One Hundred Thousand Reasons For Krypton Gold

Sister Yang sent Ling Qiong to her, exchanged a few pleasantries and left.

Ling Qiong's appearance inevitably caught people's attention.

The little girl was watched by so many people, she didn't feel stage fright, and her eyes swept across the table unhurriedly.

There was only one seat at the whole table, and Ling Qiong went to sit down very sensiblely.

On the left of her is a girl, dressed conservatively, with someone hanging on her shoulders, she is not used to it, but she has to cooperate.

On the right is a man in his forties who looks well maintained and not very greasy.

This should be the God of Wealth... No, boss.

Ling Qiong was always polite to the God of Wealth, and gave him a bright smile very politely.

In Lingqiong's eyes, a man's head is a gold ingot.

Seeing Jin Yuanbao smile, she felt no psychological burden.

Seeing her so sensible, the man felt happy, "The little girl's name is Yaoyao?"

Lingqiong nodded: "Yes."

"Are you still in college?"

"No, my family is poor and I can't afford it."

"..."

puff.

Someone on the other side laughed out loud, "Mr. Zhao, this little girl is quite upright."

The people present, even if they have never studied in a university, would say which university they graduated from.

Who would say that.

Ling Qiong put on an innocent and ignorant face, "Is there something wrong? If you don't have money, you can't go to college."

When asked so seriously by the little girl, the man froze for a moment, and quickly waved his hands, "No, no, no."

Mr. Zhao asked: "Do you know how to drink?"

The little girl hesitated, and said slowly, "A little bit."

Mr. Zhao poured her a glass of wine, "Then have a drink."

Ling Qiong smiled, "Then I will borrow flowers to present Buddha, and use this glass of wine that Mr. Zhao personally poured for me, and toast everyone."

Mr. Zhao poured it himself, and the rest of the people on the table raised their glasses one by one.

Where have other girls seen this scene.

They toast alone, and they don't necessarily give face...

Ling Qiong didn't talk much, and Mr. Zhao drank as soon as he told him to, looking very obedient.

That kind of docile and well-behaved, I can't bear to embarrass her.

However, this group of people soon discovered that the little girl who said she knew a little bit didn't even blush after drinking a round.

This is called drinking a little?

Ling Qiong wasn't drunk, on the contrary, the rest of the group couldn't hold on anymore and slipped away with an excuse.

Even Mr. Zhao was persuaded a lot by Ling Qiong both in the open and in the dark.

"Mr. Zhao, where do you live? I'll see you off."

Mr. Zhao thought this person was going to run away, but he didn't expect to be so sensible.

"I'm staying in the hotel next door."

"Then I'll take you there."

Ling Qiong and Mr. Zhao went out from the box. Mr. Zhao wanted to pull Ling Qiong, but Ling Qiong suddenly bent down and pulled her skirt.

She raised her head and saw Mr. Zhao's hand hanging in the air, with a puzzled face: "Mr. Zhao? What's wrong?"

"Oh...it's all right."

Mr. Zhao didn't want to be in a hurry, so he walked out in an orderly manner.

This corridor is T-shaped, Ling Qiong and Mr. Zhao turned to the other side, and behind them, a group of young boys came laughing and laughing.

The last boy saw Ling Qiong smiling and listening to the man beside him.

He also looked away after only one glance, and didn't pay much attention.

…

Hotel suite.

The floor-to-ceiling windows are very bright, and the morning sun shines in in large swaths, illuminating the mess on the ground.

The man on the bed moved slightly, raising his hand to block the glare of the sun.

He touched his chest, as if thinking of something, his face showed a bit of joy.

Mr. Zhao touched his side, but it was empty.

He sat up, and when he looked up, he saw the little girl wearing a purple retro court dress, sitting there eating breakfast.

The sun fell on her body, as if coating her with a layer of pure white light.

The picture is inexplicably a bit like the scene of the royal princess dining.

Mr. Zhao picked up his nightgown and put it on, "Why do you wake up so early and don't sleep for a while?"

The little girl dropped the spoon with a crisp sound.

She raised her head, her eyes seemed to be filled with the light of the morning sun, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, "It's Mr. Zhao who is tired, and I'm not tired."

"Naughty." Mr. Zhao sat down, only to find that there was only one breakfast.

But he was happy and didn't care.

"From now on, you will follow me, tell me what you want, and promise to make you famous, how about it?"

Ling Qiong wiped the corner of her mouth with a handkerchief, "Mr. Zhao, are you awake?"

"Why, are you afraid that I will regret it? Don't worry, I like you very much. As long as you are obedient and sensible, you can have everything you want."

Ling Qiong threw down the handkerchief, bent slightly, picked up the mobile phone on the sofa and operated it for a while.

Mr. Zhao's phone beeped.

He turned on his phone and found that he had added her as a friend at some point.

She sent a card number over.

Mr. Zhao didn't notice anything wrong, and said, "The money is on this card, right?"

"Two million."

Mr. Zhao frowned and lowered his face: "You are a bit of a lion."

Ling Qiong snorted softly: "It's not that Mr. Zhao said, what do I want? I won't give you two million? Sure enough, men can't be trusted."

"..."

It's not that he refuses.

This little girl just met.

If she stays with me for a while and is still so obedient and sensible, it's not impossible...

Ling Qiong frowned, "But Zhao will always give it to me."

Mr. Zhao: "???"

Ling Qiong clicked a few times on the phone, put it on the table and pushed it to Mr. Zhao.

Mr. Zhao was puzzled and read along.

The phone plays the video silently...

Mr. Zhao's face darkened in an instant, and he swept the phone down to the ground, hitting the corner next to it, and it was torn apart.

That woman is not the person in front of her at all!

But why did he remember clearly that it was her.

He didn't drink much at all last night, so it's absolutely impossible to admit the wrong person.

Ling Qiong didn't care about the mobile phone, "Mr. Zhao, the mobile phone and the money I gave you to help you call Miss Sister should also be paid to me."

"You dare to threaten me."

This little girl is so courageous!

"That's not counting." Ling Qiong blinked, "In the words of your circle, it's a deal."

I can't help it.

How can I support the cub if I don't take money from the NPC!

Isn't the existence of NPC just to give players equipment!

Besides, if it weren't for her, it would be an innocent girl who is being ruined now.

Isn't it worth two million to save someone's life?

【…】Although it sounds fine, I always feel that there is something wrong with the logic.

The person who was cheated should use two million to thank him for not succeeding in ruining the innocent girl?

"..."

"I heard that Mr. Zhao and his wife are at odds. Tell me, if this news gets out, how much property will your wife get?"

Ling Qiong pinched her little finger, "Compared to this little two million..."

Ling Qiong gave Mr. Zhao a look of 'you understand'.

Mr. Zhao: "..."

Mr. Zhao doesn't understand.

Mr. Zhao was going to die of anger.

"Do you really think I dare not do anything to you?"

"I didn't walk out of the hotel gate at nine o'clock, and someone would send this out immediately. There are still ten minutes left, and it will take about five minutes to take the elevator down from here to the gate... Mr. Zhao, I'm not stupid."

The little girl opposite was still smiling innocently, exactly the same as last night...