"It's not related, but it has nothing to do with him."
Jing Huaizhi made no secret of it and told her straight to the point what was in his heart.
The furry head slipped into his arms and looked up at him with eyes full of greed.
"So are you going to bankrupt him with just a few clicks like in the TV series?"
Zhuli's eyes sparkled with light, and a blush appeared on her face.
He rubbed the top of her hair with his big palms, and his broad body enveloped her whole body.
"I'm not that capable."
A joking tone sounded in his ears.
"Be good and go stay at your friend's house for a while."
"Do you want to tell Song Lang that we have no relationship?"
She guessed with a smile on her lips.
Jing Huaizhi said nothing and rubbed the top of her hair.
"Then what are you going to do?"
Zhuli sat up straight and wanted to hear his next words seriously.
He pursed his lips slightly, lit a cigarette, and said in a casual tone, "Do you remember the woman you met last time?"
She rolled her eyes and nodded vaguely.
"Do you want her to help you collect evidence?"
The cigarette butt bounced against the wall of the ashtray.
"A deal."
Zhuli blinked her innocent eyes, and her eyes lit up when she looked up again.
"Boss, it's better to do this."
"I took the initiative to go to Song Lang and tell him that I don't want you anymore. I want to go to him. How about gaining his trust first and then sneaking into his study quietly?"
Jing Huaizhi refused without thinking.
"No, it's too dangerous."
The gentle and soft body continued to move closer to the man's arms, fingers carelessly pulling at it.
"Boss, only if I tell Song Lang in person will he believe that we are really at loggerheads."
"Otherwise, I don't think he would believe it. Just think, by the time you are busy fighting with him, you will forget about me. If he thinks of me again..."
Zhuli's eyes shone with wisdom, and she had to admire her own logic.
His chin was pinched, "It's still for self-protection."
The fingertips traced along the chin to the neck and finally stopped at the collarbone.
Her heart kept beating, for fear that he would make the next move.
"No, boss, I really want to help you."
"That sister definitely has little chance of winning on her own. I have so many clever ideas that will definitely come in handy."
As she said this, she stood up from the sofa and even started dancing.
Jing Huaizhi chuckled with unknown meaning and said slowly.
"You have so many clever ideas, why can't you protect yourself?"
Counterattack an army.
Zhuli sat up instantly and cleared her throat: "That's right."
Think she is being sentimental.
Suddenly, his expression became a little erratic, and some scenes automatically repeated in his mind.
A month ago, he left all his work and stayed with her in Liuguan Village for so long.
Then why can't she be determined about what she wants to do.
"Let me repay you this time."
Zhuli raised her hand and touched the tip of her nose to hide her uneasiness.
He bit his lip and looked at her playfully, holding the cigarette between his slender fingers and taking a deep breath.
"We don't have any relationship other than the contract yet, right Mrs. Jing?"
She bit her lip, knowing she was in the wrong.
She understood that he was reminding her to give him an answer.
Fingers embedded in the palm of his hand, eyes round and bright: "After we deal with this matter, I want to tell you a secret."
"A secret that has haunted me for years."
"Are you interested in listening?"
She said it cleverly just to make Jing Huaizhi relax.
I scratched my head and scratched my head for a while, as if I had made some kind of decision.
After taking the last puff, Jing Huaizhi put out the cigarette butt.
He tapped her forehead with his knuckles.
"All ears."
After getting his affirmative answer, she moved towards him with a smile on her face.
"You promised, didn't you?"
The corners of her mouth were covered, unable to conceal the joy.
Zhuli didn't care what he had to say and just assumed he agreed.
next day
With Leng Zhirou's protection, Zhuli quickly entered Song Lang's private residence.
"Sister Leng, thank you for bringing me in."
As soon as the door to the room closed, she couldn't wait to thank her.
Leng Zhirou was silent for a moment, then raised his eyes to look at her.
"His study is on the third floor and is usually guarded by a butler."
There is a coldness in the ethereal timbre.
Zhuli thought she was hostile to her because of Jing Huaizhi, but now she couldn't care less.
Since he said she could help her, she had to trust her.
"Well, do I have a chance to go in?"
Leng Zhirou looked indifferent and tugged at the corner of her lips: "You have to wait for the opportunity."
wait?
Wouldn't that take a long time?
"Sister Leng, do you know his usual living habits?"
Before the other party could answer her question, Song Lang's voice sounded outside the door.
"Rourou, I'm back."
The next second, there was a knock on the door.
Zhuli's first reaction was that she couldn't see Song Lang, but when she thought of the purpose of her visit, she gritted her teeth and sat back on the sofa.
Song Lang's face turned pale from the moment he saw Zhuli.
"How did you get in?"
Standing at the door, he slammed his crutch twice.
Leng Zhirou had no expression and said in a calm tone: "I called you."
"you!"
He held back the anger that was about to overflow and protested in a low voice: "Rourou, I don't care if you make friends."
"But this woman! You'd better stay away from her!"
Song Lang sat down on the single sofa and his voice became shrill.
Zhuli's palms were all sweaty, and she was still a little panicked when she really faced Song Lang.
"Mr. Song."
She stood up and wanted to get closer to him but was blocked by his crutch.
He stood still and said in a delicate tone: "Can I come to you?"
"You also know that Jing Huaizhi has almost no chance of turning over, and I don't have to hang myself from a tree."
"As long as you can give me a position, I will be loyal to you from now on!"
As he spoke, he raised his palms to his ears as if swearing.
But she kept thinking in her heart: If there were any lies, Song Lang would be punished by God and die a good death.
Song Lang put his hands on both sides of the sofa and pondered for a moment.
"Are you really separated from him?"
Zhuli knew that he had no good intentions, but she still nodded like a fool.
He got up and wandered out without saying anything else.
"He should be doubting the authenticity of what you said."
The door was closed again, Leng Zhirou's empty eyes were devoid of any emotion or warmth.
"At least it's a good start."
She raised her head and met her cold eyes.
"Sister Leng, thank you."
"I'm just helping myself."
As darkness falls, Zhuli suffers from insomnia again.
Even though his arms were numb from pressure, he didn't dare to turn over, for fear of waking up Leng Zhirou beside him.
Jing Huaizhi told her that as long as she stayed with Leng Zhirou, she would be safe.
At first, Zhuli didn't understand what he meant, but after getting along with him for the past few days, she seemed to understand a little better.
Since it was her private matter, it was hard for her to ask.
"Miss Leng, please come over here."
Outside the door, the housekeeper said politely.
