"No," Zhang Ningzhi shook her head, the young girl eagerly looking at Jiang Nian, "Jiang Nian, I’m really poor."
She wasn’t worried about the money, she just wanted to spend a little more ti with soone.
"Silly girl, give your phone." Jiang Nian had a doting smile, "Online loans can go up to 150,000 yuan."
Zhang Ningzhi: "You!!"
"You can live here, just squeeze a bit," Yao Beibei said after touring around, turning her head back.
"I can sleep on the sofa, since it’s hot anyway."
"Exactly," Zhang Ningzhi raised her small fist, "I can too, I don’t mind you."
"I mind you guys, and besides..." Jiang Nian looked troubled, "there are models coming over."
He was making it up, usually he would et models at hotels. Just bring a small trolley, capture the lighting and props.
"Mo... Model?" The young girl was taken aback, her tongue tied, "Call girls?"
Jiang Nian: "???"
Yao Beibei also turned around, "???"
What nonsense about call girls.
"For photo shoots, after all, he sells clothes." Yao Beibei sat down on the sofa, "How’s business going?"
Jiang Nian leaned against the wall, grinning without a serious bone in his body, "Pretty good, steadily losing money."
"It’s okay, business always starts with losses before profits," Zhang Ningzhi clenched her fists to cheer him on.
"Hang in there, you will turn a profit."
Jiang Nian was stunned for a second, thinking to himself, she really is no ordinary Little President Zhang.
"Alright."
"Uh... aren’t you guys going to the hotel?"
"Nope, just staying for a few days." Zhang Ningzhi pursed her lips, "We want to check out your warehouse tomorrow."
Yao Beibei said, "Staying in a hotel is a hassle going back and forth."
"n and won shouldn’t...," Jiang Nian rubbed his chin, "I get a bit scared sleeping alone at night."
"Pffft! You wish!" Yao Beibei wasn’t interested in humoring him, "I’m so tired, I need to lie down."
Jiang Nian nodded, after a mont of thought, he went out to buy a bag of toiletries and two air-conditioning quilts.
After settling in the two girls, he checked the data again.
Four orders were processed today, hmm...it slightly exceeded expectations. Both click-through rates and conversion rates looked good.
Riding a small electric scooter, he returned to the apartnt.
Jiang Nian entered the password to get in, it was pitch black inside. The two girls were asleep in the attic, so he quietly washed up.
His hair wasn’t dry, nor did he dare to blow-dry it.
Luckily, it was sumr, and it dried quickly. He simply sat by the stairs, playing gas to pass the ti.
He had two phones, and would reply to ssages in between gas.
Li Hua: "Nian, where have you been lately? Even when I ask you to co online, you don’t show up—what’s the deal?"
Ma Guojun: "I can’t stand Li Hua, that guy keeps boasting about his scores, when will you co out to put him in his place?"
Liu Yang: "Damn, my mom really found a female Taoist priest, and now she’s forcing to see a psychiatrist."
Lin Dong: "Went to Yuzhang to do sales, they say selling courses there guarantees at least 7,000 yuan, giving it a try."
Tao Ran: "Do you think there’s a big bias against Furui in the North?"
Zhou Yuting: "The scores were beyond what I expected, my family is urging to go to college, but I..."
Dong Que: "Are you in Yuhang?"
Yu Zhiyi: "What do you an you only need a model one size smaller for now? Are you implying I’m fat?"
Yang Qiming: "Bro, (grinning) Little Bailin asked what you’re doing in Yuhang, can you share a bit?"
Old Liu: "When’s the graduation party?"
Zeng You: "I’m so bored during the sumr, waiting to start college, any recomndations for things to do?"
Cai Xiaoqing: "(Speechless) I want to go to Southern China for college, but my parents want to go to Beijing."
Huang Fang: "Got a new phone, number is 188xxxx."
Lv Xuan: "Congratulations."
He Minjun: "Didn’t I hear people saying you scored over 700 on the college entrance exam? (Dumbfounded)"
Jiang Nian looked through them one by one, replying to each. Then he scrolled to find Xu Qianqian and the others’ chat box.
To be honest, just replying to ssages every day is a big task.
He actually had a thod, grouping connected people together, setting aside a ti to reply to everyone.
