At the party that night, Yu Chen invited all the wealthy second-generation people in Shanghai to a bar. The bar had already been booked by him. With the help of the atmosphere team, the atmosphere quickly became lively.

Zhao Jingyu always clings to Qin Hao, watching with sharp eyes every person who tries to chat up Qin Hao.

"Actually, you don't have to worry, I don't look down on these vulgar fans." Qin Hao whispered in Zhao Jingyu's ear.

Zhao Jingyu kissed Qin Hao on the side of his face: "I'm just a little tired and don't want to move."

Qin Hao did not force himself and continued to drink with Lin Yu and Yu Chen.

Lin Yu was obviously drunk too. He hugged two hot young girls and started to twist to the music. Yu Chen got even more excited and danced face-to-face with a girl. The girl opposite also got high.

He took off his shirt and jacket and threw it directly onto the dance floor, which immediately caused a whistle.

It wasn't until two o'clock in the morning that everyone dispersed. Lin Yu was already drunk and started talking nonsense. He was carried to the hotel by two girls. As for what would happen to them at night, you can imagine.

On the way back, Zhao Jingyu's eyes were obviously a little lonely.

Qin Hao pinched the back of her hand and asked curiously: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing, I'm just thinking that if I hadn't met you, maybe my fate would have been the same as theirs." Zhao Jingyu's eyes showed a hint of gratitude.

Qin Hao put his arms around Zhao Jingyu's shoulders and kissed her silently on the forehead.

Back home, Zhao Jingyu hung her long legs directly on Qin Hao's waist, breathing heavily and kissing him more passionately than ever before.

Qin Hao had drunk a lot of wine and was smelling of alcohol. He held Zhao Jingyu's long legs and put her on the dining table.

Turning around, Zhao Jingyu lay on the bed with her body sore and limp. The fragments of clothes scattered around the bed were enough to prove how intense the battle last night was.

Qin Hao's warm palms gently traveled on Zhao Jingyu's smooth back. Zhao Jingyu murmured and frowned. She opened her eyes and found that Qin Hao was causing trouble. She rolled her eyes at him, but was unable to resist.

"I hate it, I try so hard every time."

Qin Hao said with an innocent face: "You deserve it. Who asked you to take the initiative to provoke me? This is what you will end up with."

As if she had regained some strength, Zhao Jingyu rolled over, wrapped her hot body in a quilt, and said coquettishly next to Qin Hao.

"Honey, after the house is renovated, I want to do something by myself."

Qin Hao was a little surprised: "Oh? You want to start your own business?"

Zhao Jingyu nodded. She still vividly remembered the scene in the nightclub last night. Girls younger than her and with better figures abounded, and they were like commodities, being ordered around by the rich second generation without any regard.

dignity.

This made Zhao Jingyu feel a sense of crisis. She knew very well that by being selected by Qin Hao, she had taken over Liang Zhengxian's "light" to some extent. If she hadn't been trying to avoid Liang Zhengxian, she might not have been able to catch Qin Hao's attention.

Everything she has now was given by Qin Hao. Once she falls out of favor, she will have nothing. Without this experience, maybe Zhao Jingyu would not be so afraid. It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but it is difficult to go from luxury to frugality. Zhao Jingyu

Not wanting to live like that again, she must seize this opportunity to completely change her destiny.

"Well, I want to open a beauty salon." After Zhao Jingyu finished speaking, she carefully watched Qin Hao's reaction.

Qin Hao thought for a while: "This is a good idea and worth trying."

Zhao Jingyu didn't expect Qin Hao to agree so easily. She was pleasantly surprised and said coquettishly: "But I don't have that much money."

"I can invest money in you, but you have to have a specific plan."

Before Qin Hao finished speaking, Zhao Jingyu took the initiative to sit on Qin Hao, and the quilt wrapped around her slowly slipped off.

In the next two months, Zhao Jingyu was even busier than Qin Hao. She had to keep an eye on decoration while looking for stores suitable for opening a beauty salon. She really looked like a strong woman.

Qin Hao also followed her lead. It doesn't cost much to open a beauty salon anyway.

But what Qin Hao didn't expect was that Zhao Jingyu actually opened a beauty salon, and the location was located in the Kerry Center shopping mall.

In Zhao Jingyu's words, people who live in Junyue Mansion are rich and generally over thirty years old. Women after thirty years of age naturally have a particularly strong need for beauty.

Qin Hao couldn't help but admire Zhao Jingyu with admiration, and at the same time he also gave her some help. He transferred a store manager from "Mainasi" to help Zhao Jingyu manage, and also taught her some management methods.

On New Year's Day in 2015, Qin Hao and Zhao Jingyu moved into the mansion on the top floor of Junyue Mansion.

Zhao Jingyu stood on the balcony, letting the Jiang wind blow her long hair away, and the smile spread uncontrollably on her face.

Zhong Xiaoqin and a colleague came to the top floor with gift boxes in their hands.

"Tsk, tsk, these rich people are really mistaking money for money." My colleague suddenly said with emotion.

Zhong Xiaoqin looked at her colleague in confusion.

