Let’s Lose A Billion Today First

Chu Zheng returned to Jinshi Tianxiang.

"Miss Ruan, I really..."

Chu Zheng sat down on a chair and said in a sigh, "I'll be a shareholder, and I will let you open this store across the country."

Jinshi Tianxiang boss: "..."

The boss of Jinshi Tianxiang didn't understand.

"Miss Ruan, since you have the money, you can open it yourself, why do you have to buy me here."

Although Jinshi Tianxiang is very famous in this city, it is a high-end restaurant.

But it really has to be put in those famous ones, what Jinshi Tianxiang is.

"You think I think." It's not that **** thing!

"You don't want to, then why buy it."

Chu Zheng's mouth was almost missed, and she looked straightforward: "I am very optimistic about you, you have the potential to be on Forbes."

Jinshi Tianxiang boss: "..." I listen to you, Forbes is yours!

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Chuzheng left Jinshi Tianxiang with the contract.

[Look, Miss Sister, I said that there is no money that cannot be solved. If so, it must be your posture to spend money. 】The King's name is excitedly speaking, consolidating the knowledge points that rich can do whatever they want.

Chu Zheng: "..."

[As long as you spend money in the right posture, tens of billions of net worth is not enough. 】

"..."

Chuzheng was too lazy to break with the King, and directly blocked it.

As soon as Chu Zheng walked out a few steps, he saw Qiao Lian standing at the intersection ahead.

He looked down at the phone, and then left in one direction.

A few minutes later, Qiao Lian walked back.

He looked around blankly.

Chu Zheng didn't really understand what Lu Chi was like, obviously the surrounding buildings were obvious.

Chu Zheng watched Qiao Lian wandering around.

It is estimated to be tired, Qiao Lian gave up.

He walked to the shade and stood.

"Qiao Lian."

Hearing the sound, Qiao Lian was taken aback for a moment and turned to look over.

The girl stood under the fiery sun, the sun shone in her hair, and the whole body was full of light, but she felt cold and alienated, and was incompatible with the fiery sun.

Qiao Lian pulled down the earphones and opened his lips slightly: "Teacher?"

"be lost?"

"...Hmm." Qiao Lian lowered his head slightly, seemingly embarrassed.

"Back to school?"

"Ok."

Chu Zheng sighed from the bottom of his heart, the good guy card is really pitiful.

"Let's go."

Qiao Lian silently followed Chuzheng to the school.

"What are you doing here?"

It's far from the school. How did he come here? !

"Eat." Qiao Lian replied.

"Eating this far?"

"……Ok."

Qiao Lian didn't speak much, and Chu Zheng was also a person who cherished words like gold, so naturally he wouldn't be speechless and walked in tandem.

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At this time, it is still early and the school is also taking a lunch break. The door to the school was not opened, and Qiao Lian could not get in either.

The first Zheng of the big sun wanted to go back to sleep for a while.

"You find a place to rest by yourself." Chu Zheng said to Qiao Lian, "I'll go back first."

Qiao Lian nodded, thanked him in a low voice, walked to the shade and sat down, put on his headphones, and silently looked at the direction of the school gate.

Chuzheng walked out a certain distance, looked back, and saw such a scene.

Sunlight sprinkled from the gap in the canopy, mottled on the ground, and fell on the boy.

The slender young man had a straight back, but he was inexplicably lonely and sad.

Chu Zheng walked back.

Qiao Lian was surrounded by shadows, he raised his eyes slightly, and the girl's face was reflected in his clear eyes: "Teacher?"

"The school gate will open in one hour, so follow me back first."

"Oh."

Chu Zheng lives alone now, and he is not afraid to take him back.

"Come in."

Qiao Lian looked around first, not knowing what he was determining, and walked in a few minutes later.

Chu Zheng let him into the bedroom, which has air conditioning.

Chuzheng poured him a glass of water: "Are you not hot?"

Qiao Lian looked at his clothes and shook his head: "It's not hot."

Chuzheng glanced at the fine sweat seeping on his forehead, but didn't break through him.

Chu Zheng had to change his homework and let him stay by himself.

Qiao Lian was very quiet, and Chu Zheng could hardly feel his presence. Chuzheng changed half of his homework, and when he turned his head, the boy fell asleep on the chair.

The shredded hair hung between his forehead.

Chu Zheng got up carefully, stepped forward, stretched out his hand, and touched the soft hair with his fingertips.

She stared at the young boy's closed eyes, gently pressed and rubbed them.

Chuzheng's expression instantly wailed.

So soft, so soft! !

The boy's eyelashes trembled and opened his eyes in a daze, "Teacher?"

"Go to bed in bed." Chuzheng withdrew his hand casually: "I'll call you later."

The boy rubbed his eyes, and his voice was still sleepy: "Thank you teacher, I'm fine..."

Chu Zheng pulled him up and pressed him directly onto the bed: "Sleep."

Qiao Lian watched Chuzheng return to the table and sat down to continue to correct his homework.

He was lying on the teacher's bed at this time, with a faint scent of cold lingering around the tip of his nose, refreshing.

Qiao Lian's calm and waveless heart lake rippled slightly.

He slowly closed his eyes.

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Qiao Lian would be late most of the time-because he was lost.

Today, Chuzheng took him to school and arrived at school on time. The classmates found it strange that Qiao Lian was not late today.

The second lesson in the afternoon of Chuzheng.

As soon as she entered the classroom, the classroom with some voices became quiet.

Chuzheng was very satisfied with their self-consciousness and opened the book to start class.

Qiao Lian, who was either sleeping or writing and painting himself, started to attend class today.

But after half a class, the teenager became drowsy, and finally fell on his stomach.

Chu Zheng shook his head and lowered the voice of the lecture.

When get out of class was over, Chuzheng remembered one thing and knocked on the table to quiet the gradually bustling classroom.

"Next month's Cultural Festival, if you want to participate, come to me and get the registration form."

The cultural festival school originally did not intend to let seniors participate because it was too time-consuming.

But some teachers feel that the high school three had to study so hard, just to take the opportunity to relax them.

So in the end, those who are willing to participate in the third year of high school will participate, and those who are not willing do not force it.

Meng Yu was the first to get the registration form.

"Teacher, I will also help Qiao Lian get one." Meng Yu said suddenly.

"Ok?"

Meng Yu smiled and said, "Teacher, Qiao Lian said he wants to participate, too."

"Really." Chu Zheng's tone was flat: "Let him do it himself."

Meng Yu: "..."

Meng Yu stood still, and Chu Zheng asked her, "Is there anything else?"

"No... it's okay." Meng Yu came out of the office, looked at the back strangely, and then at the registration form in his hand.

Isn’t it easy to get the registration form?

Meng Yu returned to the classroom humming a small tune. He glanced at Qiao Lian, who was listening to the song and looking out the window with his chin supported.

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The registration forms were filled in and returned to Chuzheng.

The cultural festival lasts for two days, so there are two to three programs in a class, but there are far more people who sign up. Chuzheng has to screen out the ones who can participate in the end.

But there are not many applications for this class.

Just five registration forms.

Chuzheng turned to the end and saw Qiao Lian's name impressively.

She never gave Qiao Lian the application form...