AWB Chapter 204: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 12
Chapter 204: Rough Man vs. Pretty Widow 12
"What do you want to do with Boss Ma?"
Meng Jiaojiao glanced sideways, "Of course we're talking about business."
He was stunned for a moment and looked at her sideways. It turned out that she was not here to spend money in the city.
"You? What business?"
Meng Jiaojiao smiled gently: "I don't want to tell you yet, let me tell you when I succeed."
Song Yuanzhou retracted his gaze, and accidentally saw the scratch on the back of her hand. Thinking of something, he reminded her:
"If you encounter something like this in the future, you must protect yourself first, or ask for help."
She turned her eyes and suddenly leaned close to his face, smiling: "Are you concerned about me?"
Song Yuanzhou's face turned cold and even his tone hardened.
"I'm talking to you seriously."
Meng Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows: "I am also quite serious. You are a soldier. Isn't it normal to care about the people? What are you thinking about?"
"You...!" He was choked to the point of being speechless, so he simply shut up.
Meng Jiaojiao curled the corners of her mouth, and when she thought about the several hours she had sat in the ox cart today, she suddenly became angry, puffed up her face and started questioning again.
"Why didn't you respond to me when I waved to you today? We are debtors after all. I rode in a bullock cart for two hours in the hot sun and my face is tanned."
Hearing this, Song Yuanzhou shifted his gaze to her face. As expected, she was covered in dust and dirt, completely different from the gorgeous look she had on that day at his house.
However, at this moment, it looks kind of cute.
He retracted his gaze and looked forward, a little smile leaking out of the corner of his mouth: "The girls in the village all have dark faces, so what does it matter if they are a little darker."
Meng Jiaojiao crossed her arms and looked unhappy: "Let them do whatever they want, I just like fair and tender ones!"
Not knowing what he was thinking, he tapped the steering wheel with his fingertips and said calmly, "Got it, I'll take you next time."
Meng Jiaojiao laughed immediately: "That's better. I won't take advantage of you. I will pay for the car fare."
Song Yuanzhou sneered: "Your car fare was borrowed from me."
Meng Jiaojiao raised her eyebrows and said as if it was a matter of course: "So what?"
He smiled and said, "Nothing special, I just feel that... no one can be thicker-skinned than you."
Meng Jiaojiao glanced at him sideways, crossed her legs, and said with a satisfied look on her face: "It's really not good to be thick-skinned. What if you kiss me one day and I don't feel anything, unlike you, whose face will turn red for a long time after a kiss."
The car suddenly braked to a stop. Song Yuanzhou stared at her with a red face: "Meng Jiaojiao!"
She smiled and looked back at him: "What?"
How could he not see that she just wanted to make fun of him? After letting out a long sigh, Song Yuanzhou stared at her.
"Forget it. You don't know how many times you've said this to others. It's just that I'm not used to it."
After saying this, he restarted the car.
Meng Jiaojiao curled her lips, closed her eyes and leaned down, and said as if unintentionally: "I only told you this, if you don't like to hear it, forget it, why talk about others."
The fingertips gripping the steering wheel trembled unconsciously, and then he calmed down and said no more.
It was already very late when I finished taking the statement at the police station and it was completely dark.
Boss Ma went back first because his son was frightened, but he said he would find an opportunity to thank Meng Jiaojiao. Although she politely said no, she still left her address.
It was also then that Meng Jiaojiao realized that Song Yuanzhou was making money by following Boss Ma.
Steel is a scarce commodity, and Boss Ma is estimated to be worth several million. It is reasonable for Song Yuanzhou to make a small fortune. After all, it seems that Boss Ma trusts him very much.
After running all day without eating, Meng Jiaojiao was so hungry that she had no strength left, but she did not bother Song Yuanzhou.
Song Yuanzhou was very tactful and drove the car directly to the door of a small restaurant.
Meng Jiaojiao, who was almost fainting from hunger, woke up instantly and ran out of the car happily with an excited look on her face.
“Want to eat here?”
Song Yuanzhou nodded and said, "It's late, let's eat something before going back."
This time he didn't need to say anything, Meng Jiaojiao ran in and started ordering food.
While the dishes were being served, Meng Jiaojiao ran to the nearby clothing store and bought two suitable dresses.
The self in the mirror changed out of the red and green floral dress and put on a Hong Kong-style long skirt, and her temperament immediately improved.
It’s just right. I’ll need it when discussing business with Boss Ma in a few days.
When Song Yuanzhou was carrying clothes back to the hotel, he was talking to a man and a woman.
When he saw her come in, he glanced at her and quickly looked away, apparently not wanting her to come over.
The little girl sitting next to him looked about the same age as Meng Jiaojiao. She had long hair and wore a delicate blue hairpin, the same color as her blue skirt. She had a black leather bag on her shoulder. Her profile was so white that it glowed, and she looked like she was not an ordinary girl.
The man looked older and had an extraordinary temperament. From the doting smile on his face when he was looking from the side, it was not difficult to tell that he was the little girl's elder.
Meng Jiaojiao didn't go in, but leaned against the car outside and waited for a while.
The three of them were chatting happily inside, and Song Yuanzhou would glance in her direction from time to time, but others could not easily notice it.
Meng Jiaojiao was so hungry that she couldn't stand it anymore. Seeing that they were still talking about something inside, she gritted her teeth and finally decided to go in and order a table alone.
As soon as I moved my feet, someone grabbed my arm.
Before he turned around to see who it was, he was slapped in the face.
The hit made her head buzz.
"You have really made it! I didn't believe your cousin's message, but the money-loser actually ran away with the money! I was embarrassed by your mother, but you enjoyed yourself."
The slap was so loud that it attracted the attention of passers-by and people in the restaurant.
Meng Jiaojiao held her head and calmed down for a moment before she looked at the woman in front of her and the girl next to her.
The woman who beat her was about forty years old, with her hands on her hips and a ferocious look on her face. Apart from anything else, her eyes were a bit like hers.
It must be the original owner’s mother, Meng Caihe.
Wait? Was she just beaten?
As soon as she regained consciousness, her temper flared up.
He smiled, raised his hand, and with a "pa" sound, the crisp and loud sound of slap came again.
The woman in front of him looked over in disbelief, and exploded the next second.
“Meng Jiaojiao, are you going to heaven? You dare to hit your mother, are you crazy?!”