Quick Wear: Beautiful cannon fodder, she is always coveted by crazy critics

Seeing Tang Yu's figure disappear at the corner outside the villa, Lin Sheng shook his numb hands, looked up and happened to meet Qin Wanni's eyes, and saw her giving him a thumbs up.

"Sister, you are really strong. You just threw her over your shoulder."

"Waist-carriage, a basic technique of judo."

Qin Wanni followed Lin Sheng with bright eyes, "Why don't you be my judo teacher? What's the point of being a maid here?"

She was a little moved, but when she thought about her current debt situation, she had to politely refuse.

Seeing that things were going well, Qin Wanni took Qin Yan's arm affectionately and said, "Brother, it's just a skateboard, why are you making things difficult for me?"

"At worst, I can pay it back for her and deduct it from the pocket money you transfer to me next month."

The man glanced at her indifferently, and pushed the coquettish girl away with disdain, "You are good at borrowing flowers to offer to Buddha."

Qin Yan raised his chin and pointed at Jiang Zhiyue, "For her sake, let's forget about the skateboard."

"So from today on, you don't need to stay here. If you like, you can be Qin Wanni's judo teacher and make money."

Lin Sheng blinked in surprise, his face showing an expression of joy that could not be concealed, "Oh my God, Qin Gou finally did something human..."

She accidentally said something that was in her heart and quickly covered her mouth, but Qin Yan acted as if he didn't hear it and didn't react at all.

Things were completely off track. Jiang Zhiyue calmed down and said, "Then I—"

"You are not allowed to leave."

Qin Yan's light red lips were pursed into a straight line, "I will pay you double the salary."

"Don't leave."

"Yeah, otherwise where can I find a part-time job that pays so much for slacking off every day?"

She is still a student and has to bear the expenses of daily life and rent.

It will become a simple mode in the future, and the tasks of earning pocket money will be greatly reduced, so it’s better to stay here.

Qin Yan, who feels that his charm is not as good as a few red bills:

Qin Wanni couldn't wait to drag Lin Sheng to learn a few moves first, and Jiang Zhiyue and Qin Yan walked into the villa together. When they returned to the room to prepare coffee, they heard the man say, "I thought about it carefully."

The girl had a pair of beautiful watery eyes, waiting for the other party's next words.

"We should be in an equal relationship."

Qin Yan pursed his lips, lowered his eyes and took the Geisha coffee beans from the girl's hand, "You don't need to be a servant anymore, I will find you a new job and continue to pay you."

Jiang Zhiyue originally thought that Qin Yan was just motivated by a desire to win, and she didn't expect him to think so much. After a pause, she asked, "We are equals. In this villa, besides being a servant, is there anything else I can do?"

"Of course."

The man half-bent over and approached, his obsidian eyes reflecting some light, reflecting the girl's gorgeous face, and the corners of his lips raised, "Be my girlfriend."

"It's only natural to spend money on your girlfriend."

Qin Yan was already prepared to be rejected by the previous person, and at the very least he had to endure it, but Jiang Zhiyue suddenly followed his words and said, "Are you trying to seduce me with money, Master?"

“Not only that.”

He took a step forward, the tip of his shoe touching the girl's, the faint scent of sea salt instantly mixed into his nostrils, "Are you really not going to consider it?"

If we ignore the man's hand that was holding Jiang Zhiyue's hand and touching her abdominal muscles, this sincere tone would be less pretentious.

Through the silky fabric, Jiang Zhiyue's fingertips were able to trace out distinct grooves in her skin. A slightly numbing electric current seemed to flow through her fingertips, making her arms feel numb.

The two were so close that they were almost touching, only a bag of coffee between them. The girl tapped the other's chest with her fingertips. "It's hard to make people think you're serious when you play so many tricks."

Qin Yan was suddenly speechless, all because of her stubbornness.

"How can I believe it if you don't prove it?"

After saying that, she took the bag of coffee beans back into her arms, and blinked her long and thick eyelashes like a small fan. It seemed like an unintentional glance when she turned around, but it was like goose down scratching the tip of the man's heart.

Qin Yan, who realized it later, suddenly had his eyes light up and a hint of joy on his brows.

