With such doubts, Song Mi turned to look at Song Xun next to him. The sunshine outside the window happened to shine on the young man's face. His skin was white and his lips were red, his eyebrows were dark and sharp, and his facial features were as straight as a character in a comic. He felt like a boy.

Full.

Uh...it seems pretty good-looking?

No wonder all siblings in the world despise each other for being ugly.

No matter how good-looking the other person is.

As soon as the phone rang, a WeChat message jumped in.

Yang Qian: Okay, okay, tell me, let me see what can cause differences between you and your handsome brother [dog head]

Song Mi: [rolls eyes]

Song Mi completely explained the whole story through words. As an editor, she has good writing skills and her words are quite concise and easy to understand.

Basically, she signed a contract to protect Party A, and by dedicating all her time outside of work, she could earn 300,000 yuan a month.

Several question marks were sent directly over there.

Yang Qian:?

Yang Qian:??

Yang Qian:???

Song Mi: My brother said this was a lie and that Party A was either a big enemy or plotting against me.

Yang Qian: My handsome brother is right.

Song Mi:?

Yang Qian: It’s not like I’m speaking with a filter. It’s impossible to have such a good thing even if I think about it with my head.

Song Mi: But there is!

Yang Qian: Are you sure there are no other hidden terms, such as that aspect of the transaction?

Song Mi: No! I’m sure!

Yang Qian: Then your Party A is a big enemy, and he deserves it.

The chat ends here.

song

Song Mi: "..."

She choked for a while and thought of one thing, "He asked me to give him a bank card when I get back, and he will give me my first month's salary today, which is 300,000 yuan."

Song Xun was startled.

Song Mi continued: "If I can have 300,000 yuan today, I can first pay off the 150,000 yuan on the credit card, pay the rent for the next quarter, and then pay off part of the debt."

"..."

Song Xun has always been skeptical about this matter.

He didn't think such a good thing could happen.

Song Mi tried to persuade him: "That's a really good person. If you think he really has any evil intentions for me, would he spend so much money?"

Song Xun raised his sharp eyebrows: "Why not?"

"Do you know how much that is?"

Song Mi's eyes widened, "Three hundred thousand!"

Song Xun looked at her like he was looking at a fool and sneered: "What's the matter with three hundred thousand? For you and me, this may be an astronomical figure."

"..."

"Do you know how much three hundred thousand dollars is equivalent to a person driving a Bentley with a serial number?"

Song Mi followed the words and guessed.

"Two or three hundred?"

Song Xun looked at her and smiled: "Two or three yuan."

Song Mi: "..."

She had nothing to say.

If you think about it carefully, Tan Xize is indeed that rich.

Song Mi: "But what evil thoughts could he have towards me?"

Song Xun played with the red string on his wrist and said in a casual tone: "I like you."

Like her?

Tan always likes her, so why go to such trouble?

What an international joke!

Song Mi stared: "How is that possible!"

"Think about it." Song Xun stretched out his hand and pressed it in mid-air, "If he likes you and doesn't tell you, but instead uses this method to lure you in, don't you think such a person is scary? How thoughtful he is.

So deep..."

"That's not the case!" Song Mi said, "I begged him to give me such a chance, he didn't lead me into a trap."

"..."

Song Xun commented with a straight face: "That's even scarier."

Song Mi: "?"

"Haven't you heard a word?"

"?"

"High-end hunters often approach the scene as prey."

"..."

Song Mi couldn't help but rolled his eyes, frowned and asked: "Song Xun, where did you learn these words all day long? You never focus on studying, right? You are in your senior year of high school!"

"Don't change the subject."

Song Xun gave her a hopeless look and said, "He just likes you anyway, I'm sure."

Song Mi felt that this topic was too much to discuss with him, so he pointed at him and asked as he watched him fiddling with the red string on his wrist.

"When I gave it to you, you didn't dislike it, so why are you still wearing it?"

"That way the girls at school won't harass me."

"..."

"Sister." He suddenly called her.

"ah?"

In the sunlight, the black eyes of the young man shone brightly. He looked at Song Mi and said word by word:
Chapter completed!