's explosion, and directly gave the order to die.

After hearing this, Ji Xiuyang exploded even more violently, "Three days? You can find someone else, Pengfei's water is very deep, it's not so easy to deal with, especially Meng Yanzhang's manager, his methods are very dirty. Do you know that for you This little love, how much money do I have to lose?!"

"You said earlier that problems that can be solved with money are not considered problems. The money spent on Meng Yanzhang will be counted on me. I don't care how much you spend. I only look at the results. Three days later, Meng Yanzhang is Yu Hui's. Artist." Duan Jiangqiu immediately slacked off when he heard that it was about money.

Ji Xiuyang on the other end of the phone was silent for a while, and asked suspiciously: "Duan Jiangqiu, have you been lowered?"

Duan Jiangqiu narrowed his eyes and said, "Then can I tell you about your nine-year-old bedwetting? Anyway, I'm not clear-headed."

"Damn! You...I really convinced you, ancestor, you can threaten me repeatedly for so many years, don't you get tired of it?" Ji Xiuyang was really going to be tortured to the point of madness by Duan Jiangqiu at night.

"Of course not, as long as it works." Duan Jiangqiu raised the corners of his lips slightly, revealing a smug smile.

Ji Xiuyang really felt that once he contacted Duan Jiangqiu, he would be seriously injured.

"Since the father of the funder has spoken, I will ask someone to do it now."

"After the contract comes out, give me a copy, and I'll see if there is anything that needs to be changed." Duan Jiangqiu reminded.

"You're not even satisfied with the highest contract. Do you want to draw up a special edition for him?" Ji Xiuyang was terrified. For this Meng Yanzhang, Mr. Meng's curiosity reached its peak in an instant. What kind of talent could make Duan Jiangqiu lose Mind?

Duan Jiangqiu raised the corners of his lips, "It's not impossible."

"Duan Jiangqiu, you are finished." Ji Xiuyang concluded.

Of course he knew that he was finished, he knew it in his previous life.

Duan Jiangqiu looked at the busy traffic outside the window, and his thoughts went back to his college days. On a foggy morning, there was a clear figure standing by the lake, speaking Mandarin with a very landmark accent, struggling to recite tongue twisters.

As if thinking of something that made him happy, Duan Jiangqiu chuckled lightly in the back seat.

"Has Duan always thought of Mr. Meng?" Liang Wensi's voice came from the driver's seat.

Duan Jiangqiu raised his foot and kicked the back of the chair, "Talking."

It seems so.Secretary Liang thought about it.

……

Turn on the light in the room, there is no one in the room, there are still leftover potato chips on the table, and paper balls are thrown on the ground.

No need to think about it, Meng Yanzhang could guess Deng Yewei's thoughts, climbed up to Boss Hu, and had a backer, what else was there to be afraid of, Meng Yanzhang should be the one to be afraid of.

After a tiring day, Meng Yanzhang took a quick shower, and the touch of Duan Jiangqiu's hug still seemed to remain on his waist, and his ears could still recall the softness and burning of his lips when they brushed them.

He touched his waist, pinched his ears, and splashed hot water on his face.

Physical fatigue caused Meng Yanzhang to fall into a dark dream soon.

Early the next morning, Meng Yanzhang took the address Duan Jiangqiu had given him and drove to Duan Jiangqiu's home by car.

Duan Jiangqiu deliberately told the security guard that someone would come to visit him today, and after the security guard confirmed Meng Yanzhang's information, he opened the door and let him in.

This is a well-known high-end villa group. If it weren't for Meng Yanzhang's ability to recognize the way, he would really be lost when he came here for the first time.

Carrying the vegetables bought nearby, Meng Yanzhang entered the password Duan Jiangqiu told him, and successfully entered Duan Jiangqiu's home.

Duan Jiangqiu's house has three floors, the living room on the first floor, the living room on the second floor, the third floor is a place for leisure and fitness, and there is an indoor swimming pool.

The lighting effect of the house is very good. The morning sun shines on the floor of the house through the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Outside the window is a lush green lawn and a swimming pool full of water.

The kitchen in his house is open, with all the kitchen utensils, clean as if they were new, but when Meng Yanzhang approached, he found that it was either new or new.

Meng Yanzhang is not very clear whether Duan Jiangqiu likes Chinese breakfast or Western style. He personally prefers Chinese style, but considering that Duan Jiangqiu has been living abroad before, he still chooses to have Western food this morning.

Fortunately, he once worked in a western restaurant, and he is very good at simple western food.

Seeing that the breakfast was almost ready and there was no movement upstairs, Meng Yanzhang glanced at his phone, it was exactly eight o'clock.

The sound of "crashing" made Meng Yanzhang turn his head to look at the source of the sound.

The clear brilliance fell, and the golden sunlight cast a halo on the figure in the pool. The jet-black hair was wet by the water, sticking to his neck, and the water droplets rolled down on his sunken collarbone. , so white that it shines.

