Dear Commander-in-Chief

Gong Sheng raised his eyebrows and glanced at the white paper.

"Beauty Secret Recipe Transfer Contract...Transfer Price: One Million..."

The corners of Gong Sheng's lips twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help but glare at Yun Qiao: "Stupid woman, are you crazy about money? Are you so short of money? Am I short of you to eat, or am I short of you to wear?"

He glanced at the closet in the room.

Thoughtful.

As a female star, her clothes are indeed very sparse and too shabby.

This was something he didn't think carefully about.

Looking at the shoe rack, there were only one pair of high-heeled shoes and a pair of flat shoes. The skin had been worn out by running around filming and commuting on the bus for days, making them look old.

He really hadn't noticed it before.

After all, when he looks at a woman, he never looks at her appearance, but always looks at her inner essence through her clothes.

But now I think about it, Yun Qiao followed him and dressed like this, it was too wronged.

Gong Sheng's heart softened for a moment.

Originally, she went home with anger, wanting to punish her for acting in a martial arts scene during the day, but now when she saw her staying up late to write the contract and falling asleep from exhaustion in order to make money, there was only a strong feeling in her heart. Feeling distressed.

He gently removed the pen and paper in her hand, picked her up by the waist, and walked towards the big bed...

==

When Yun Qiao woke up, he turned over in bed and suddenly opened his eyes: "Why am I in bed?"

She remembered that she fell asleep while writing the contract last night.

Who touched her?

He looked down in confusion. Fortunately, the pajamas were all intact and had not been touched. However, his lips were a bit awkward and I always wanted to lick them.

She got up and prepared to continue writing the contract. She was surprised to find that the contract that was half written last night was completely completed!

One, two, three, four...each clause is clearly listed and organized.

Yun Qiao was excited when he saw it: "It turns out that when I was in a daze, I actually inspired genius. Look how well I wrote this contract!"

Jasper bracelet: "..."

I really don’t want to expose you, eldest princess!

This morning, Yun Qiao specially asked for leave from the crew, and went to Xinmo Club to discuss cooperation with the secret beauty recipe contract in high spirits.

Yun Qiao is indeed a natural negotiator. The person in charge of Xinmo Club was stunned by what she said. He studied her recipe carefully and found that it was indeed different from all the whitening product formulas on the market.

The person in charge made a decision on the spot and was willing to buy out the secret recipe for one million.

only……

"The chairman of our club is not in the country, so such a large expenditure cannot be paid until she comes back to sign. However, I can make the decision and give you a deposit of 100,000." The person in charge said sincerely.

Yun Qiao was stunned: "What? You mean, I can't get cash now?"

The person in charge was very helpless: "Miss Xiao Qiao, one million is not a small amount. I really can't do it with my authority. But we are sincerely cooperating with you. You only need to wait for about a week to get the cash. And... If it were another beauty salon, it might not even be able to afford 100,000 yuan."

Yun Qiao: "..."

She can wait, but she doesn't know Feng Chu's father's condition, so she can't wait.

She had calculated everything but failed to consider that the club's financial system had this problem.

The things were sold and I couldn’t get the cash!

It's better for her, Yun Guo, to trade gold on the spot, so it's not so troublesome.

==

presidential palace.

The palace saint was reviewing the documents.

After hearing his subordinate's report that Yun Qiao successfully signed the contract with the beauty salon, he squinted his eyes with satisfaction and continued to review the documents.

When Uncle Zhang came in to refill tea and water, he accidentally glanced at the documents on the President's desk.

This sight almost shocked him, and the hot tea kettle almost spilled on the floor!

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