The colleague raised his eyebrows: "Have you seen this door? It seems to be some Italian brand. This door alone costs hundreds of thousands. I estimate that it must be the same set inside. Just get these, at least

It's hundreds of thousands, which is enough for us to pay a down payment in Shanghai. Do you think we're taking the money improperly?"

Zhong Xiaoqin's eyes widened: "Just one break? Hundreds of thousands, are all these rich people fools?"

"You don't understand. You may not be able to buy it for more than 100,000 yuan. You have to order it. It will take at least half a year for it to arrive."

Zhong Xiaoqin feels that her world view has been paid for in advance. Her family conditions are pretty good. Her parents are both locals from Shanghai. Although they are not rich, she has never worried about money since she was a child. But now with others

Comparing them, it's a world of difference.

The colleague didn't wait for Zhong Xiaoqin to digest the information and rang the doorbell directly.

When the door was opened, Zhong Xiaoqin was completely stunned: "Why is it you?"

Qin Hao crossed his arms on his chest and frowned, "Why can't it be me?"

Seeing this, the colleague quickly pulled Zhong Xiaoqin and said to Qin Hao with a smile: "Hello, we are property management staff. This is a housewarming gift package prepared by our property company for the owners."

As if hearing the movement at the door, Zhao Jingyu came to the door and saw Zhong Xiaoqin enthusiastically inviting her into the house.

Zhong Xiaoqin was still in a downtime state, so she was pulled into the room by Zhao Jingyu.

Qin Hao was a little confused, how could Zhao Jingyu and Zhong Xiaoqin still have a friendship, it seemed that they quite trusted her.

"Okay, I've accepted the gift bag. If you don't have anything else to do, go ahead and do your work."

The colleague bowed and left in embarrassment. Originally, she wanted to follow him in to have a look and gain some knowledge.

Zhao Jingyu pulled Zhong Xiaoqin to sit on the sofa. Zhong Xiaoqin was immediately attracted by the comfortable sitting feeling of the sofa and asked curiously.

"Ms. Zhao, this sofa is so comfortable to sit on. What brand is it? When I get paid, I will buy one for my parents. The old sofa at home is too hard."

Zhao Jingyu shook her head: "I have forgotten the specific brand. I will ask the decoration company later and I will send it to you then."

"Then I'll trouble you."

"No trouble. Speaking of which, the decoration of my house was so smooth thanks to your help."

Zhong Xiaoqin scratched her head in embarrassment: "Actually, I didn't help much. I asked my colleagues in the construction department to tell me many things. I just conveyed them."

When Zhao Jingyu saw Qin Hao coming over, she stepped forward and took Qin Hao's arm affectionately.

"Dear, this is Zhong Xiaoqin from property management. He helped me a lot during the decoration and saved me a lot of pitfalls."

Zhong Xiaoqin suddenly thought of what Gu Jia had said to her that day, and couldn't help but secretly curse: What? I just said it's impossible. They already have girlfriends and their houses are decorated. They will probably get married soon.

Already?

"Miss Zhong, we meet again." Qin Hao said hello calmly.

Zhong Xiaoqin's face looked a little unnatural, and Zhao Jingyu looked at the two of them with confusion when she saw this: "Have you known each other before?"

Qin Hao briefly told what happened before, and Zhao Jingyu couldn't help but cover her mouth and chuckle: "Then we're no longer acquainted without fighting."

Zhong Xiaoqin secretly cursed: Why can't we understand each other without fighting? She is completely in a bad situation. It took almost a week for the swelling in her elbow to subside.

"Ahem, Miss Zhao, congratulations on your housewarming. Well, I'm still at work, so I have to go back." Zhong Xiaoqin found an excuse to leave.

When Zhao Jingyu saw this, she didn't try to hold him back anymore. She sent Zhong Xiaoqin to the door, watched her enter the elevator, and then closed the door.

As a result, as soon as he closed the door and turned around, he hit "a wall".

"I hate it, you scared me to death." Zhao Jingyu whined and hit Qin Hao several times with her small fist.

Without saying a word, Qin Hao directly hugged Zhao Jingyu and whispered in her ear: "Try how about the sound insulation of the room. If there are still neighbors who complain, let the decoration company rework it."

Not to be outdone, Zhao Jingyu hugged Qin Hao's neck: "Come as you come, who is afraid of whom?"

Qin Hao resolutely suppressed this kind of provocation, threw Zhao Jingyu on the sofa, and kissed her.

While catering, Zhao Jingyu reached for the remote control on the sofa in a panic and closed the curtains on the floor-to-ceiling windows.

Two hours later.

"My dear, are you interested in Zhong Xiaoqin?" Zhao Jingyu suddenly leaned into Qin Hao's ear and whispered.

Qin Hao was stunned for a moment: "Why do you think so?"

"Hehe, a woman's sixth sense." Zhao Jingyu covered her mouth and said with a sweet smile.

Qin Hao was a little curious: "Oh? Then you're not jealous?"

Zhao Jingyu faintly drew circles on Qin Hao's chest: "I can't conquer a man like you by myself, I have to find a helper."

"Squeeze you dry so that those sluts out there won't have any chance to take advantage of you."

Qin Hao rolled his eyes: "Then do I still have to praise you for being virtuous, virtuous, and considerate?"

"Is not it?"

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To be continued...