Spear Teacher

"......"

Meng Wanyu was stunned on the spot. At this moment, she felt bad.

After a long silence, she still didn't want to let go of this handle so easily. She struggled with an ugly face:

"But... ATM is not a cash machine?"

"......"

Qi Yu was originally dissatisfied with ATMs. At this time, facing Meng Wanyu who was still jumping in his minefield, he immediately frowned impatiently.

He decisively defined the cash machine:

"Bullshit, the cash machine is TKJ."

After saying that, regardless of Meng Wanyu's even uglier face, he lowered his eyes to look at the woman who was smiling freely with her eyebrows bent, and his eyes were slightly condensed.

The tone was slightly dissatisfied:

"It's seven o'clock. If you come any further, you'll have to entertain all the customers."

"Puff..."

Jiang Qiyu felt guilty and smiled at him bitterly. Then he took out a thick stack of invoices in his hand, counted them happily, and then waved his hand and said proudly:

"Let's go and have something good!"

——

After leaving the mall, it was already dark outside.

Jiang Qiyu easily found the representative [京A·886SB].

He was walking over there with the things in his hand, but was suddenly overtaken by a light-colored figure.

Meng Wanyu quickly opened the door of the back seat and gave Jiang Qiyu a slightly provocative smile:

"I'm not feeling well today and want to sit in the back. Sister Jiang, don't you mind?"

Qi Yu usually sits in the back seat when Zhao Jin drives. She didn't want Jiang Qiyu, a scheming woman, to sit with Brother Qi Yu, so she naturally had to grab the back seat first.

Jiang Qiyu looked at her calmly when she heard this and shook her head indifferently.

Meng Wanyu raised her chin and smiled contemptuously, and was about to sit in the car:

"Since you don't mind, then I..."

But as soon as she stepped into the car with her left foot, she heard the flat voice:

"No, I mind."

Hearing this, she immediately glared, and just as she was about to question her about who she was to Qi Yu's brother, she saw Jiang Qiyu speaking with concern:

"Why are you sitting in a Maybach when you are not feeling well? Why don't I call 120 for you?"

"I just..."

She froze in place, and was about to open her mouth to refute, but her body was pulled back two steps by a force.

Qi Yu, who was following behind, was not as good-tempered as Jiang Qiyu. He pulled Meng Wanyu away and said impatiently:

"Are you sick? Then I'll let Zhao Jin take you to the hospital."

After that, he took the package from Jiang Qiyu's hand and put it in the back seat of the car, and closed the door with a "bang".

The movements were smooth and seamless.

After doing all this, he lowered his eyes and glanced at the blushing Meng Wanyu, and said seriously:

"Don't die in my car."

"Brother Qi Yu..."

Seeing that Meng Wanyu was about to start making a scene, Zhao Jin, who had been with Qi Yu for a long time, immediately stepped forward.

He first put the package in his hand on the other side of the back row.

Then he stood in front of Qi Yu and handed over the car key of Maybach, showing a professional smile:

"Don't worry, Mr. Qi, I will definitely send Miss Meng back safely."

"Yes."

Qi Yu took the key and walked around to the main driver to open the door.

Then he looked at Jiang Qiyu who was still standing there watching the fun, and frowned slightly:

"Waiting for the food?"

Seeing this, Jiang Qiyu, who was instantly addicted to being a slave, dared not neglect it at all, and immediately bowed:

"Hey!"

"......"

And Zhao Jin and Meng Wanyu could only watch the pure black Maybach with a 100-meter acceleration of 4.8" disappear in front of them.

All that was left for them was the arrogant and explosive:

[京A·886SB]

——

Until they were alone in the car, Jiang Qiyu dared to turn around and look at the man who was holding the steering wheel with one hand beside him.

"What..."

"......"

Clearly feeling the chill coming from the man, Jiang Qiyu swallowed his saliva and said carefully:

"ATM is actually..."

"What is it? "

Qi Yu looked straight ahead, his tone was calm and emotionless.

"Yes..."

Jiang Qiyu was stuck for a moment. She couldn't come up with a more convincing reason than Ultraman, so she just said:

"That's what you said, Ultraman."

"Hmph."

Qi Yu slowed down the car and glanced at her lightly. The stagnant atmosphere in the air disappeared, but he was still tough:

"Do you think I will be angry with you because of a note?"

"How can I. "

JiangQi Yu hadn't forgotten that he was a client today, and she smiled and said:

"True love doesn't blame, just like Cantonese people don't blame herbal tea for being useless, but blame themselves for getting too angry."

The flattered Mr. Qi didn't care about her nonsense metaphors at all, raised his eyebrows and said cheerfully:

"Just you know."

After saying that, he suddenly remembered something, coughed lightly and pretended to be casual:

"Ahem, that note..."

"Change it! Change it right away!"

Jiang Qi Yu's eyebrows curved, and he immediately took out his mobile phone and operated it.

After changing it, he immediately showed it to him.

Qi Yu turned his head and glanced at her, and the smile on his lips could no longer be concealed:

"Prince Antelope?"

"Yeah."

She put away her phone and pointed to the famous five-star hotel in City A in front of her:

"There! There! Let's have something good today."

Qi Yu frowned slightly, stepped on the accelerator and drove to the door of the hotel. After stopping the car, he tilted his head and looked at her:

"I am Prince Antelope, what about you?"

"Me?"

Jiang Qiyu, who was unbuckling her seat belt, was happy. After a pause, she smiled and approached him mysteriously and hooked her finger:

"Open the door and I'll tell you."

Under the dim interior light, the man lowered his eyes and looked at her fair little face, which was not made up but still delicate.

The long and slender eyelashes flickered as if they were tickling his heart.

Qi Yu slightly shifted his sight and raised his hand to open the central control lock.

Jiang Qiyu leaned to the left again, her pink lips slightly opened as if she was about to say something, and the hand behind her back quietly opened the car door...

In this small and ambiguous space in the car, she leaned close to the man's ear and exhaled sweetly:

"Of course I am..."

While she was talking, the passenger door suddenly opened, and she immediately pulled away like a live loach.

She only left a smiling answer to the man in the car:

"Of course I am a human!"