Sister Ming saw this and immediately added more pressure to her: "He Shiya, why don't you stay a while and make an appointment with him in the afternoon, have dinner together in the evening, and then go to KK Songs or something."
He Shiya understood what she meant, her face turned redder, and she said, "It's too urgent. Let's wait a few days. Let's take it easy first."
Seeing that Sister Ming was a little anxious, she said: "I am a girl and I am in the entertainment industry. If I act too eager, he may have something in mind."
"That's true." Sister Ming nodded.
The outside world has two views on the entertainment industry.
One kind, the entertainment industry is dazzling with lights and shadows, and they are all stars, all of them are dazzling and fascinating.
The other kind goes to the other extreme. The entertainment industry is like a sewer, where men are thieves and women are prostitutes, and no one is clean.
He Shiya knows what the outside world thinks of the entertainment industry, but now that she has taken this path, she doesn't care.
It’s just that she had observed Zhu Zhiyuan before. Although he was about the same age as Xie Qiaoqiao and the others, he was extremely shrewd and steady, even a little greasy. It seemed that he was not a passionate and flamboyant college student in his twenties, but a social animal in his forties full of responsibilities.
Such a boy, or in other words, such a man, is like a big fish in deep water. Even if he bites the hook, he will break away if he is too eager.
He Shiya was pretty, and boys wrote love letters to her in junior high school. She had her own way of dealing with men.
Facing a man like Zhu Zhiyuan, it would definitely not work if he was too arrogant, but it would not work if his skirt was too loose.
"Before tomorrow night, see if he dates me? If he doesn't date me, I'll flirt with him again." She bit her red lips and thought secretly.
The next day, Zhu Zhiyuan unexpectedly received a call from Zhao Fang.
Zhao Fang first congratulated him on the phone: "Chief Zhu, congratulations, you are now the section chief."
"Thank you very much." Zhu Zhiyuan said humbly: "A small official with a big sesame seed is nothing."
"Provincial Governor and Minister, that's when he started as a section chief." Zhao Fang could speak: "Section Chief Zhu has a bright future."
Of course, Jing Balance told Zhao Fang about Zhu Zhiyuan becoming the section chief. Zhao Fang was already eager, but now her heart became even hotter. After getting the news, she called immediately.
Zhu Zhiyuan smiled and said, "Sister Zhao, Master Jing and I are classmates. You should call me by my name. You can also call me Xiao Zhu."
"No wonder he became the section chief in no time. He is much more humble than my cousin."
"Master Jing is not very humble, that's true." Zhu Zhiyuan laughed.
Zhao Fang was also giggling there.
Zhu Zhiyuan asked: "Sister Zhao, what's the matter with you?"
"Oh, that's it. The procedures for your car have been completed. Wherever you live, I'll have someone deliver it to you."
"Let me come and get it."
"I'll ask someone to deliver it to you. This is our service process. It's the same for key customers. The service is door-to-door."
"It's still like this." Zhu Zhiyuan laughed: "Okay, then I will enjoy Japanese-style door-to-door service."
He gave the address. About 20 minutes later, a car rang outside the courtyard. Zhu Zhiyuan went to the door and saw a car parked at the door.
The car door opened and Zhao Fang walked out of the car.
She wore a black skirt suit, a silver shirt, and stockings underneath. Her long, wavy hair was dyed with a line of red at the tip, giving her a full sense of fashion.
A very charming young working woman.
"Sister Zhao, why are you here in person?" Zhu Zhiyuan pretended to be surprised.
"You are a key customer, so of course I will deliver it in person." Zhao Fang walked in with a smile and handed the complete set of procedures to Zhu Zhiyuan.
She didn't stay long, gave the things to Zhu Zhiyuan, said a few more words, and left.
Her skirt fit well, but it seemed a little tight from behind. She twisted her waist and walked out, and Zhu Zhiyuan took a few more glances at her buttocks.
At noon the next day, Zhao Fang called again: "Chief Zhu, are you at home?"
"I'm here." Zhu Zhiyuan said, "Sister Zhao, what's the matter?"
"Isn't it almost the Mid-Autumn Festival? We have prepared some gifts to thank our customers for their care."
"It's so good." Zhu Zhiyuan smiled: "No wonder Japanese cars are sweeping the world. This is too much of a courtesy."
"That's how the Japanese are." Zhao Fang smiled: "I'll ask someone to bring it to you."
She said she asked someone to deliver it, but she came on her own.
Today she changed her clothes. It was no longer a suit, but a modified short cheongsam.
She has a pretty good figure. She must have given birth to a child. Her waist is not as thin as the girl's, but she has a plump and soft look. The charm of a young woman is actually more attractive than a dry little girl.