Jiang Zhiyue originally thought that after Qin Yan graduated early, he had been hanging out in extravagant places and doing nothing to hide his identity.

As a result, when the other party took out a full stack of documents from the desk drawer and handed it to her, her eyes widened.

"It contains the names and information of famous families in Beijing. Please prepare the paper version within a week. Is there any problem, Assistant Jiang?"

"..."

"I think I'd be more suitable to be your maid."

Who wouldn’t like a job where you can slack off every day and still get a high salary?

"Not only do you have to compile a hard copy, you have to memorize it. Assets, relationships, appearance, everything."

Seeing the girl's reluctant expression, Qin Yan's sharp eyebrows curved slightly, "This is to protect you."

Jiang Zhiyue snorted lightly, but endured it for the sake of having a normal weekend off.

*

After looking at the densely packed black words on the A4 paper for a whole day, Jiang Zhiyue felt her eyes were swollen and uncomfortable.

The relationships among these wealthy families are too complicated. Either there are shady deals going on in secret, or one of the wives is having an affair outside, and the husband is kept in the dark and has no idea that the child he has raised for nearly twenty years is his brother's.

It was as exciting as a melon-eating convention.

It was a dinner for the upper class, and it was estimated that everyone present was related by blood.

She sighed twice, and a black top-of-the-line business car stopped smoothly by the road, blocking her way.

The rear window slowly lowered, and the man's straight shoulders and neatly ironed red suit came into view. An indifferent and distant voice reached his ears, "Can we chat?"

Qin Beizhou booked the largest private room at a popular hotpot restaurant in the commercial district. Looking at the alert Jiang Zhiyue, he pushed the glass of red date water in front of her.

"I came here specially to apologize to you today, Miss Jiang."

"Last time I saw you liked hotpot, are you satisfied with this restaurant?"

"How can I not be satisfied when someone treats me to a free dinner?"

Her cheeks turned red from the hot steam from the hot pot. She casually lifted the hair that was sticking to the side of her neck, pulled the hair tie at her wrist and tied her long hair behind her head.

The man's gaze wandered from the girl's face to her high ponytail, and saw the six-sided star diamond that was exposed when she lowered her head to drink water. Whether it was the carving, color, or transparency, it was definitely not a cheap product.

His eyes darkened slightly, and he stared at her for a few seconds before speaking, "I know Miss Jiang is in her last summer vacation of her junior year, and she needs an internship to find a job next year."

"My company happens to be recruiting interns, and there will be opportunities for full-time employment after graduation. Would you like to consider it?"

Jiang Zhiyue paused with her hand holding the mutton roll. Qin Beizhou seemed to be offering her an olive branch, but if she agreed, it would be tantamount to agreeing to be used by him.

So Yingying smiled and politely declined: "Mr. Qin is engaged in the mechanical business, which is not quite in line with my professional direction. Thank you for your kindness."

"Is it better to be a servant in the Qin family than to intern in a top 50 company?"

Qin Beizhou's rose-grey eyes were dim and had some barely perceptible fluctuations. "It seems that Miss Jiang has fallen in love with Qin Yan."

The beef balls fell from the chopsticks and sesame paste splattered on the clean white T-shirt. She took out a tissue to wipe it off, but she didn't have time to answer the other party's question.

"Excuse me, I'm going to the bathroom to take care of this."

The man looked at the girl walking away, unsure if she was running away because his secret was exposed.

Looking at the bone soup base that Jiang Zhiyue chose with consideration for his wound, she couldn't help but purse her light-colored thin lips.

Did he get it right?

Qin Beizhou picked up the glass and took a sip of warm water, listened to the voice call from Jiang Zhiyue's mobile phone, and glanced at the notes on it.

The ringing lasted for a long time before it stopped, and within two minutes it rang again.

He leaned forward, took the phone, held it in his broad palm, and looked at the screen indifferently.

The slender and strong fingers slid lightly along and then raised to the ear.

"Hey?"

The words on the other end of the receiver froze, and Qin Yan's unhappy questioning voice came out.

"Why did you answer Jiang Zhiyue's phone, Qin Beizhou?"