It is still on WeChat, it is still sent by the old lady, it is still a photo of someone.

He glanced at it and then called the old lady.

The old lady probably was waiting for his phone call, and she answered it as soon as she rang.

"Did you see the photo?"

"Um."

"Oh, this teacher Xiao Su is so beautiful. Look at her skin, her small waist, and her face, which is white and tender, and the more you look, the more you become, the more cute you look."

Zhong Nanqin raised his hand and turned on the computer, his voice faintly, "What do you want to say?"

The old lady was choked by his inconsistency.

She was so angry that she asked him deliberately, "There are not many good girls like Teacher Xiao Su now. She can educate children, cook and manage the house, and can go out and walk around alone. Unlike many little girls nowadays, I think she is particularly suitable for our unruly and free third child," said the old lady deliberately paused, "Second, what do you think."

Zhong Nanqin paused his hand and then said, "The third brother doesn't like her type."

"Oh, what does the third brother like?"

"You should ask him this question."

"Okay, I'll show him the photos of Teacher Xiao Su, what if he looks like."

After the old lady finished speaking, she was about to hang up the phone.

Zhong Nanqin's voice sank, as if he was a little unhappy, "Can you stop making trouble?"

The old lady pretended to be innocent, "What did I do?"

Zhong Nanqin pursed his lips, "Don't get involved in this matter, I'm responsible."

The old lady was overjoyed, "So, do you like Teacher Xiao Su in your heart?"

Zhong Nanqin, “…”

The old lady continued, "Does Teacher Xiao Su like you?"

Zhong Nanqin's eyes darkened, and he said two words coldly, "It's hanging."

After saying that, he didn't give the old lady a chance to speak again, so he locked his phone.

He threw his phone aside, focused on his computer, and prepared to check the email and handle it with peace of mind.

But for no reason, the cute little woman in the photo kept flashing in his mind.

He simply threw away his work. He picked up his cell phone, got up and sat on the sofa beside him, and clicked on the photo again.

I looked back and forth several times, and finally I clicked on the save.

After saving the photo, he opened WeChat Moments again.

There was new updates in the circle of friends, so he clicked on it, and finally his eyes fell on the circle of friends that he noted "Su Xiaotu".

I posted nine pictures, except for some scenery, the rest were all her.

There are two pictures posted by the old lady, and there are two pictures...

He silently clicked on it, saved it silently, and quit his circle of friends.

Sitting back to his desk, he couldn't help but feel annoyed while working...

The president of the Zhong Group actually had a day of secretly becoming a thief!

......

At 8 o'clock in the evening, Su Mian finished taking a shower and went to the balcony to collect her clothes.

In midsummer, in August, the clothes I washed in the afternoon were all dry by the evening.

Su Mian put in the afternoon clothes, sat by the bed, stacked them one by one.

When she picked up the white chiffon shirt, she suddenly remembered that she had not given Zhong Nanqin the money for the dress.

After folding the clothes quickly, Su Mian picked up her phone, but was in trouble.

She doesn’t know how much the clothes cost, and how much is appropriate to give them?

After hesitating for a long time, she sent Zhong Nanqin a WeChat message.

But after a long time, there was no response there.

Su Mian thought about it and finally called Zhong Nanqin's cell phone.

After a few sounds on the other end, the other party started to pick it up.

The man's low and pleasant voice came through his cell phone, "Who?"

Su Mian bit the corner of her lower lip slightly, "It's me, Su Mian."

"Um."

"Mr. Zhong," Su Mian's voice softly, "Thank you today."

At this moment, in the study on the second floor of the "Imperial Garden" villa, Zhong Nanqin stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, holding his cell phone in one hand and writing a bag in the other, standing upright.

In my ears was her soft voice.

Zhong Nanqin's lips raised slightly, "Teacher Su, you have thanked him in person at noon."

There was a faint joking in his low voice.

Su Mian's cheeks were slightly hot, "I still have to thank you."

"Teacher Su called me in the middle of the night. Do you just want to say thank you again?"

"No," Su Mian quickly explained, "I want to ask you, how much does that dress cost?"

"Plan to pay?"

"Um."

"Teacher Su," Zhong Nanqin called her name low, his voice so magnetically moved her heartstrings, "You listen..."

"What?"

"That clothes," Zhong Nanqin said slowly, "Priceless!"

"You..." Su Mian was a little angry, "What do you mean?"

Where is there any clothes in the world that are priceless?

Zhong Nanqin pulled his thin lips lightly and said lightly, "What I bought is naturally priceless."

Su Mian, “…”

Resisting the urge to hang up the phone, she took a deep breath, "What the hell do you want?"

"You promise me one thing, let's write down the account."

Su Mian refused without thinking, "I won't agree."

"Are you sure?"

"I'm sure, who knows what your idea is, I won't be fooled."

Zhong Nanqin laughed at the other end.

The low laughter in such a quiet night was like a stone throwing into the lake, causing waves.

Su Mian's ears were so hot that he was laughing.

She silently called him... a demon in her heart!

Then, she heard the monster say, "Su Mian, don't take yourself too seriously, I just want you to do me a favor."

“What’s the busy thing?”

"I'm going to attend a charity banquet this weekend, and you will be my female companion at that time."

Su Mian hesitated, "Just a female companion?"

"Or what?" Zhong Nanqin sneered coldly, "Do you still want to be my bed companion?"

Su Mian, who was born thin-skinned, was so teased that he blushed on the spot by his words.

"You..." She was both ashamed and annoyed, "Dream you!"

"It's not that I haven't slept together, why are you shy?"

"Zhong Nanqin..."

"Hmm?" Zhong Nanqin hooked her with her nose, "Why don't you call her Mr. Zhong?"

Su Mian was so angry that he scolded him, "Bastard Zhong!"

After scolding, she hung up the phone, then buried her face that seemed to be burned into the pillow, and her whole body became hot.

A shameless man...

On the other side, Zhong Nanqin looked at the hanging cell phone and his lips unconsciously curled up.

In the light, the angular face was unconsciously softer.
To be continued...