On the night of the second day after meeting Song Shi, Ji Fanyin wore glasses and perfected her money-making plan at home.
Song Shiyu didn't call all day, but Ji Fanyin wasn't worried about whether the hooked fish would run away.
She marked Song Shiyu's birthday on the calendar, and organized and archived everything about this person.
Simply put, a file is created for important customers.
- In three days, it will be Song Shiyu's birthday.
In other words, the call must be received the day after tomorrow at the latest, right
After finishing the work, Ji Fanyin glanced at the time on the phone, it was nearly ten o'clock.
She took off her blue-light glasses and stretched, and when she was about to put on a mask and go to sleep, a video call request popped up on the computer, from Ji Xinxin.
In just a few seconds, Ji Fanyin was about to close the computer.
It is worth noting that in fact Ji Xinxin did not neglect Ji Fanyin like her parents and friends; on the contrary, she has always maintained a proper closeness to Ji Fanyin.
When Ji Xinxin's plane landed, Ji Fanyin was one of the first to receive her call.
Thinking that Ji Xinxin is her own wealth code no matter what, Ji Fanyin sat back in the chair and answered the video call.
Usually on the Internet, Ji Xinxin's face jumped out quickly. She was sitting by a floor-to-ceiling window full of sunlight, wearing a gray shirt. This inhuman color was softened infinitely on her body.
"Sister, are you going to sleep?" Ji Xinxin adjusted her white headphones and greeted with a smile.
"If you're half a minute late, I won't be able to receive the video." Ji Fanyin took a sip of water, "The weather in Paris is nice."
"Indeed, it's very rare." Ji Xinxin held her chin and pursed her lips slightly, "I just arrived in Paris a few days ago, and I already miss the sunshine at home a little."
"Three years is still a long time." Ji Fanyin said lazily.
Perhaps her attitude was too peaceful, Ji Xinxin was stunned for a while before asking, "Sister is in a good mood, did something good happen?"
Ji Fanyin was ambiguous: "I figured out something."
"Is that so..." Ji Xinxin lowered her eyes and pondered for a few seconds, "Sister, I want to ask you something, can you not be angry after hearing this?"
"What's up?"
"Shi Yu and I just spoke on the phone yesterday," Ji Xinxin's eyes flickered, she almost asked cautiously, "He told me something about my sister, in fact, that's why I called you today... I want to apologize to you. I didn't… didn't know that you liked the occasion. If I knew, I should have behaved better in front of you… "
She paused in embarrassment, as if she couldn't think of the words to use here.
"... Anyway, sister, I'm sorry."
"What's the conflict between my liking him and his liking you?" Ji Fanyin leaned back in the unergonomic chair and asked casually, "Why did you apologize to me?"
Apart from her own cowardice and fortunately not knowing how to refuse, those shameless men who caused the tragedy of "Ji Fanyin" were the culprits. Although the family members who ignored "Ji Fanyin" were not innocent, they had to be there. The second ladder of evil.
Ji Fanyin was too lazy to think about why Ji Xinxin suddenly made this call to apologize.
She was too lazy to care about the previous love, hatred and hatred of this group of people, as long as she didn't delay her making money.
Ji Xinxin patted her chest and let out a sigh of relief, then smiled: "Sister, it's great if you don't mind. I'll keep a distance from the occasion in the future. Don't worry, sister, I won't be with him."
Ji Fanyin answered noncommittally, thinking: Song Shiyu, miserable.
Ji Xinxin asked across the computer again, "Does my sister still like him now?"
She asked without any scheming, as if she was just talking casually, innocent and sweet.
So Ji Fanyin answered casually: "Loving is not something you can give up overnight."
"...I still like him." Ji Xinxin repeated with a smile, "I see."
Ji Xinxin seemed to be calling for this matter. After this conversation ended, she quickly hung up with Ji Fanyin saying good night.
Ji Fanyin closed the thin and light laptop, put the glasses on it, and threw this matter to the back of her mind.
It wasn't until she checked the [Temptation to Go Home] account details on the third day that she realized something was wrong.
- It was after ten o'clock the night before yesterday, which was almost the time when the video ended. Ji Xinxin contributed a full 160,000 emotional income.
After that, she contributed several other records one after another.
Yesterday, Song Shiyu and Ji Xinxin almost recorded two emotional points. They must have talked about her when they were chatting
The details and the role of the detective were unexpected by Ji Fanyin.
She leaned back in her chair and pondered: Although she didn't know what mental activities Ji Xinxin was doing in that short video call, everyone's mood swings were quite violent.
It’s no wonder that the broken APP has to separate the emotions as an explanation.
But it is also, the emotional fluctuations in the dog blood drama have always been violent, and the plain dog blood is not called dog blood.
Stand-in literature is an evergreen tree in dog blood themes.
Staring at Ji Xinxin's 160,000 for a while, Ji Fanyin tapped the touchpad to open her plan again, pondered for a moment and made a few changes.
Well, occasionally it can be appropriate to stimulate everyone's emotions.
