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Tang Baozhu, on the other hand, disagreed.

"That's because I have a good relationship with Mr. Ning, and he is willing to help."

Ning Yanchu smiled.

"Yes, yes, then go ask him. If he goes to the study now, he might be rejected. But don't be discouraged if he is rejected. He is just that kind of person. He dislikes anything troublesome."

Ning Yanchu patted her shoulder.

"If it doesn't work, we'll find another way."

Tang Baozhu nodded and then walked to Ning Jinchuan's study.

The door of the study was closed. Ning Jinchuan liked quietness, so she knocked on the door politely.

"Come in,"

Ning Jinchuan's voice came from inside, his voice was deep and cold.

Tang Baozhu opened the door and saw Ning Jinchuan sitting at his desk. He looked very busy. There was a pile of folders in front of him. He was holding a fountain pen in his hand, flipping through the documents and signing them.

It was very quiet around me, so quiet that I could hear the rustling sound of the pen rubbing against the white paper.

Tang Baozhu walked a little closer and coughed lightly.

"Mr. Ning, excuse me for disturbing you."

Tang Baozhu's voice trailed off, soft and dense, like the spring tide and drizzle.

Ning Jinchuan raised his head slightly, glanced at Tang Baozhu, and was a little distracted.

"Because of Song Xiaohua's matter?"

Tang Baozhu nodded.

Ning Jinchuan put down the pen in his hand, pointed his cold finger at the seat opposite him, with a calm expression.

"sit down,"

Tang Baozhu sat down in front of Ning Jinchuan in a proper manner. There was sandalwood on the table, which smelled similar to Ning Jinchuan's body. It was probably used to calm the mind.

Tang Baozhu didn't intend to hide it.

"I want Song Xiaohua to go to the police station tomorrow to identify Wang Hongyan. I guess my brother might do something on the way there. I want you to help protect Song Xiaohua's safety and, if possible, catch the person sent by Song Shaoguang."

Ning Jinchuan looked at Tang Baozhu, sizing up her expression. She had not planned to ask him for help some time ago, but now because of Ning Yanchu, she has become much bolder. However, she is always clever and keeps pushing things.

There was a hint of nonchalance in his tone.

"Second Miss Tang, you know it's hard to repay my favor."

Tang Baozhu raised a finger.

"Mr. Ning, you have helped me so many times. If you help me one more time, I will count it together and repay you double in the future."

Ning Jinchuan stared at Tang Baozhu, slightly stunned. The little girl was very shameless.

"When have I ever helped?"

"In order to teach my ex-fiance a lesson, I asked Lin Ruoshui to pretend to be your sister, and you didn't expose me. When Song Xiaohua was poisoned, you sent someone to come all the way to find Ning Er. You did all this to help me, and I will remember it all."

Ning Jinchuan tapped the tabletop lightly with his fingers.

"I didn't expose you for the first time because I received your apology gift. I asked Ning Er to come here because this was a plan by Niijima Zuo Er. I didn't want Niijima Zuo Er to succeed. I had my own considerations, not because I was trying to help you."

Tang Baozhu's face was red and couldn't be concealed, which made her seem too self-indulgent.

"I know that Mr. Ning won't easily promise to help others. How about this, what do you need me to do? I can do anything."

Ning Jinchuan glanced at her with a faint gaze.

"Do you know the words?"

Tang Baozhu nodded blankly.

Ning Jinchuan handed her the document in his hand.

"I'm a little tired. Can you help me read the monthly profit and loss report? I approve it, and you can stamp it at the end."

As he spoke, Ning Jinchuan handed her the seal beside him. The seal representing Ning Jinchuan was pushed in front of Tang Baozhu.

Tang Baozhu held the documents in both hands, a thick stack of reports, her eyes were wide open, no wonder Ning Jinchuan was so tired,

She turned to the first page and began to read haltingly.

"Baozilin Hotel's total revenue in June was 980 dollars. Compared to last month, it suffered a slight loss..."

Tang Baozhu's voice was neither light nor slow. Ning Jinchuan slowly leaned back on the recliner, slightly closing his eyes.

The study was filled with Tang Baozhu's gentle voice. Occasionally, when they got stuck, Ning Jinchuan would look at her with a gaze as cold as a wind knife, and Tang Baozhu would shiver involuntarily.

After reading a piece of paper,

Ning Jinchuan replied, "Yes."

Ning Jinchuan leaned back in the recliner, with a cold and handsome look. When he was thinking seriously, he always had an innate sense of arrogance and a natural attitude of a superior.

Tang Baozhu couldn't help but take a few more glances.

Ning Jinchuan opened his eyes at this moment.

"stamp."

Tang Baozhu suddenly realized that when Ning Jinchuan said "yes", it meant approval. She hurriedly took the seal and stamped his name at the end.

Chairman of Shanghai Merchants Association: Ning Jinchuan,

The large characters on the seal were engraved neatly and clearly.

Tang Baozhu's fingers were stained with a lot of red cinnabar.

Ning Jinchuan has already closed his eyes.

"continue."

Tang Baozhu had no choice but to turn to the next one. It took her a full hour to finish reading the whole report.

After checking that there were no omissions, Tang Baozhu finally breathed a sigh of relief. She had been reading so much that her throat was almost smoking.

Ning Jinchuan, on the other hand, seemed to be asleep. Tang Baozhu gently put down the file and closed the folder. He finally understood that Ning Jinchuan was treating her like a secretary. He was tired of reading a pile of boring data, so he tortured her.

Alas, who asked her to ask for help? Seeing that Ning Jinchuan did not respond, Tang Baozhu thought he was asleep and called him softly.

"Mr. Ning?"

Ning Jinchuan slowly opened his eyes and fixed his gaze on her face.

Tang Baozhu quickly handed him the document.

"I have read all these reports. Please check them again."

Ning Jinchuan sat up straight, pushed the document aside, stood up suddenly, and moved closer to Tang Baozhu.

He leaned down, stretched out his long, slender fingers,

Tang Baozhu looked at the hand so close to her and immediately straightened her body. The scent of sandalwood from Ning Jinchuan's body kept drilling into her nostrils, and Tang Baozhu suddenly became at a loss.

Tang Baozhu leaned back, with no way to retreat. Ning Jinchuan's large hand was already in front of her, with his index finger slightly bent, rubbing her nose, the dry and hot touch,

Tang Baozhu forgot to breathe for a moment. When she came to her senses, Ning Jinchuan had already returned to his original position, with his index finger and thumb gently pressed together.

"It's covered with cinnabar."

Tang Baozhu was startled. Sure enough, there was a bright red mark on Ning Jinchuan's index finger. Tang Baozhu's face was hot and restless.

She thought...

"Thanks,"

Ning Jinchuan made her a cup of herbal tea.

"Thanks for your hard work,"

Tang Baozhu took a sip of tea, and her dry throat was moistened. She almost sighed with comfort.

She held the small and exquisite teacup and carefully peeked into Ning Jinchuan's face.

"Mr. Ning, is there anything else you need to do? Leave it all to me. I'm very capable."

Ning Jinchuan chuckled. It was indeed for Song Xiaohua's sake that he risked his life.

"okay,"