Jiang Wei stays in an apartment-style four-star hotel in the central area of ​​Longgang: Zhonghai Kaili Hotel. The price per night is 2,488 yuan.

Jiang Wei's annual income is about 600,000 or 700,000 yuan. The best in the real estate industry are very profitable. She can afford the hotel room money for a few days.

Song Yi drove to the "Zhonghai Kaili Hotel". This is a hotel located in a 33-story business apartment. It is very home-based. The first floor is a variety of restaurants, the second floor and the third floor are offices.

When she took the elevator to the 22nd floor, Jiang Wei opened the door with the door card, took a pair of slippers for Song Yi, and said, "Mr. Song, please sit for a while, and I will boil water to make tea for you." After talking in the car just now, her dark mood improved a little.

"Okay." Song Yi looked at the hotel room in this room and the living room was simple in furnishings and basic furniture. He looked at Jiang Wei's beautiful back as he walked towards the slim and clean kitchen, and felt a lot of emotion.

Jiang Wei’s experience is indeed sympathetic! Her personality is a bit spicy. But it shouldn’t be the reason for her to be beaten. I can only say that one rice raises a hundred kinds of people. Some people are indeed very handsome, but they are faced with beasts.

"Gugu."

Song Yi was thinking, his stomach gulped twice. Look at the Vacheron Constantin Art Master series on his hand, it was 7:35.

He walked to the refrigerator in the living room, opened it and took a look. There was no drink, and there were a lot of fresh vegetables, meat and eggs and other ingredients in it.

Song Yi sighed, turned around and took out a cigarette and a lighter from his handbag, and went to the kitchen door to ask: "Jiang Wei, I'll go to the balcony to smoke a cigarette, is it okay?"

Jiang Wei was staring at the kettle in the kitchen, staring blankly, with a bleak figure and lonely, turning around and saying, "Oh, it's okay."

Song Yi walked to the balcony of the apartment, opened the screen window, and looked from the 22nd floor. The whole city was bathed in a rainy night, with lights lit and light rain like silk. It was filled with a sense of coolness, making people think about life.

Song Yi lit a cigarette and took a sip. He leaned against the windowsill and flipped up the message from his phone. The first thing that caught his eye was the voice message sent to him by Zhao Yujun: Brother Song, I saw your resignation application form, and General Wang has approved it. Are you leaving Shenzhen City?

Song Yi replied: "No. I have a company in Shenzhen. Well, please keep it a secret for the time being. Mr. Yu, ask you a question, what is your biggest dream in Shenzhen?"

Zhao Yujun probably didn't work overtime, and his voice came soon. The voice was as meticulous as she always was, and she said softly: "Brother Song, I will keep it for you! There is a secret between the two of us now. My biggest dream is to buy a house of my own in Shenzhen. I feel insecure."

"I understand."

As soon as Song Yi replied, the phone rang. It was Xing Jun who called, "Mr. Song, we have reached an agreement with EDG, and I have completed the signing of the contract."

Song Yi opened the system and looked at the main interface of the virtual system on his retina:

【System level: Level 2】

[Experience value: 400/100 million]

"good."

Xing Jun smiled and said, "Mr. Song, don't be too fond of your words! Our news doesn't attract attention in the mainstream media on the Internet, but it will definitely cause a sensation in the e-sports circle. The unknown live broadcast platform for the summer championship team signing a contract. This is a good hype gimmick."

Song Yi smiled and said, "Old Xing, I am only responsible for rewards and punishments. You are responsible for operations."

Xing Jun laughed loudly, "Mr. Song, don't worry."

…

…

After chatting for a while, she hung up the phone. Song Yi looked up and saw several close-fitting clothes that Jiang Wei had dried on the balcony. The styles were a bit bold. Hollow, lace, Ding ()…

I'll go.

Song Yi felt that his blood circulation was a little fast and his mouth was a little dry. It seemed that he could buy a few sets for Lin Yuan and Zhao Yujun.

At this time, Jiang Wei came out of the kitchen with a cup of hot tea, "Mr. Song, the tea bags here are of average quality, you will get it..." Then, with a little bit of delicate little face with a light slap, it was red and blood dripping.