Meng Yanzhang stared blankly at the direction of the swimming pool. If there really was a mermaid, it would probably be like this. The beauty is so breathtaking that you forget to breathe.

Duan Jiangqiu picked up the white towel, wiped his hair, and casually draped the towel over his shoulders. Standing in the sun, he smiled at Meng Yanzhang inside.

A crisp and numb electric current spread from his fingertips to his heart. I don't know if it was his illusion, but Meng Yanzhang always felt that Duan Jiangqiu was flirting with him just now.

Looking up again, Duan Jiangqiu was gone by the swimming pool, and he had gone into the house to take a shower and change clothes.

Sure enough, 10 minutes later, Duan Jiangqiu came down from the second floor neatly dressed.

It's spring now, and he didn't wear a suit, but an off-white woolen sweater. The clothes were loose, and he could see his delicate collarbone when he looked down. His freshly blown hair, still a little damp, stuck to his On his slender neck, his skin is whiter than snow.

Duan Jiangqiu in this outfit looks lazy and sexy, obviously not showing anything, but when his pair of peach blossom eyes that look forward to shine come over, you will have the illusion that he is seducing you.

Meng Yanzhang brought breakfast to the table, "I don't know whether you like Chinese food or Western food. I made Western food today. If you don't like it, I will make Chinese food for you tomorrow."

"You've worked hard, it's fine, I don't choose. Have you eaten it?" Duan Jiangqiu asked with his head sideways.

"I ate it on the way here." Meng Yanzhang sold deep-fried dough sticks and soy milk downstairs, and this is what he ate this morning.

One minute later, Meng Yanzhang saw Duan Jiangqiu's lack of pickiness.

I don't eat lettuce, I don't eat raw tomato slices, and I pick and choose some chicken in the whole sandwich.

"I don't like the sliced ​​bread sold outside, it's not fresh."

Duan Jiangqiu held a fork in his hand, and he recognized the vegetable salad, "Can I trouble you to make me a cup of coffee?"

Meng Yanzhang stood aside, somewhat speechless, "Of course."

"The coffee beans are in the upper cabinet." Duan Jiangqiu pointed him in the direction.

Meng Yanzhang worked in a coffee shop before, and his coffee making skills are very good. Early in the morning, he finally satisfied Master Duan with one thing.

"Thank you, the breakfast is delicious." Duan Jiangqiu put down the fork before taking a few mouthfuls, picked up the coffee and squinted his eyes to enjoy it.

He is like a lazy and noble cat.

Meng Yanzhang looked at him and thought to himself.

Seeing Duan Jiangqiu wasting a lot of food, Meng Yanzhang, a poor man, felt very heartbroken.

He cleaned it up again and again, and said, "If you have any taboos, you can tell me."

Duan Jiangqiu thought for a while and said, "I have nothing against you."

Meng Yanzhang: "..." He wanted to pack up and go home.

"I won't come back for dinner tonight." Duan Jiangqiu walked to the door and said to Meng Yanzhang.

"Okay." Meng Yanzhang didn't expect today's work to end so easily.

Before leaving, Duan Jiangqiu looked at Meng Yanzhang hesitantly, and said, "If you run back and forth like this, you should wake up very early in the morning. You can move here. My house has a lot of vacant rooms, so it's convenient for you to take care of me."

Meng Yanzhang thought to himself, here, Duan Jiangqiu really wants to sneak up on him, but this time it is more tactful.

But now he hasn't terminated the contract with Pengfei. If he moved here rashly, Hong Bin would ask Duan Jiangqiu for a lot of benefits. Thinking of this, Meng Yanzhang suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.

If he really wanted to say what he was upset about, he couldn't say it. He took care of Duan Jiangqiu, and Duan Jiangqiu gave him convenience. It was an exchange of equal value, but as long as he thought that Hong Bin would take advantage of it, he would be very upset.

Hong Bin's bedbugs in the gutter appeared in front of Duan Jiangqiu's eyes, which stained Duan Jiangqiu's eyes.

"It's okay, it's not too early." Meng Yanzhang tactfully refused, he paused, and then said, "It's hard to explain to the manager."

Duan Jiangqiu let out an irritable "tsk" in his heart, and he was a manager again, which was really a stumbling block on Meng Yanzhang's way to become rich.

"That's fine. If you need it, you can move in at any time without telling me."

After sending Duan Jiangqiu away, Meng Yanzhang cleaned Duan Jiangqiu's home, and just after he left his community, he received a call from his agent Hong Bin.

"Fuck|you|Mom, dog. Day's thing, you fucking think that you can make a fortune and get rid of me if you climb to the top, don't you?! Let me tell you, you, Meng Yanzhang, will never fly out of Lao Tzu's hands in your whole life, If you want to terminate the contract, dream of your mother!"

In the warm morning, Hong Bin's voice reappeared like a nightmare, constantly echoing in Meng Yanzhang's ears and mind, and the blood in his body was instantly cooled.