As soon as the bus arrived at the station, He Xingri jumped off the bus in a hurry.

"Oh no, I was just working in the milk tea shop. I was too busy and had a traffic jam on the road. It was too late to make an appointment with Mr. Jiang."

Mr. Jiang's time is more precious than gold!

Her slim figure flew through the crowd. She took out her mobile phone from her bag and checked the time. At a glance, she saw the text message her brother had just sent to her.

"Sister, if you want to continue to drop out of school and work to earn money, then I won't study anymore. Sister, your grades are so good that you can go to college with a loan and scholarship. There's no need to sacrifice yourself for me, a student..."

She was in a hurry, but she still had to comfort her brother. On the way, she hurried back with her mobile phone and sent a voice message to her brother. "What silly words are you talking about? I just quit school, and I don't want to go to college. You are going to enter the college this year. Don't think too much about it. Don't worry about money. If nothing goes wrong, I will find a good person who can sponsor us to study today!"

As soon as the message sent to his brother was sent, there was a "dong" sound, and another text message came from He Xing's mobile phone.

Mr. Jiang: You're late.

There were only four words, but He Xingyun could feel the coldness from the other end of the phone screen.

As soon as He Xingri thought of Mr. Jiang's face, she could not help shivering.

She quickly replied, "I'm downstairs. I'll go to the bamboo house right away!"

...

The bamboo house was the most pretentious coffee house in the most casual time of the Jin City.

The coffee house was full of all kinds of delicate and delicate bamboos, as well as small bridges and running water. No matter in spring, summer, autumn, or winter, even in the freezing weather, the coffee house was always as warm as spring. The green bamboo was green and the meaning of poetry and painting.

Because of the part-time job in the bamboo house, the salary was the highest. Therefore, most of He Xingri's part-time work would be paid here.

She also met Mr. Jiang here.

Today, Mr. Jiang was probably in a bad mood. The whole coffee house was cleaned up.

"Mr. Jiang, I'm sorry. I'm late!"

He Xingri stood in front of Jiang Dong, gasping for breath, with a red face. Facing the man, she wore a youthful smile.

Jiang Dong sat on the sofa, with his long legs wrapped under black suit trousers, casually crossed, and his whole body exuded a deep and cold aura that was unique to mature men.

"Sit down."

He Xing looked at the seat next to Mr. Jiang, wiped the sweat on his forehead, and said with a hollow smile, "Mr. Jiang, this... it's not good. This is Miss Bai's exclusive seat. Well, I'd better stand. Give me the contract, and I'll stand and watch."

The "Miss Bai" He Xing barked was Jiang Dong's fiancee and the owner of this cafe.

Jiang Dong only came to the bamboo house occasionally, but he didn't like to use things that others had used. So beside the most beautiful window, there were their exclusive couple seats, which could not be touched by anyone except them.

Jiang Dong closed the notebook for work, looked up, and glanced at her indifferently.

The man had a sharp and angular outline. His handsome eyebrows were flying, and his black eyes were unfathomable. Wherever his eyes went, it was suffocating. He unconsciously lowered his head and surrendered.

"Okay, I'll sit!"

He Xingri complained to herself that this man must have regarded her as the emperor in his inner world.

She carefully sat down next to Jiang Dong. Her seat was covered with a snow-white and beautiful fur, which was like velvet. She quietly scratched her hand. She didn't know which animal's fur was very comfortable and soft. She sat on it with fear, only feeling that she seemed to be the princess of another country...

Jiang Dong was born to be aloof, and he was a man of few words. Only a smart person who knew how to look at his eyes could live beside him.

The man's slender and beautiful hands pushed a stack of contracts to the table in front of her.

"Yes, sign it."