"Sister Zhao, you are too polite."
Zhu Zhiyuan came out to welcome him.
"There's nothing." Zhao Fang got out of the car: "A piece of wine and a basket of crabs."
"Crab?"
Zhu Zhiyuan became interested and took a look: "Is this still a hairy crab?"
"Yes." Zhao Fang said: "The authentic Yangcheng Lake hairy crabs were just delivered this morning. I hurriedly brought them to you. They are still alive. They were delivered by the refrigerated truck and are not dead."
"The cost is too high." Zhu Zhiyuan couldn't help but exclaimed: "How embarrassing is this."
"What's the point?" Zhao Fang said, "Chief Zhu, you are our key customer."
She pointed at the crab and said, "Chief Zhu, can you handle this crab?"
"Not very good." Zhu Zhiyuan frowned. His cooking skills were okay, but he had never cooked crabs. He was a mountain kid, and he had never eaten this kind of thing before, and he didn't like it either.
"Then how about I help you get it." Zhao Fang said, "By the way, I'll have a meal at Section Chief Zhu's place today at noon."
"It's too much trouble."
"What's the trouble?" Zhao Fang said, "You won't be reluctant to give up a meal, right?"
"What's the matter?" Zhu Zhiyuan said with a smile, "I can't even invite guests like Sister Zhao."
"Then I'm welcome." Zhao Fang asked, "Where is the kitchen?"
She went into the kitchen, put on an apron, steamed the crabs, and made a few more dishes, while Zhu Zhiyuan was helping.
Zhao Fang saw that his hands were familiar and said, "Looking at you like this, you still go to the kitchen often?"
"The food outside is terrible. If you have time, cook it yourself."
"Find a girlfriend and let her cook for you."
"Then forget it." Zhu Zhiyuan shook his head: "It's really rare for someone like you, Sister Zhao, to be able to go to the hall and the kitchen. That's really rare. Ordinary girls, let alone cook for me, I'll cook it." When the meal is ready, she inserts her chopsticks and says "please" before she comes to the table."
Zhao Fang giggled as she told him.
Her improved version of the cheongsam is a little short, reaching more than five centimeters at the thigh. She pinches her waist and fully pushes out her hips and breasts. When she smiles a little more openly, it forms an S-line wave.
Zhu Zhiyuan naturally wouldn't let it go and just stared at it.
Zhao Fang noticed his eyes and glanced at him. Their eyes met. Zhu Zhiyuan had no intention of hiding and looked at her openly. Zhao Fang's face was slightly red, but there was a hint of water between her eyebrows. Three points opened.
The crabs that were given were actually prepared with eight large crab-eating pieces. Zhao Fang had slender fingers and was extremely dexterous, and she easily peeled out the crab meat.
The wine Zhao Fang sent was also very good, the kind of 30-year-old daughter's red.
This kind of wine is soft and sweet in the mouth and very delicious, but the consequence is that it is easy to drink too much.
Of course, for Zhu Zhiyuan, who has a physique that can't put down three bottles of vodka, no matter how much he drinks, it doesn't matter, but Zhao Fang obviously can't.
After drinking a bottle or so, she felt drunk and her face was flushed. She was already beautiful, maybe not very poetic, but she had the charm of a young woman. Now her eyes were flowing, and she was even more charming. .
"Oh, I drank too much today."
Zhao Fang stroked her forehead, with a hint of drunkenness in her voice.
"Would you like to lie down for a while?" Zhu Zhiyuan asked.
"I'll go back to the store." Zhao Fang stood up, but staggered again.
"How can you go back to the store like this?" Zhu Zhiyuan stood up and helped her.
"Oh, I'm really drunk."
As soon as he supported her, Zhao Fang's body softened, and she leaned softly against Zhu Zhiyuan.
She is not tall, a little over 1.6 meters tall, and looks extremely petite in front of a tall man like Zhu Zhiyuan, who is 1.85 meters tall.
Zhu Zhiyuan looked down at her, and she looked up at Zhu Zhiyuan. His drunken face was stained with red clouds, but his watery eyes seemed to have hooks.
She was like this. How could Zhu Zhiyuan not understand that from beginning to end, from yesterday to today, what Zhao Fang meant by giving gifts was herself.
Zhu Zhiyuan is not polite. Since you delivered it to your door, why don't I accept it?
In his previous life, he was hurt by Bai Xue, and he never married a wife. He had this attitude towards all women.
He bent his head and kissed Zhao Fang's red lips.
Sure enough, Zhao Fang let out a cry without any intention of dodging, and a pair of soft, snow-white arms wrapped around her...
