PFC Chapter 243 The Green Tea Zombie King is pretending to be pitiful again 8
Chapter 243 The Green Tea Zombie King is pretending to be pitiful again 8
This made him a little irritated, but he suppressed his irritation and sniffed the scent of Song Wenjing's body like a drug addict.
Show a perverted and satisfied smile!
Husband...my...!
……
Ye Jia stared at the messages on his phone closely. Every time he heard a notification, he would open his phone to check, but unfortunately, it was not the message he was waiting for.
He gritted his teeth and said, "Okay! Then I will come to see you in person tomorrow. As a newly graduated college student, what I lack most now is money. As long as the money is in place."
"I just don't believe you can resist temptation."
He has not had a good time at home these days. His father always comes to lecture him about things, and he has to listen even if he doesn't want to.
Even after moving to Xu Fengxing, he still had a lot of trouble because of what his father said.
In my previous life, my father and clan members lived a comfortable life because of my existence, while those poor relatives praised me on the surface but insulted me behind my back.
They were also partly responsible for his and Xu Fengxing's deaths.
In this life, he will definitely make those poor relatives pay the price. His strong father and cowardly mother will just have to ensure that they have something to eat.
Otherwise it would be annoying to always teach him how to do things.
As he thought about it, he fell into a deep sleep.
……
"Knock knock knock."
Song Wenjing was holding Ji Zhaoan and playing with him on the sofa. When he heard the knock on the door, he guessed who was coming.
"An An, the man who delivered the money is here. Wait here obediently. I'm going to talk to him about something. I won't let him into our house."
After waiting for three minutes in a daze, Ji Zhaoan slowly shook his head and gently pulled Song Wenjing's clothes, "Oh." The meaning was very clear, he wanted to go too.
"Okay, let's go together. Just follow me and don't go out, okay?" Song Wenjing took his hand and asked him to follow him.
"Oh." Ji Zhaoan nodded obediently and followed Song Wenjing closely!
Song Wenjing opened the door, but it only made a big crack. Ji Zhaoan was behind Song Wenjing, and Ye Jia couldn't see him at all from his position.
Song Wenjing said bluntly: "What are you doing here? You are not welcome in my house."
Ye Jia clearly saw a safety lock lying quietly on the table in the living room, as if waiting for its owner!
He adjusted his state and said with a smile: "Brother Song, won't you invite me in to sit down?" Ye Jia gently brushed the hair on his forehead with his hand, and a faint fragrance wafted from his body.
His eyes are full of confidence in winning!
I am very beautiful, with skin like a peeled egg, soft features but not feminine, and eyes as innocent as a deer!
It can make men feel more protective!
Song Wenjing felt a pain in his waist. It was Ji Zhaoan twisting the flesh around his waist. His expression was a little torn, and he quickly clasped Ji Zhaoan's hand with one hand.
She said mercilessly, "Get lost... You already have a boyfriend, yet you still come here to attract attention. Do you think I'm a trash can? You'll take in all sorts of trash?"
Song Wenjing could feel that the people behind him fell silent for a while as soon as he finished speaking.
He even wanted to reach out and wipe the unnecessary sweat from his forehead!
"Ah?" Ye Jia's expression couldn't help but crack. According to his thoughts, shouldn't Song Wenjing let him in happily?
How could it become like this?
Isn't he good-looking? He had come here with light makeup on, and his clothes were carefully selected, dressing himself up like a noble prince in Europe!
Song Wenjing rolled his eyes and said, "If you have something to say, just say it. If not, I'm going to close the shop." Why is this guy so shy?
If you want a safety lock, just tell him quickly. As long as the money is in place, he's not going to refuse! Why are you playing the emotional card here? Are you trying to get him to charge less?
Dream on!
Seeing that his expression didn't seem like he was joking, Ye Jia could only hurriedly say, "It's like this, I've worn that safety lock for a long time and I've developed an attachment to it."
"Can you give it to me? Or I can buy it for you..." He opened his innocent eyes and bit his tempting lower lip.
Ji Zhaoan looked at the safety lock on his neck, puffed out his chest, and looked a little proud (￣▽￣).
If Song Wenjing hadn't stopped him from going out, he would have wanted to go and show off.
Song Wenjing leaned against the door and said, "How much do you plan to pay? This is a family heirloom of our Song family. I plan to pass it on to my wife."
"How can I sell it so easily? The ancestors of the Song family will not forgive me."
Ji Zhaoan's mind flashed, wife?
Ye Jia suddenly understood what Song Wenjing meant, which was that he had to pay the full amount, otherwise he would not sell it.
"Is one hundred thousand okay?" Ye Jia said. This was already a lot, as his monthly living expenses were only thirty thousand.
Song Wenjing said with a half-smile, "Are you sending away beggars? What is a family heirloom? It's something passed down from our ancestors to the present day, an antique! Do you understand?"
When talking about "antiques", Song Wenjing deliberately spoke in a sonorous and powerful voice, and a sense of momentum rose up for no reason!
"It's very precious. You have the nerve to buy my Song family's heirloom with such a small amount of money. You have no shame, but I still have some dignity."
Song Wenjing looked at him with contempt and said disdainfully: "Tsk! Why are you pretending to be so arrogant when you have no money? Tsk~"
After saying that, just as he was about to close the door, Ye Jia quickly stopped him with his hand, "How much do you want?" That was a huge space.
How could he possibly give up? Song Wenjing was talking about a family heirloom, but he was just trying to get more money.
The disdain in Song Wenjing's eyes made him feel like a rat in the gutter! How hateful! He was clearly living such a glorious life!
"One price, eight million." Song Wenjing said lightly.
"What? You want eight million for a safety lock?" Ye Jia was immediately defeated. He thought the maximum price was one million, but he didn't expect it to be eight million now.
"Are you kidding me?" Ye Jia still wanted to argue.
Song Wenjing interrupted, "That's the price anyway. I can't go even a penny lower. I just graduated from college and don't have much money."
"This safety lock is passed down from my ancestors. If I take it to some masters for appraisal, I can sell it at an auction house."
"The price is probably higher than what I'd sell it to you, but I don't want to make an extra trip. Otherwise, you might get a bargain. If you miss this opportunity, you'll never get it again."
"You have to think about it carefully. If I get the urge one day, you will have to sell it." Song Wenjing still looked unmoved.
A penny less?
Ha! No room for negotiation!
Ye Jia wanted to stab him to death. He had only earned a few million over the years and could not afford it at all.
Unless he secretly embezzled the company's money, plus his own pocket money and the money he begged from Xu Fengxing.
Ye Jia gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I will definitely transfer the money to you tomorrow, that..." Before he finished speaking, the door in front of him closed.
"Clang."
Ye Jia: “…….”
Good...very good.
He ran downstairs angrily, wishing he could bite off a piece of Song Wenjing's flesh.
He just didn't believe that Song Wenjing would still be alive when the end of the world came.
Anyway, the end of the world is approaching, so he can secretly embezzle money from the company, and his father and others will definitely not find out.