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Chapter 197 197: Zhaoli is acting like a hooligan, and the little spoiled man obeys

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    "If you think I've lost money, don't make me angry anymore and serve me well, do you understand?"

    Her hand was cold, and she touched him through a layer of fabric.

    He remained motionless and was stunned for a long time before nodding: "Yes."

    Seeing that his ears were red, Qin Zhaoli felt better. He took his hand out of his trouser pocket and sat back on the chair: "I will help you find a house. It won't be too exaggerated. You can live with your sister and you can work part-time.  Resign and go back to school."

    Jiang Zhuo did not agree immediately, and asked cautiously: "Can I not refuse to be the resident singer? I will only go a few nights a week, and it will not delay my studies."

    ¡°Okay, I¡¯ll say hello to the manager over there later and ask him to look after you.¡±

    He hummed and sat down on the edge of the single bed, not far nor close to her.

    Qin Zhaoli didn¡¯t speak, and he also kept quiet. He didn¡¯t take the initiative to stir up the topic. He sat in a very upright and awkward posture, but he didn¡¯t dare to look at her. He kept staring at the buttons of her windbreaker.

    He is so honest that people want to bully him.

    "Are you very hot?"

    His ears were still red, and Qin Zhaoli wanted to pinch them.

    His Adam's apple moved: "Hmm."

    How can I deal with being so shy in the future?

    Qin Zhaoli decided to let him go first: "I'm hungry, get me something to eat."

    Jiang Zhuo then raised his head and looked at her: "Is fried rice okay?"

    "Can."

    "Wait me a moment."

    Qin Zhaoli hadn't had lunch yet, and the meeting was almost at two o'clock. Just after the meeting, the 4S store called and asked her to pick up the car. She didn't know what happened to her, so she just pulled the car over to him.

    Jiang Zhuo went to cook.

    The room can be read at a glance, and there is nothing to see. Qin Zhaoli took a book from him and flipped through a few pages. She couldn't understand the content of the book, so she was reading his notes.

    His handwriting is good, just like his person, clean and dignified.

    There is no kitchen in the basement. There is a table in the corner under the stairs. There is an induction cooker, a soup pot, and a rice cooker on the table. There is a cardboard box under the table. There are a few packages of instant noodles and a few hams in the box.  , a few eggs, a carrot.

    There was leftover rice from lunch in the rice cooker. He made egg fried rice and fried two poached eggs. It only took a while to finish it.

    He put it on a plate and carried it to the room.

    "The meal is ready."

    Qin Zhaoli put down the book and he brought the rice over. As soon as her hand touched the bowl, she retracted it.

    "Hot."

    Jiang Zhuo didn¡¯t think too much. He grabbed her hand and blew on the area that was reddened by the bowl: ¡°Does it hurt?¡±

    Qin Zhaoli said nothing.

    He raised his head and his eyes met hers. He immediately let go and looked away: "You eat, I'll hold it."

    He gave her the chopsticks and squatted down, looking at the book at the end of the bed.

    Qin Zhaoli looked at his hand: "Aren't your hands hot?"

    She knew there were calluses on his hands, so how could there be no calluses on his piano-playing hands? When he just pulled her downstairs, those calluses made her wrists itch.

    He looked away, leaving his profile to her. She could just see the hearing aid behind his ear and the red earlobes.

    He said: "I have thick skin and am not afraid of getting burned."

    Fool.

    ??You blush easily and are thick-skinned?

    Qin Zhaoli stood up from the chair and put the plate of fried rice on the chair: "Let it cool before eating."

    The room was too small, there were clutter everywhere, and the space was very crowded. There was no room for the two of them to put a chair.  There are no beds in the basement, and the air is thin, making your chest feel hot and making it difficult to breathe.

    Jiang Zhuo struggled for a long time and asked Qin Zhaoli cautiously: "Do you want to sit on the bed?"

    "Yeah." She sat down.

    He stuck it there like a piece of wood.

    "What are you standing for? Sit down." Qin Zhaoli was not restrained at all, more like the owner of the room.

    On the contrary, Jiang Zhuo felt uncomfortable, sitting next to her like a waiter receiving a guest for the first time in a flower house.

    Qin Zhaoli stared at him like a prostitute, watching his face turn red little by little.

    His eyelashes fluttered and he stammered: "What, what's wrong?"

    The prostitute said, "Don't move."

    He stopped moving.

    Qin Zhaoli raised his face and leaned towards her, his eyelashes trembling even more.p; Zhao Linlin: ""

    If you want to get rich suddenly, you want to be like Mr. Qin.

    ??Really want to.

    Qin Zhaoli told her: "Be more careful and don't let my grandpa find out."

    Zhao Linlin understood that after all, Qin always had a fianc¨¦, and the fianc¨¦ was personally appointed by the old man. If the little lover outside was discovered

    "Yes, Mr. Qin."

    "Help me find a house." Qin Zhaoli said.

    Zhao Linlin started the car: "Villa?"

    "Three bedrooms will do."

    Jiang Zhuo wants to take his sister with him, so the villa is not suitable.

    "When I buy another cello, I want the best one."

    "Okay, Mr. Qin."

    Qin Zhaoli closed his eyes: "Call me when you get to the company."

    In the evening, Rong Li sent Guangguang to Qin Zhaoli.

    After midnight, the main personality switched back. At nine o'clock in the morning, Rong Li went to pick up Xu Tanxi. Today happened to be Saturday and she didn't have to go to work. Rong Li drove the car outside the shopping mall.

    ¡°Yaoyao, buy me a ring.¡±

    She responded to his every request: "Okay."

    "You don't even ask why."

    "Is there a special reason?" She thought it was just a simple want.

    ¡°There was a female student at school who asked me for WeChat, and I told her that I was married.¡± (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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