"Stop right there!" Tongtong shouted urgently, watching the girl on the bike ride away. Angrily, she turned to the two assistants carrying bags behind her, "Why didn’t you chase after her? I’m not paying you to just loaf around. If sothing happens because of this photo, can you bear the responsibility?!"
"It’s just a photo. It’s no big deal," the businessman said indifferently. "After all, in your entertainnt circle, scandals are everywhere. When the ti cos, you just say I’m your godfather!"
Realizing her outburst, Tongtong quickly switched to a smile, holding onto the man’s arm again, "I’m just worried it would have a bad impact on you. I’ll call you my godfather in public then!"
"Good girl!" The businessman ambiguously pinched her rear, "Get in the car!"
"Okay!"
Obediently, Tongtong agreed, glancing in the direction the cycling girl had left, biting her teeth in resentnt.
Since Jiao Yang returned, she had been working hard to clean up her image.
The shelf life of youthful popularity is limited. Tongtong understood well that her allure was gradually decreasing, and before she faced complete decline, she had to find a good match.
Five years ago, she had a past with Jiao Yang, and hence felt differently about him compared to other n.
Once Jiao Yang was back, she always thought there was a possibility of rekindling their old affair.
But a few days ago, she saw him with a new male assistant. This was not only nauseating but also made her give up entirely on Jiao Yang, so she started looking for other n.
This ti, if not for getting a hold of the other’s ad agency rights, she wouldn’t be dealing with this businessman, and it was such bad luck to get photographed.
That damn girl, I curse you to get hit by a car while biking!
Tongtong thought resentfully as she got into the car with the businessman.
The girl being cursed wasn’t hit by a car as Tongtong wished. Instead, she smoothly returned to Riverside Fragrant Mansion, stopped her bike at the door of Jiao Yang’s villa, swiftly jumped off, casually dropped the bike on the grass, and headed up the steps, knocking on the door.
A mont later, the door opened.
Jiao Yang looked at the girl standing outside, raising his brows in confusion.
By now, the girl had removed her helt and dark goggles, revealing eyes that smiled, it was none other than Mo Bei, temporarily residing at Jiao Yang’s house.
"How do you like my new ride?!"
Jiao Yang glanced at the bike on the grass, "It’s not bad!"
"What’s ’not bad’ supposed to an?" Mo Bei slightly raised her chin, "SOLOMO high-grade carbon fiber body, SRAM-RED top-tier carbon fiber shift and brake system... This is a limited edition just released by DELTA7Sports (bike brand), the only one in Beijing!"
"Why not just buy a car then?!" Jiao Yang asked, puzzled.
"I’m just an assistant, driving a car that’s too good doesn’t fit my status!" Mo Bei stepped up, lifted the bike from the grass, "I think this is quite good. It only weighs 3 kilograms; I can lift it with one hand. It’s eco-friendly and lightweight. The most important part, it’s really cheap!"
Jiao Yang shrugged, "How much?!"
"Just a little over 100,000. The store gave a 10% discount, so it’s under 100,000!" Mo Bei turned her face, "Altogether, I owe you 139,862 yuan now!"
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