The mysterious boss is eyeing my three treasures

"Okay, you know my market price. One piece of news is worth 1000 million. The information you want is so important, it should be worth [-] million at least."

Zhou Yue sent back another message.

Ning Jian was speechless and made a bloody knife expression.

"Are you crazy about money?"

Zhou Yue: "I'm not familiar with that Song Chengfeng, why should I help him in vain?"

Ning Jian: "You are not helping him, I am asking for your help, okay?"

Zhou Yue was silent for a moment and then sent another message.

"Is he really your fiancé?"

Ning Jian didn't explain, and replied with a "hmm".

Zhou Yue didn't send any more messages.

Ning Jian waited for a while and asked, "Can you help me with this?"

Zhou Yue replied with a message: "I always thought you liked tough guys, but I never thought you would like a pretty boy."

Ning Jian was speechless again, "First, he's not a pretty boy. Second, I'm telling you serious things, so don't interrupt. It's about my work. Do you want to help or not?"

Zhou Yue replied with a few words: "Just wait."

Ning Jian took a breath and drank some water while reading information, waiting for news from Zhou Yue.

When Song Chengfeng came out of the shower, Ning Jian was still reading the information.

He threw the towel to wipe his hair aside and said, "Stop looking and go take a shower first."

"Ah."

Ning Jian didn't refuse, put the information and mobile phone aside, stood up and stretched her muscles.

"Yeah, I forgot to bring my suitcase up. I'll go down and get it."

Song Chengfeng was stunned and said, "I'll go."

"It's okay. You're still injured. Don't run around. I'll just go."

Ning Jian waved her hand, took the car keys and left.

Song Chengfeng sat down again halfway through.

She really has a fiery personality.

At this time, there was a beep and a message sounded.

Song Chengfeng took a look and saw that it was Ning Jian's cell phone ringing on the coffee table.

He took a quick glance and saw that it was Zhou Yue who was sending a message to Ning Jian.

"The information has been sent to your email."

Song Chengfeng narrowed his eyes. What information did he send to Ning Jian again?

Just as he was thinking about it, Zhou Yue sent another message.

"Isn't he a pretty boy? He looks like a girl..."

When Song Chengfeng saw this line of words that appeared, his handsome face suddenly darkened.

This Zhou Yue was so shameless that he actually slandered him behind his back!

He picked up his phone and tried to unlock it, but it was password-protected and he didn't know Ning Jian's power-on password.

Soon, Zhou Yue sent another message.

"That's right, he's not called a pretty boy, he's called a sissy. Did you change your taste because you couldn't get what you asked for?"

Song Chengfeng had a dark face and frowned.

Would Ning Jian ask for it but not get it?

What Zhou Yue means is that Ning Jian had a man she liked before?

who is it?

What kind of man does she like?

"If your tastes change and you want to find a man to fall in love with, then find another man. For example, we know each other..."

Zhou Yue sent another message.

Song Chengfeng's handsome face darkened again.

This Zhou Yue obviously wants to get involved.

Shameless.

Seeing that Ning Jian never responded to the message, Zhou Yue asked again, "Why haven't you spoken?"

Because I can't speak!

Song Chengfeng stared at his phone and tried several power-on passwords.

But none of it is right.

At this time, there was a sound of opening the door.

It was Ning Jian who was back.

Song Chengfeng quickly put his phone on the table, then took the water glass to the kitchen to fill it with water.

Ning Jian opened the door and took the suitcase in.

Just then her cell phone rang.

She picked up the phone and took a look first.

It was Zhou Yue calling.

When she got through, she asked directly: "Have you got the information?"

Zhou Yue was silent for a moment, "Didn't you see the message I just sent you?"

Ning Jian said: "Oh, I just had something to do and I haven't looked at my phone yet. What's wrong?"

"It's okay, let's wait until you see it."

"Then the information I want..."

"It's been done a long time ago and has been sent to your email."

Zhou Yue hung up the phone immediately after speaking.

Ning Jian raised her eyebrows slightly when she heard the beep coming from her phone.

Did this kid take some gunpowder today?

so impatient?

Song Chengfeng walked to the living room with a water glass and asked knowingly, "Who called?"

"Zhou Yue."

Ning Jian replied and looked at her phone, only to realize that Zhou Yue had sent her many messages.

She frowned every time she read one.

After reading it, she raised her eyes and saw Song Chengfeng looking at her.

"Did you just look at my phone?" Ning Jian asked.

"No, I just went to get some water."

Song Chengfeng told a little lie, "But I heard someone sent you a message. What's the matter? Is something wrong?"

Ning Jian waved her hands, "It's okay, I'll sort out my things first."

She didn't want Song Chengfeng to know that Zhou Yue was speaking ill of him behind his back, so as not to worry him too much.

Seeing Ning Jian enter the guest bedroom with her mobile phone and suitcase, the expression on Song Chengfeng's face dimmed.

Still secretly, does she want to accept Zhou Yue's confession?

Or will he talk to Zhou Yue about the pain of not getting what he asked for?

Who did she like before?

In the guest room, Ning Jian frowned as she looked at the words "Why don't you choose me?"

Is this brat itchy?

If you don't fight for three days, will you go to the house to expose the tiles?

Ning Jian dialed Zhou Yue's number directly, wanting to scold him.

Unexpectedly, he pressed down the phone.

Then he sent a message.

"I'm busy. I said something in the message."

Ning Jian chuckled in her heart.

Ever since he was a kid, this kid has always been guilty of this.

I dare not talk to myself directly.

Ning Jian typed the next line, "Are you guilty? If you send some messy messages next time, believe it or not, I will beat you up?"

Soon Zhou Yue replied to the message.

"Which sentence is messy information? What I said are all facts, okay?"

Ning Jian replied: "First, as I said, Song Chengfeng is not a pretty boy, he is braver than anyone else. In dangerous moments, he took two bullets for me."

"Two, what's the sudden change in my taste? I've never liked anyone, okay? Except Li Yuanyi, but that's the idol I admire, not the man I like."

"Third, what do you want me to like you for? Do you want me to commit incest?"

Ning Jian sent a message, and Zhou Yue quickly responded.

"What incest? Are we related by blood?"

Ning Jian said: "We are not related by blood, but we have known each other since you were wearing crotchless pants. We are not siblings more than siblings. You wet the bed, drag your nose and cry, asking me to play with you, and I still experience it. Now, if you want me to talk to my brother, I'm not that perverted!"

As soon as the news was sent out, Zhou Yue didn't send any more messages.

Ning Jian vaguely noticed something.

She typed the next line: "Do you like me?"

But in the end, she deleted the message.

She still didn't want to pierce this layer of window paper, so as not to cause embarrassment when the two met in the future.

Ning Jian waited for a while, but Zhou Yue still didn't reply.

I don't think I will come back.

How could this kid have such thoughts about himself?

Ning Jian shook her head, threw the phone aside, then opened the suitcase and took out the clothes inside.

After finishing tidying up, she took a change of clothes and prepared to wash up.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Song Chengfeng standing at the door.