A Simple Way To Give Money

Chapter 9

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He Jing was a little disappointed with the boy he couldn't hold hands with and take care of at will.

But he can't help it - he really can't bear Zhou Cheng's dissatisfaction.

We've only known each other for a few days, and every move of this man affects his heart, so he can't help but want to take a closer look.

Seeing that there was no one around, He Jing snuggled into Zhou Cheng's arms bit by bit.

The other party hugged him, and through his strong chest, he could even hear Zhou Cheng's steady heartbeat gradually speeding up.

He raised his eyes slightly, a pair of deer-like eyes looked at the opponent's chin with mist. Although Zhou Cheng was penniless and depended entirely on him for support, the man's personal appearance was very neat, and there was only a shallow layer of stubble on his chin, which was obviously carefully shaved.

He Jing tiptoed slightly and licked the man's chin lightly.

Some tingling, some itching.

Some want people to move on.

The person holding him trembled unconsciously, and a trace of tranquility flashed in his eyes looking at him.

"...don't make trouble." Zhou Cheng's voice was low.

"oh… "

He Jing still lowered his head.

He is good at everything with this little boy, but how does he look... Not only is he abstinent on the surface, but he is also very abstinent on the inside

"Zhou Cheng."

"Um?"

"What kind do you like?" He Jing asked him, "Is there something I didn't do well?" It was the first time he took care of someone else, and there was always something he didn't notice.

Zhou Cheng has been sleeping with him in a separate room for the past two days, so he must still be dissatisfied.

He anxiously waited for the man's answer, but unexpectedly, the man kissed him on the forehead dotingly, his eyes were soft and distressed: "Actually, I don't know, it's good that you are like this."

Zhou Dashao's life of being a boss since he was a child made him never come into contact with a soul love. It was the first time he tried to get close to a person like this, and he really didn't know what kind of person he liked.

He Jing couldn't take his eyes off every time he smiled.

He added: "Just smile more."

He Jing was startled, and understood.

-I do not know what that means? It means inexperienced! !

He is so happy.

One of his virgins adopted another virgin, it was a great joy in life—what a ghost.

No wonder they are still holding hands in Plato these two days, these two people are both chickens, of course no one can move forward.

Although he has a lot of experience in watching Xiao Huangwen, he has zero actual combat experience, and a man from the countryside like Zhou Cheng may have no contact at all.

"That..." He Jing whispered, "Or tonight, let's go back and look at the information."

"material?"

"Well, let's study."

"Learn what?"

He Jing blinked, his slender and thick eyelashes trembling, "Learn what you have to do."

Zhou Cheng was taken aback: "What am I doing...?" He was doing a lot of things, but if you want to generalize them, they were actually dealing with the signing of some acquisitions and major decisions of the board of directors.

"What are you learning this for?" he asked.

The young man smiled mischievously, his face blushing: "I'm with you, isn't that why?"

Zhou Cheng was stunned.

He pursed his thin lips slightly, and his eyes fell on He Jing, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

In fact, he knew early on that the so-called coincidence at the gate of the manor was probably deliberately created by He Jing in order to get close to him. From someone I really like.

People who approach him are only for money.

It's just that He Jing didn't ask for his little money before, and he still had some vague expectations.

Now it seems, it just seems that the money is not enough to see.

What He Jing wanted might be something more valuable.

But every time He Jing laughed, his apple muscles twitched slightly, his pair of crouching silkworms curved, and his peach eyes gave off a bit of playfulness, Zhou Cheng felt that it didn't matter that He Jing liked his money.

But hearing He Jing's own admission, he still couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

The young man waved his hand in front of him: "Zhou Cheng? Zhou Cheng?"

"Hmm..." Zhou Cheng met He Jing's confused but somewhat innocent eyes, and his heart softened suddenly, "Okay, if you want to learn, go home at night."

During the day, He Jing would still be on the set.

"Yeah!" He Jing nodded suddenly, before he could be happy, he felt that Zhou Cheng looked very wrong, "What's the matter with you?"

"fine."

Something is written all over his face.

He Jing recalled the conversation between the two of them just now, and suddenly realized that he seemed to have let it all out by accident.

What Zhou Cheng likes are flirtatious sluts!

He was in a hurry just now, what did he say? He actually confessed that he needs to learn to do such and such a thing! !

God! ! ! !

He Jing was very annoyed for a while, and was thinking of making up for it by saying some dirty words, when Shen Wencheng's voice suddenly came from behind: "So you are here."

He Jing turned around, frowned and said, "Why are you here again?"

"I can't come?" Shen Wencheng sneered, "Isn't the set all taken over by the crew, did you buy this land?"

He Jing pursed his lips.

Beside him, Zhou Cheng took a step forward, his tall figure casting a haze.

"Yes," Zhou Cheng thought for a moment, "I seem to have bought it here."

He Jing: "..." His little boy seemed to be dumbfounded.

Shen Wencheng was furious on the spot: "Do you really dare to answer that??"

"Why not?"

"Do you know how much money I have?"

Mr. Zhou Ba showed a cold question mark face that he didn't understand: "?"

Shen Wencheng's expression became more and more airy: "I like He Jing quite a bit, how about it..."

He took out a check from his pocket and took out a prepared check for one million yuan: "This is for you, you leave him."

Zhou Cheng took it subconsciously.

He looked at the slightly familiar paper, which was printed with the logo of the bank that he seemed to be a shareholder of, and recalled the novel about the boss that the housekeeper had given him when he was at home.

[His mother was sitting there with a cup of coffee in front of her. The heat of the coffee had dissipated slowly, leaving only a piece of ice cold.

Like the atmosphere present, it makes people feel like they are sitting on pins and needles.

She sat there with her head bowed, her palms already sweating nervously.

"This one million is for you," his mother gently pushed the check in front of her, "leave my son."

Her eyes lit up immediately, and she stuffed the check into her pocket.

"Thank you Auntie for the red envelope! I will have a good relationship with him for a hundred years."]

Zhou Cheng looked at the check from top to bottom, and he confirmed the number as he had never counted money before.

one million.

Seeing him staring at the check without speaking, Shen Wencheng laughed even more wildly: "Get the money and get out."

Zhou Cheng looked up at him.

"Sorry," Zhou Cheng sighed softly, thinking about the plot in the original text, "So you are He Jing's elder, so I'm sorry."

At the end of the sentence, Young Master Zhou, who was worth hundreds of billions, assets all over Yangcheng, and countless manors, carefully stuffed the check into his pocket, and said, "Thank you for the red envelope for meeting, I will have a good relationship with He Jingbainian. "