In his spare ti, responding in fragnted minutes. Thus, it was well-organized and he never screwed up once.
Li Qingrong: "When are you coming over?"
Jiang Nian thought for a mont, replying with a 6. Going around that date shouldn’t be considered breaking the agreent.
"It’s been very busy these days, so it’s quite a stretch."
Li Qingrong: "(Smile)."
Jiang Nian: "(Cold sweat)."
After replying to everyone, he switched to Xu Qianqian. The two girls had been busy lately, they hadn’t been chatting frequently.
Unknowingly, an hour and a half passed.
Jiang Nian touched his hair, which was now fully dry. The air conditioning breeze sweeping through, he was covered with an air-conditioning quilt.
He stood up, ready to sleep on the sofa. After all, the loft had been given up to them, so he could only make do for a few days.
Suddenly, a sound ca from the stairs.
"You awake?"
"Mm." Zhang Ningzhi was wearing a pink short-sleeved nightgown, her long legs glowing white.
She stood at the stairway, one hand on the railing.
The loft setup was like that, open kitchen on the left upon entering, bathroom on the right, stairs leading to the loft.
A breathing lamp was on by the stairs, directly facing the sofa.
She was wearing pink indoor slippers, bought temporarily. Her ten white toes neatly tucked together.
Pink and adorable.
"Why are you sitting here?" Zhang Ningzhi walked down, standing in front of him, "Aren’t you sleeping?"
"Uh, washed my hair..." Jiang Nian started but got lazy to continue, "Why did you co down?"
Hearing this, Zhang Ningzhi blushed imdiately.
"To pee."
"Oh~~" Jiang Nian made space, pointing towards the bathroom, "Go ahead, go ahead."
Zhang Ningzhi pursed her lips, quickly walking towards the bathroom. She locked the door... huh, can’t lock a sliding door?
Whatever, it’s fine.
That said, the young girl was still nervous. After all, sharing the bathroom for the first ti had her a bit short of oxygen.
After finishing her business, she quietly slipped out.
Jiang Nian sat on the sofa, a half-height breathing lamp beside him, outlining his delicate features.
Zhang Ningzhi glanced at him, instinctively holding her breath. Approaching, she slowly sat down beside him.
"Thank you."
"Serving the young lady is as it should be," he smiled, "Such opportunities, after all, are rare."
"What...what opportunity?" The young girl held her breath.
"The opportunity to be in the sa room."
"Well..." Zhang Ningzhi blushed, her gaze drifting elsewhere, "in the future... there will be many such opportunities."
With her hands having nowhere to rest, she simply intertwined them.
Jiang Nian glanced at her, and she avoided his gaze. Then, her breathing grew heavy, and she slowly closed her eyes.
"???"
He was bewildered for a mont but didn’t hesitate for long.
The breathing lamp was still on, and Jiang Nian’s body leaned slightly. Slowly approaching, testing bit by bit.
With squinted eyes under the dim light, Zhang Ningzhi saw Jiang Nian’s outline getting closer.
Then, completely engulfing her.
"Mmm~~!"
At the mont they kissed, her breath halted. Her heart pounded furiously, and her blood began to boil.
Gently pressing, exploring, teasing during the separation.
The air felt as if ignited, rendering the air conditioning ineffective, skin becoming scorchingly hot.
Oxygen was gradually being stripped, forced into brevity.
Not sure how long passed, a sound of flipping on the loft startled Zhang Ningzhi awake, her body softening.
Thump thump thump!!
Her heart drumd like thunder, seemingly ready to leap out the next second.
The hand resting on her neck released, her entire being involuntarily sinking down, resuming oxygen flow.
Zhang Ningzhi was dazed, until she was tapped on the arm.
"Huh?"
"Go to sleep," Jiang Nian said.
"Oh oh." Zhang Ningzhi stood up, her legs instantly went weak, thankfully supported, yet felt like stepping on cotton.
Not sure how she got up to the loft, turning to lie down.
Only then did she realize, her face flushed red, becoming extrely hot, suppressing an urge to scream but holding back.
Her heart slowly cald, regaining composure. Yet she couldn’t sleep, listening intently to every sound from downstairs.
Almost forgot to say, like...
Really like him.
She hesitated on whether to go downstairs and add that sentence. Thinking about it, she gradually fell asleep.
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