Thank you for Waiting, Mister Tang!

Three thousand three, even if she went to stay in a hotel of 200 yuan a day, she could only stay for ten days...

This is the first time Pei Qiqi has been worried about money since losing his memory!

Kicking small stones, how good is it if you get a big gold nugget?

Pei Qiqi feels that he should go to find a job. If he meets a good boss who advances his salary, it will be even more perfect.

She bought a newspaper and a piece of bread and sat on the bench by the roadside to read it.

The bread was so hard that she couldn't eat it at all, but she still forced to eat it herself because her belly was groaning.

Pei Qiqi, next, French food, Italian food, all kinds of big meals have nothing to do with you, and the presidential suite is also...

She is not a too greedy person, she does not intend to give An Lan love, nor can she give it, so she can't ask him to raise her for a lifetime as a wealthy rice bug.

She used a pen to draw a circle on a suitable place, and she was going to take a look tomorrow. Most of her jobs were photography majors, and the salary was not too high.

After busying for a long time, put the newspaper aside, and then sat intently nibbling on the unpalatable bread.

In the sky, the wind and clouds suddenly changed, and the wind was violent.

The rain also dropped ticking, like anxious beans.

Pei Qiqi hurried to pull the luggage, trying to hide in the pavilion, but only after pulling the luggage, the newspaper she put on the bench was blown away by the wind and drifted into the middle of the road along the wind.

She rushed to pick it up, picked up the muddy newspaper in the rain and ran back desperately...

A black RV squeaked to a halt in front of her, and the driver was about to get out, but the **** the road turned his head on the side and the driver was stunned.

Old Zhao turned his head, his voice trembled: "Sir, it's Mrs. Young."

Tang Yu, who was sitting in the back seat, was very calm, "Just pretend not to know, she forgot all about it."

Old Zhao stayed, forgot?

However, although the tone of the husband just now was weak, it was a bit painful, not as calm as his words.

It was raining, and it was impossible for Lao Zhao to sit in the car alone, and quickly got out of the car with an umbrella to help Tang Yu block it.

In the rainy evening, on the streets of City B, Pei Qiqi stood in the rain embarrassedly. The rain continued to pour into her mouth and wet her clothes.

She stood there, her mouth slightly opened, and she watched him walking towards herself.

"Get in the car." He frowned, and walked directly toward the car with her shoulders.

Pei Qiqi was still holding the newspaper in her hand, and after a few steps in a daze, he suddenly returned to his senses: "My luggage."

Tang Yu followed her gaze and asked Lao Zhao, "Go and bring Miss Pei's luggage."

Old Zhao handed the umbrella to Tang Yu, ran over in the rain, and quickly carried it into the trunk. When he got into the car, he wiped his face, "This rain is coming really fast!"

He paused for a while and asked with a wink: "Sir, where are you going now?"

Originally, Tang Yu had an important contract to sign, but now that he met Pei Qiqi, it was impossible to go.

"Go back to the rose garden." He said briefly, and then threw a towel to Pei Qiqi, "wipe yourself."

In fact, her clothes are all wet, she must change into dry clothes immediately, or she will have a fever.

He couldn't know how fragile her body was.

I took the phone and called Xiao Ran: "Let Qingcheng apologize to Mr. Smith for me, just say...My wife is sick, I'm afraid I can't rush to sign the contract, if you don't mind, Qingcheng can represent me."