Entering the wrong room, I became pregnant with the twins of the richest man

This scene was seen by countless people.

The same thing also fell into Chen Jiaxu's eyes.

In the corridor of the teaching building, Chen Jiaxu stood quietly and saw the pair of figures.

Is she really a vain and opportunistic woman?

Song Weiyi was riding in a Land Rover today, which was considered to be a relatively low-key and affordable car among his many luxury cars.

"Going back to Si's?" He suddenly asked before getting in the car.

"No."

“Don’t be a front desk.”

"Become a secretary?" Qiao Zhichu asked, "That's a step down."

Song Weiyi laughed: "How can I lower your dignity and honor?"

She laughed wantonly and ostentatiously, her expression full of pride: "How can the girlfriend of the CEO and chairman of the Si Group be a secretary? If I have to be a secretary, I'd rather be the boss's wife."

"Then," Song Weiyi said, "don't go to the resident singing."

Qiao Zhichu immediately refused: "No."

Song Weiyi folded his arms, leaned lazily against the car door, and looked at her casually.

The meaning is simple, she chooses for herself.

Qiao Zhichu knew that he was a man of his word. If she didn't make things clear today, the bar would definitely not want her anymore.

She softened her voice and said, "The income from the resident singing is used to buy snacks and gifts for the children in the orphanage."

"Is it because I can't afford it?"

"I can't always ask you for money when I buy something."

Song Weiyi frowned slightly, pinched the collar of his suit jacket with his thumb and index finger, and pretended to reach into the inside pocket with his other hand.

"Don't." Qiao Zhichu stopped him, "I can support myself."

“You can’t sing forever.”

"After graduation, I can find a job and get a salary," Qiao Zhichu said. "Although teachers' income is not high, it will provide enough food and clothing."

Song Weiyi said calmly: "It's up to you."

He turned around, and Liang Hui immediately stepped forward and opened the car door.

"Assistant Liang," Qiao Zhichu said deliberately, "please take good care of him. While working, don't forget to remind him to eat on time so that he doesn't get a stomach problem."

Liang Hui was silent for a few seconds and nodded: "Okay, Miss Qiao."

The car window was lowered, and Qiao Zhichu leaned on the door: "If you miss me, just call me, send me a message, or make a video call, muah."

Song Weiyi's fingertips gently stroked the corner of her lips.

The car was running smoothly on the asphalt road.

"Mr. Song," Liang Hui stared at him through the rearview mirror, "The Si family's old house will no longer investigate Miss Qiao's background."

"They found something."

"Of course it should be found out."

Song Weiyi tapped his knees with his fingertips for a while before ordering, "Make her background clearer."

"Mr. Song..."

"Do as I say."

Liang Hui was loyal and hesitated for a few seconds, but still said boldly: "Mr. Song, do you really like Miss Qiao?"

He looked out of the car, a smile on his lips: "Why not."

"But she..."

"She's just a woman," Song Weiyi said nonchalantly, "How big a wave can she cause?"

She was completely in his control.

It is not an exaggeration to say that Qiao Zhichu is in his hands.

"Also," Song Weiyi suddenly thought of something, "that Chen Yuanyuan has been dealt with."

"Okay, Mr. Song."

Qiao Zhichu was in a good mood.

Unexpectedly, she was saved from the desperate situation. Although Song Weiyi looked like he was ignoring her and had a heart as hard as iron, he still stood by her at the critical moment.