Chapter 69

Song Qingcheng went back to the dormitory and took a hot bath, feeling much more relaxed.

It's seven o'clock, and you can squint for an hour. After an hour's sleep, I feel much better.

After school in the evening, song Qingcheng took out his mobile phone for the first time and had a look. There was no missed call. That is to say, Ji Zhengting has ignored her call from last night to now.

Well, since he treats her as air, don't blame her for treating him as nonexistent.

After school, song Qingcheng went to work on time.

"Qingcheng, go and change your clothes and come for dinner. The food is ready for you." After the regular meeting, Xiaoqin said to song Qingcheng.

After Song Qingcheng was stunned for a moment, he said, "OK, thank you, sister Xiaoqin."

"Sisters, please." Xiaoqin's attitude today can be described as a 360 degree change.

Song Qingcheng even couldn't get used to it. You know, Xiaoqin ignored her yesterday. Overnight, it was like a different person.

It's a strange thing. It's more difficult to understand than to master.

After Song Qingcheng changed his work clothes, he came to the canteen. The canteen is not big. At a glance, Xiaoqin and two colleagues are chatting and chatting together. There is an empty seat and a fast food nearby, which should be reserved for her.

"Qing Cheng, this way." A colleague, with sharp eyes, saw her first and waved to her.

Song Qingcheng smiles and walks over.

"Qingcheng, do you know how much the VIP room cost last night?"

As soon as song Qingcheng sat down, a colleague spoke to her.

"I got off work very early. Of course I don't know." Song Qingcheng was also lack of interest in this kind of thing. No matter how much she spends, it's in the pocket of the landlady. It has nothing to do with her half a cent.

The girl who speaks is more likely to draw out an "eight".

"Eight thousand?" Song Qingcheng guessed.

The colleague gave her a scornful look, and then heavily bit out two words, "80000."

“……” Song Qingcheng opened her lips in shock. Last night, Lu Youlin won more than 100000 yuan without asking for it. It seems that those people are not polite to enjoy it.

Eighty thousand a night.

She just wanted to say: ha ha da.

"It's only 80000 yuan. In the eyes of rich people, those are just waste paper." All the people on the spot were shocked, but Xiaoqin didn't like it.

"It's just that sister Xiaoqin has seen a big scene. I haven't seen what 80000 yuan looks like when I'm so big."

"Of course, sister Xiaoqin is the girlfriend of President Lu. President Lu is a billionaire. She can't even buy a diamond necklace for 80000 yuan."

"So it is."

Song Qingcheng has always been buried in a meal. She vaguely felt that the meal was for a different purpose.

All these people want to do is to help Xiaoqin get ahead. In other words, it is intended to reveal the relationship between Xiaoqin and Lu Youlin, so that she can retreat in the face of difficulties.

The minds of these people are really complicated.

"Don't talk nonsense. I'm just a customer with Mr. Lu. I'm not as close as you said. Don't let others misunderstand me in the future." Xiaoqin's face was strained and she didn't seem very happy.

"We are also people who have served President Lu, but why don't President Lu come to us every day?"

"Yes, Mr. Lu didn't bring us any snacks, and didn't give us any necklaces and other valuables."

A few people you a, I a, say is more and more energetic.

Song Qingcheng was not a scheming person by nature, and he was not good at communicating with such scheming people. He would not be interested in listening to it.

She hastily ate a few mouthfuls, then stood up with the dinner plate, "several sisters eat slowly, I eat well."

"Just a little?"

"I lose weight." Song Qingcheng perfunctorily, and then left with a plate.

Song Qingcheng delivered the plate to the dishwasher and washed his hands by the way.

"Qing Cheng Is Qing Cheng there She was called outside.

"I'm here." Song city rushed to the bubble on the hand and answered.

"You hurry up, Mr. Lu will order your room." A girl rushed to pull her.

Song Qingcheng Leng Leng, did not know how to return a responsibility completely, "what Lu Zong, which Lu Zong?"

"If there is any president Lu, just the president Lu who helped you to intercede last night." The girl said as she walked.

"Why is he here again?" Song Qingcheng heard the name, quite disgusted tone.

This man really takes this place as his home.

"It's for you, of course. I haven't heard that people have ordered your room in person."

"Tell him I only serve female guests." Song Qingcheng takes her hand out of the girl's hand, unwilling.

"Qing Cheng, why are you so stubborn? Lu Zongming, the general manager of the people's Republic of China, is aiming at you. If you refuse others for thousands of miles, where can you put away their face? Besides, if the landlady should know, she would be unhappy again. " The girl advised her kindly."That's why the hostess promised me to stay. If the landlady is not happy, I can only resign and leave. " Song Qingcheng was stubborn.

The girl is to take her speechless, "you say you, with what bad, with money."

"I don't want to, but you know those people. They can't be provoked, so I'd better stay away." Song Qingcheng would rather not make their money than serve those big men who are difficult to serve.

"Today is not the big guys last night. There seems to be girls."

"Girl?" Song Qingcheng was surprised.

"Yes, it looks like you're about the same age. It should be president Lu's real girlfriend." Girl half guess half guess.

"Oh, I'll go up and have a look." Since there are female guests, she naturally has no reason to refuse service. Or, as long as it wasn't for the people last night, she didn't reject service.

When song Qingcheng went to the VIP room on the third floor, he heard the joyful laughter of women outside the private room, and there was more than one. She was relieved that there was nothing to worry about.

No, it's a little familiar?

"Waiter Waiter... " Someone in the private room called for the waiter.

Song Qingcheng's thoughts were interrupted, and he quickly pushed the door in, "sorry, let a few..."

Before the word "long wait" could be uttered, song Qingcheng was dumbfounded.

Ji Ling has put on a sweat steaming suit, lying on the single bed with her legs up, looking at her with a proud face. Seems to have known it would be her.

Song Qingcheng thought, no wonder just now that the voice is so familiar, it is Ji Ling.

There is a girl lying beside Ji Ling. Song Qingcheng looks familiar. Maybe it's Ji Ling's classmate, who has met occasionally in school.