100 ways to trick a boy into going to sleep

Chapter 242 Xizhou Slow

"Hey."

Song Guizhou's good mood froze: "You are..."

"Jian Qizhao."

The voice on the other end of the phone was young and pleasant. He found some scattered impressions of Jian Qizhao in his memory: a descendant of the Jian family, a self-made man, the tycoon of the real estate industry in Shanghai, who sat next to Yuan Dahai yesterday and was one of her exes.

"Where's Huanhuan?"

"Huan'er ordered a car from me. If you have nothing else, I'll hang up." Jian Qizhao didn't embellish the story; it was precisely this plainness that provoked a man like Song Guizhou.

Song Guizhou is domineering at heart and has a strong sense of self-esteem, so when dealing with this kind of person, if you are anxious, he will not be anxious; if you are not anxious, he will be anxious.

Jian Qizhao's words would make Song Guizhou subconsciously feel that he was close to Huan'er and wanted to hang up the phone because he wanted to be with her.

"Jian Qizhao, you'd better stay away from her."

His words were chilling, and quite frightening.

But Jian Qizhao chuckled softly: "In what capacity do you speak to me, Song Jingchang? If I remember correctly, Huan'er broke up with you yesterday, and I think I was a witness to it."

"Beep beep beep..." The call was disconnected on the other end. A hint of disdain flashed in Jian Qizhao's eyes. People who are too strong in matters of the heart are easily broken!

Wasn't that exactly what I did before, which allowed these people to take advantage of my vulnerability one by one?

"Zhaozhao, come here for a moment."

Jin Huan called out to him.

"What's wrong?" Jian Qizhao put aside his other thoughts and walked over. "She suggested I get an installment plan, and I said I wanted to ask you about it."

Jian Qizhao gave the female saleswoman a cold look: "This order has nothing to do with you, go back to your work."

The man's face immediately turned deathly pale.

Jian Qizhao directly had the full amount paid for by Jin Huan. Bank installment payments seem easy, but for people with sufficient funds, there is no need to take out installment payments and pay more interest.

This salesperson just wanted a commission. How dare she do this right under his nose? Jian Qizhao asked the staff handling the case what the salesperson's name was, then turned around and called HR, telling them to prepare and fire her after she finished this month.

Pang Xiao had already checked the car and found no problems, but Jin Huan tossed him the keys and told him to drive it to the shop. Jian Qizhao's assistant, Jian Qizhao, would drive the car back with Pang Xiao in his 5 Series.

"Miss Jinhuan, would you like me to pick you up later?"

"No need, I'll go back to the hotel myself later." "Okay."

Jian Qizhao saved her so much money, so she definitely had to treat him to a meal.

His Cullinan was all black, which he didn't like at first, but after riding in it a lot, he seemed to get used to it. There were stickers and little flowers she had put on the passenger seat.

"Why don't you clean these things out?"

This was obviously done by a girl.

"You put them all on, I can't bear to tear them off." Even when he inexplicably lost that memory, he subconsciously didn't want to tear them off.

Later, Jian Qizhao also went to see a doctor.

The doctor said he had selective amnesia, which is when a person is in too much pain, the brain will forcibly forget the root cause of the pain in order to protect the body.

Thankfully, Jin Huan didn't hear this, otherwise she would definitely have called the doctor a quack. This was clearly the water of forgetfulness that your great-aunt exchanged with Meng Po with her tears, but you've turned it into selective amnesia. It's outrageous, utterly outrageous.

Jin Huan didn't reply. She never went back to an old flame unless the other person could regain their power, but that was unlikely in essence. After all, men who could react to the Soul-Soothing Pearl were usually still virgins. If they had slept with her, their virginity would be broken, so there would basically be no second chance to light up the Soul-Soothing Pearl.

We were eating hot pot, and he had his own special dipping sauce.

But before, she was always clinging to him, making this request and that request, but now she eats quietly by herself.

Jian Qizhao felt a slight pang of sadness, but there was nothing he could do. Several times he forced a smile and took the initiative to talk to her.

After dinner, they went shopping together before Jian Qizhao took her back to her hotel.

She had just unbuckled her seatbelt.

Jian Qizhao called out to her.

"What's wrong?" "I'm very happy today, but also a little unhappy. Huan'er, can you give me a hug?"

"can."

She didn't hesitate and hugged Jian Qizhao generously, patting his back lightly: "Don't be sad. When you're unhappy, come to my shop, and I'll treat you to hot pot, it's free."

Jian Qizhao was amused by her words and softly replied, "Okay."

"Okay, I'm getting off the bus now. You should go home and get some rest."

"I send you."

"Ok."

To everyone's surprise, Jin Huan had just stepped out of the car when she met Song Guizhou's icy gaze. He seemed to have been standing there for a long time...