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"But we don't know each other well, I don't need you to feed me."

"Well, you can refuse, but I will still do it." The man said indifferently.

Song Yao:

In desperation, she had no choice but to open her mouth, bite the sweet and sour pork ribs, and gnaw them with relish.

After eating, the man took Song Yao and left.

Song Yao followed him, silently thinking about the topic just now.

"Mr. Tong, do you know the specific amount of my father's debt?" Song Yao suddenly asked.

Her father is engaged in architectural design engineering and earns a small amount of money every year to survive.

Tong Group is the largest real estate developer in City A and even Jianglin Province. Her father owes him a lot of money, right?

Tong Jincheng paused slightly and turned his head to look at her, his eyes shining with wisdom and sharpness.

After a long time, he nodded: "Thirty million."

hiss-

Song Yao took a breath. She never thought that just one painting could be worth 30 million!

She swallowed her saliva and couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Tong Jincheng.

Why would such a rich man come to the bidding meeting?

"What's your expression? Do you think I'm not capable?" The man's low and hoarse voice reached his ears.

"No, no, Mr. Tong misunderstood. It's just such a valuable item, I'm afraid..."

Before Song Yao finished speaking, the man already understood her concerns. He curled his lips and explained lightly: "Don't worry, it's more than 30 million. If everything goes well, I will give you 100 million as a thank you gift."

"..." Song Yao's eyes widened in shock: "Ah?"

She had some doubts as to whether there was something wrong with her ears. Could this Tong Jincheng have a bad brain?

Thirty million, converted into RMB, is more than three million.

One hundred million, what is that concept?

This man actually said that he could give it to her?

Song Yao felt that the world was too fantasy.

Her eyes fell on Tong Jincheng's handsome face. He was wearing a well-tailored handmade suit, which made him tall and slender.

There was a layer of frost on the man's handsome and elegant face, and his thin lips were pursed tightly, looking very inhumane.

The feeling of indifference and alienation lingering around him made Song Yao feel inexplicably panicked.

Tong Jincheng looked at her and saw that she kept staring at him. He frowned and said unhappily: "Have you seen enough?"

Song Yao was startled by his sudden roar. She shrunk her neck and took half a step back, looking at him timidly...

He lost his temper…………

When the man saw her like this, he couldn't help but narrow his eyes. He had never been so accommodating to anyone, but the little girl in front of him made him lose control many times.

"I don't mean anything else." Song Yao quickly explained.

Tong Jincheng lowered his eyebrows, covering up the darkness in his eyes, and his tone returned to calmness: "Let's go, I'll take you back to the company."

"Oh." Song Yao nodded obediently.

When we went back, Tong Jincheng was driving, and Song Yao was sitting in the passenger seat.

As his car drove on the road, the trees on both sides swept back quickly.

Tong Jincheng drove the car with 0.4 concentration, while Song Yao sat in the car, holding her knees with her hands, staring out the window without saying a word.

The car was extremely quiet, except for the sound of the engine, and occasionally the girl's even and long breathing could be heard.

The man's eyes glanced at the girl sleeping soundly in the passenger seat.

The corners of his mouth raised a slight arc.

This feeling made him feel very novel.

It turns out that the feeling of being relied on by someone is so comfortable. .