She shouldn't have agreed to Mr. Song go to the balcony!

Mr. Song had a little bit of that to her. Now he probably fantasized about her sexy appearance in her mind only wearing close-fitting clothes.

Song Yi also felt a little embarrassed. It hurts! I wanted to explain: I didn’t look at it for a while, but then I thought about it and said that it would be better not to explain. He said goodbye: “That, Jiang Wei, I won’t drink tea. I have something to do.”

As soon as I finished speaking, my stomach rumbling twice.

Jiang Wei didn't plan to keep him, although she was already cooking dinner. It was like this, and she still tried to keep Song Yi for dinner, which was easy to misunderstand him. But when he saw that he was so hungry that he screamed, his heart softened and said, "Mr. Song, I'm already cooking noodles, it's good for a while. Let's leave after dinner!"

Song Yi thought for a while and said, "I'll cook. I'll make up for smoking on your balcony."

Jiang Wei knew what to make up for and thought: What kind of compensation do you make up for? I have good skills. But half an hour later, when I ate Song Yi’s home-cooked dishes, she immediately changed her opinion.

A plate of green pepper shredded pork, a plate of scrambled eggs with leeks, and a plate of Mapo tofu.

"Mr. Song, your cooking skills are enough to open a restaurant." Jiang Wei scooped Mapo tofu with a spoon and exclaimed.

She is from Rongcheng, and Mapo tofu is a classic dish in Sichuan cuisine. Its characteristics are: marijuana, spicy, hot, fragrant, crispy, tender, fresh, and live. She feels that Song Yi's portion of Mapo tofu she has eaten over the years is probably the top three.

The lights in the living room are bright. Song Yi held a bowl, leeks and eggs, and admired the beauty in front of him. The system brother's score is very harsh. Any beauty with a score of 90 points is a very beautiful beauty in reality.

[Jiang Wei, 27 years old, 93 looks, 92 figure]

Jiang Wei changed her professional suit now: a white shirt and a black hip-covered skirt. Instead, she changed into a lilac embroidered T-shirt with a white mid-skirt. She had a very good body proportions, and her curves were straight before her fierceness. Her skin was fair and her arms were soft as jade.

There is a little less capable workplace beauty and a little more pretty and bright young woman charm.

"If you eat more when you have some food, eat more slowly, I won't compete with you."

Jiang Wei smiled, with a delicate anger in her big eyes. She had noticed that Song Yi was admiring her figure curve and said, "The book says that food can make people feel happy. Now it seems that it is true. Mr. Song, you Chu Bei also eat spicy food, right?"

"Eat it. But my taste is not very suitable for spicy food."

Song Yi smiled and said in a warm voice. Seeing that the food was almost the same, he looked at the watch and said, "Come on, come with me."

Jiang Wei put down the bowls and chopsticks and followed Song Yi curiously to the kitchen. The two eggs being cooked in the kitchen pot were already cooked. Song Yi took out the eggs, peeled off the egg shells, and "closed his eyes."

Jiang Wei roughly knew what Song Yi was going to do: help her eliminate the bruises on her face. She leaned slightly against the edge of the kitchen counter, leaning down on her delicate and small beautiful face, and then she felt the cooked hot egg rolling softly on her face.

"Roll for fifteen minutes, apply it with cold water. Make three sets, and the bruises on your face will disappear when you wake up tomorrow. It's still a big beauty."

Jiang Wei closed her eyes and said, "Mr. Song, where did you learn it?"

"What I read in the book should be correct." Song Yi used to help Jiang Wei put on his face, and his eyes couldn't help but admire the scenery in her T-shirt. He was 1.76 meters tall and under his high collar, and he could see clearly from this angle.

That tall and white texture is really annoying!

"You treat me as a test subject!" Jiang Wei Zhanyan chuckled.

The eggs were very hot and comfortable. His hands were very gentle, and occasionally he helped her to pull her hair and stroke her face. She felt her cold heart warmed up by him. She also felt his scorching breath falling on her face.

She knew that Song Yi was admiring her beauty.

Jiang Wei suddenly opened her eyes and looked at Song Yi. Her pretty face was blushing and she said softly: "Mr. Song, let me be with me."
Chapter completed!