Chapter 3 Living together

"Mr. Shang, do you mind telling me your bank card password?"

The dull voice of a man came from the bathroom: "6 8."

Jiang Xingxing:...

A world-class rich man, do you use 6 8 as bank card passwords? Do you think you have made too much money?

"But I remind you that the police are now closely monitoring all my online transactions. To ensure our safety, you'd better not touch my card."

us……

So are you tied together now?

Jiang Xingxing had a headache and walked around the room twice, looked at his Armani coat, and then the card in his hand.

The current situation is that there is no cash and the card cannot be moved. This world-class rich man came to her house with nothing.

"Mr. Shang."

She kept her tone as kind as possible: “So you…no money now?

No penny left?"

"It can be understood this way."

The bathroom door opened, Shang Jie walked out in a fog. He was naked and surrounded her light blue bath towel.

Jiang Xingxing opened his eyes wide and accurately saw the eight-pack abdominal muscles on his abdomen and the smooth winding mermaid line, which kept surfing into the bath towel.

What kind of fairy figure!

Shang Jie wiped his moist short hair with a towel: "I'm going to ask Miss Jiang during this time I've been bothering me."

Please...so is he going to ask himself to her?

"Actually, I'm very tight at hand."

Jiang Xingxing thought about his refusal, but he didn't expect that Shang Jie suddenly turned around and approached her. Jiang Xingxing took a few steps back and was pressed against the wall by him.

Just after taking a shower, his body was filled with undissipated heat, which almost prevented her from breathing.

Troubled.

"Shang, Mr. Shang."

The man lowered his eyes and glanced at her. His bright peach eyes forced her to have nowhere to escape. His legs were weak, and he would fall into his arms if he was not careful.

"I will give you whatever you want, do you understand?"

I understand, I understand very much.

Jiang Xingxing hurriedly slipped out of the door and went to a WeChat message for his good friend Mingjin: "Big baby, help me, [Star Eye]."

Less than two minutes after the message was sent, Mingjin transferred 200 yuan to her: "That's all, you can save some money."

"What a baby! I love you so much [Kiss] [Kiss]."

Jiang Xingxing went to the 24-hour convenience supermarket to conduct a big purchase.

It was already late at night when Shang Jie frowned as he looked at the four-cornered flowered shorts and the rough-made I-line T-shirt she bought.

"Considering that the things you buy may be difficult to guarantee quality, but..." He pulled off a floating wire from his T-shirt: "What a hundred dollars a piece?"

Jiang Xingxing said calmly: "Mr. Shang, you overestimate my consumption level. The T-shirt is packed with 29 yuan and two pieces, and the shorts are 10 yuan per pair. It can be worn as underwear or outside. It is economical and practical."

Commercial Ring:...

In addition, Jiang Xingxing put a few bags of instant noodles into the storage cabinet, hung a big lock, and put the key into his pajama pocket.

Commercial Ring:...

"Considering the limited funds, Mr. Shang, you are wronged first. We will start dinner on time when we are at dinner time. At other times, you should try to reduce activities and save energy.

After all, when the dragon travels to the shallows, no one will fall into the sun. I will wait for you to make a comeback. If you are rich and noble, don’t forget each other.”

After hearing what she said, Shang Jie pursed his thin lips, and the beautiful peach blossom eyes actually brought a thin smile.

Jiang Xingxing saw that he looked serious and indifferent in newspapers and magazines too much. At this moment, a shallow smile made her feel that spring flowers bloomed in her heart.

Sure enough, people who are good-looking can look good in everything they do.

She stroked the scar on her forehead and suddenly felt a little disappointed. Because of her disfigurement, she was ridiculed since she was a child. She ran for 180 games, but she never played the protagonist. Who would have wanted a broken protagonist?

Forget it, maybe this is her fate.

It doesn't matter, she likes acting, and as long as she can always do what she likes, she should be satisfied.

During her moment of contemplation, Shang Jie had already gone to the bathroom to put on a T-shirt and shorts.

He has a very good figure, with the blocky muscles on his arms and back so smooth that the I-shirt was directly supported by his figure, tightly pressing against his white skin.

The male models with underwear don’t have such a good figure!

"It's getting late."

Jiang Xingxing threw the thin blanket on the sofa: "If you don't mind, you should sleep on the sofa."

Shang Jie received a glass of warm water for himself: "What if I mind?"

What, do you still want to suck her luxurious wire bed?

"Mr. Shang, although you said you would give me all kinds of benefits after you go back, but now all this has not been fulfilled, and I can't really believe your words, so..."

So you have to feel a little silly in your heart, don’t force her to be a bad person!

Shang Jie walked to the bed as if nothing had happened and sat down: "If you don't mind, we can sleep in the bed together."

Jiang Xingxing:...

Two minutes later, she walked out of the kitchen with a fierce look and placed a kitchen knife in the middle of the bed.

Shang Jie shrugged, walked to the sofa without saying a word, sorted out the sheets, and lay down obediently.

Jiang Xingxing walked to the wall, turned off the light, but left a dark red night light: "I'm afraid of the darkness, does Mr. Shang mind if I turn on the night light to sleep?"

Shang Jie lay on the sofa, his long legs stretched out from the edge of the sofa and hung in the air.

"A coincidence, I don't like light. With the light on, I can probably wake up all night."

Jiang Xingxing thought for a while, but turned off the night lights. It was still a bit scary that a sober man stared at your bed all night.

She lay on the bed, and the steel wire bed made a "squeak", and it was particularly clear in the dark night.

Shang Jie's ring finger began to hook unconsciously, and he yawned and was sleepy.

Her small and weak voice came: "Mr. Shang, before going to bed, I need to tell you that the kitchen knife will be placed under my pillow."

His tone was long: "I know, I'm not a beast."

Two minutes later, she heard his breathing gradually calm.

"Mr. Shang, are you asleep?"

"Um."

His tone became lazy, as if it was a sound made with his breath.

"We only have one chance to meet, why did you choose me?"

Shang Jie's voice sounded a little fluttering, and he was obviously in a state of confusion in half-dream and half awake.

"Because of the moon on your face...I like her, she saved..."

His tail sound gradually digested into the thick night.

Jiang Xingxing turned over, curled up, and touched the pink crescent scar on his forehead again with his hands.

The moon, that's what it means.

Many things are actually blurred. She heard from an adult in the orphanage that she had been kidnapped and that this scar was left by the criminals.

Jiang Xingxing had no impression of these. The doctor said that this was a psychological mechanism of intervention and protection at work. After experiencing certain harm, people would actively choose to forget.

In short, many people don’t like this scar, and Jiang Xingxing himself doesn’t like this scar. This scar is like a stain of her life, hindering her career and even her love.

Several blind dates once told her bluntly: "I don't want to find a woman with a broken appearance as a wife."

Jiang Xingxing didn't expect that in his lifetime, he could hear a man say that he liked her scars.

Whether this man is a world-class rich man or a beggar who lives on the streets.

For some reason, my mood suddenly became very good and I had no dreams all night.

The next morning, Jiang Xingxing was woken up by an alarm clock. There was a morning show today, so he had to get up early to rush to the film and television city.

He got up from the bed in a hurry, and like a war, he quickly took off his pajamas, grabbed his bra and put it on, pulled the dress on the hanger, and washed the room.

Wait, something seems to be wrong.

Jiang Xingxing mechanically turned his head and saw a man with fluffy and messy hair staring at her in a daze after seeing the sofa cushion.

Her eyes moved down!
To be continued...