In the middle of the revision, Ji Fanyin's cell phone rang.
Her typing on the keyboard stopped for a moment.
The phone is in Do Not Disturb mode, and only one user group can call in.
And in that user group, there is only one person lying down now.
Ji Fanyin didn't let Song Shiyu wait long, she turned the face-down phone over and put it to her ear: "Hello."
Song Shiyu's voice was a little tight: "Tomorrow, all day."
"Okay. My working hours are from nine in the morning to twenty-four in the evening." Ji Fanyin listened to the phone and finished the final revision of the document with one hand, opened a schedule of online updates, and selected the length of tomorrow's work. A long column, "Are you sure to make an appointment for fifteen hours?"
"... Confirm." Song Shiyu said solemnly, "I will send it to you later, that's all."
"The transfer is reserved." Ji Fanyin calmly reminded him.
Song Shiyu hung up the phone without saying anything.
In just one minute, Ji Fanyin received the transfer from Song Shiyu, as if 1.5 million were just a steel shovel thrown into the water.
Ji Fanyin likes this style of treating money as dung.
It was Song Shiyu's generosity that made her have two million in her bank account.
Although the countdown to go home is still full of -9,997,637,851.00, at least the beginning is smooth, isn't it
Ji Fanyin smiled and closed the [Temptation to Go Home], opened Song Shiyu's chat window, and began to accept customer service requests.
Song Shiyu was obviously thinking on the spot, so he asked to send it one by one, fast and slow.
Ji Fanyin waited patiently, until Song Shiyu didn't move for five minutes, then she asked with a good temper: [Is that all?]
Song Shiyu showed "The other party is typing..." for a long time, and finally only one word was sent.
Ji Fanyin replied with a "Thank you boss" emoji, copied the scattered chat records into the document, and prepared for tomorrow's work.
Song Shiyu's request was not too much trouble. He even delivered the matching skirts, shoes and jewelry to Ji Fanyin's address that night.
When Ji Fanyin was knocked on the door, she thought it was a takeaway, but she knew she was wrong as soon as she saw the female clerk in a suit and skirt and the first-line big-name box in her hand.
After receiving the gift box, Ji Fanyin didn't try it on immediately, but pondered for a moment and took out her phone to check it.
Song Shiyu gave gifts worth 80,000 yuan.
Sure enough, chattels and real estate are counted in the same way as bank transfers.
Ji Fanyin threw the expensive skirt on the bed and laughed.
Ten billion seems far away, but it is not impossible to achieve.
Just look at how long the leeks can grow.
…
Song Shiyu deleted all the mean words, and finally frowned and typed the word "um" in the input box, scribbled it to Ji Fanyin, and then threw the phone beside him out of sight.
After returning from the last meeting with Ji Fanyin, Song Shiyu began to feel weak.
In the past, Song Shiyu only liked to look at Ji Fanyin's face, and felt that it was worthy of Ji Xinxin's twin; but as long as Ji Fanyin moved and spoke, he immediately became different from Ji Xinxin.
He clearly knew that Ji Fanyin was not Ji Xinxin, but... During those three hours, Ji Fanyin was simply the living Ji Xinxin.
After Ji Fanyin left that day, Song Shiyu was so annoyed that he almost threw the cup in the western restaurant.
The day after he went back, he called Ji Xinxin out of the blue and tried twice before Ji Xinxin picked it up.
Her voice was still the same happy and relaxing: "Cheng Yu, do you have anything to do with me?"
"Well..." Song Shiyu paused, but said without any burden, "I have never told you one thing, your sister likes me, she confessed to me."
"How could—" Ji Xinxin was surprised and blamed herself: "Then you confessed to me the day before I left, my sister must be very sad. If I had known this, I would have... "
"You don't have to do anything, she knows I like you and what I'm going to do that day, and she accepts it." Song Shiyu comforted his kind sweetheart, "You don't need to feel guilty, I just think about it and feel you should know about it."
Ji Xinxin was silent for a while, and then sighed on the other end of the phone.
She said quietly: "So my sister likes you."
"But I only like you." Song Shiyu said affirmatively.
The moment he said this, Song Shiyu almost immediately felt that the depression in his chest dissipated, which made him feel relieved.
—Yes, the only person I like is Ji Xinxin.
However, two days later, Song Shiyu received a call from Ji Xinxin again.
She sobbed and said, "I called my sister, and she said she still likes you. ... Shi Yu, can you stop liking me? I don't want to make my sister sad."
Song Shiyu was silent for a long time: "I'm sorry, Xinxin. I can meet many of your requests, but I can't do this."
When he hung up the call, Song Shiyu could almost taste the faint smell of rust in his throat, as if he had just been punched in the chest.
Ji Fanyin can no longer be contacted. If Xinxin finds out, she will definitely be angry.
Song Shiyu, who thought so, endured for a day.
Just one day.
The last time, and then really broke up with her.
Thinking like this, he called Ji Fanyin: "...Tomorrow, all day."