Chapter 40

Song Qingcheng was relieved at last. Then she saw the things on the sofa. She took them and said, "and I won't accept these things from the old lady, and they don't belong to me. Now I'll give it back to you. I hope you can help me give it back to the old lady. "

Ji Zhengting gazed at the things in her hand and fixed her eyes. Who gave her the courage to call him?

"We Ji's do have an escrow bank, 100000 a month, I can find someone to keep a safe for you." Ji Zhengting threw the towel that wiped his hair into the storage basket, and his tone was more casual than usual.

"100000 a month? Are you robbing money? " Song Qingcheng's reaction was a little fierce.

"Indeed, there are a lot of people waiting in line for me to rob them." Men are so arrogant.

But he is not boasting. There are not many banks under Ji's name, but the efficiency of escrow is quite safe. Many rich people are scrambling to send valuable things to their bank for safekeeping. There are also many people who have money and can't find a safe in their bank.

Song Qingcheng had an idea, "but I don't have that much money."

"The bank charges can be paid once a year."

"What if I still can't afford it?" She needs to be clear.

"Auction what you are in charge of."

"Well, you can keep a safe for me."

Anyway, the things belong to their Ji family. Since they can't give them back, they simply give them to Ji Zhengting. At that time, she certainly can't afford to pay 100000 yuan a month, so this set of jewelry belongs to Ji family.

She can only use this method to return things to Ji's house.

The place of things is arranged, but the money

"By the way, the money..."

"Our bank doesn't take care of cash." Before she finished, Ji Zhengting interrupted her directly.

So she can only keep the money by herself.

"That Do I have to live in this room? " Song Qingcheng looks at him innocently, hoping that he can raise his hand and let her live in the second bedroom.

As a result, another "yes" was lost to her, which completely dispelled her illusion.

"Then I want to go and wash now." Song Qingcheng Yan Yan said.

"The cloakroom on the left is for you. If you are short of anything, please go to the housekeeper directly."

Song Qingcheng was stunned.

It never occurred to him that he would prepare a cloakroom for himself. She nodded in the accident and gave a soft "Oh".

Originally, I wanted to say "thank you" to him, but then I saw that he was looking at the document and looked very serious. After a bit of tangle, I still let it go.

Song Qingcheng came to the cloakroom, carefully distinguished about three times, then determined the direction, turned into the left cloakroom.

The cloakroom is not too big. At least it is much bigger than the room she lives in. It's full of clothes, shoes and even pajamas.

She's a little curious. Ji Zhengting won't even help her with the inner clothes and pants, will she?

Fortunately, several drawers and cabinets opened to have a look, except for some cotton towel and bath towel, there was nothing she thought.

She took the toiletries, picked a more conservative two-piece pajamas from the hanger, and went to the bathroom.

……

Twenty minutes later, song had a good bath.

When she was ready to come out, she carefully checked her pajamas again and again, worried that they would not be too sexy, too exposed.

It's the first time she's been in a room with a man when she's that big.

Think about the 365 days that will come, every night like this How can you feel a little loveless?

She opened the door of the bathroom and came out. At a glance, she saw Ji Zhengting sitting on the sofa in formal clothes, with a notebook in front of him. It's about work again. This man is really a workaholic.

"I'll have a video conference later. If it's all right, you can go to bed by yourself." Song Qingcheng was about to blow her hair when the man's voice suddenly came.

She was stunned. When she looked at him, he was still absorbed in the computer. She really doubted if she had heard wrong just now. The man didn't even look at her. How could he know that she had come out?

Well, admit that he's really extraordinary!

"Don't you have a study? Why don't you work in a study?" Get rid of him, and she can sleep in peace.

Ji Zhengting finally takes his eyes away from the computer and turns to her.

The girl who has just taken a bath is full of fragrance. Red cheeks, like a very ripe red apple, pink pajamas with white skin, really have the feeling of peach blossom in the dew.

Wet long spread in the shoulder, but also with a bit sexy and charming.

Song Qingcheng wipes her hair with a towel, and doesn't notice that the man's hot eyes fall on her. When she looks at the man, Ji Zhengting's eyes have been taken back first.Seeing that he kept silent, song Qingcheng said nothing more. After all, it was someone else's room, and she had no reason to drive them away.

She dried her hair and washed her underwear. You can continue to wear it tomorrow morning.

However, it may not be so easy to dry indoors. Fortunately, there is a big balcony, so there should be no problem to air it up.

"Ah..."

Ji Zhengting's video conference is in progress. Suddenly, he hears a scream from the balcony. He hardly thinks about it. He gets up and rushes out.

There was no light on the balcony. Song Qingcheng didn't want to attract his attention. But Ji Zhengting just saw the girl lying on the guardrail on the balcony.

"What's the matter?" The man's voice is deep, in the silent night sky, appears extremely pleasant to hear. It's not hard to tell that there is tension in his voice.

Ji Zhengting steps to her side. Song Qingcheng straightened up from the guardrail. His waist seemed to be twisted, and the pain was a little severe.

Ji Zhengting saw that she had nothing to do with it. He went to open it. On the dark balcony, it suddenly became bright and dazzling. According to the spotlight, song Qingcheng narrowed his eyes.

"No one forces you to stay. There's no need to die here." Ji Zhengting's face was as ugly as it was ugly, and his tone was cold and gloomy.

He thought she was trying to jump.

"You just want to die. I want to catch something and twist my waist." Song Qingcheng was not angry with him, but when it came to the last sentence, his voice lowered again.

Listen to her say so, season Zheng Ting complexion slightly good-looking some, "what thing?"

“……” Song Qingcheng is sorry to say it.

Ji Zhengting looked impatient and looked down the stairs. Song Qingcheng was so guilty that he blocked up in front of him and didn't let him see.

"There's nothing to look at. Just drop it." What a shame to be seen by him.