"Ambition." Ding Long raised his hand and tapped Ding Jinshi on the head, "Why not say you’ll kill ?"
"I’m not capable, so even if I wanted ambition, it’s useless." Ding Jinshi pursed her lips. Ding Long, after all, was a retired soldier. She wanted to kill Ding Long? Ha, she’s not that overconfident, is she? Ding Long could flick her from East Street to West Street with just a pinky.
After drying her hair, Ding Jinshi returned to her room. At nine, Ding Long brought a cup of hot milk to Ding Jinshi, said goodnight, took the empty glass out, and went straight back to her room, dialing the assistant with only one sentence, "Check who Ding Jinshi interacted with today."
Two days later, it was the weekend. Ding Jinshi waited at Ding Long’s door early in the morning. After drinking honey water, while Ding Long was making breakfast, she stood by, constantly glancing at Ding Long.
"If you have sothing to say, just say it." Ding Long rubbed his temples. Ding Jinshi definitely had sothing on her mind; otherwise, she wouldn’t be so obediently sticking by him.
"I want to go out shopping with Chen Shan!" Ding Jinshi stood up straight. At this mont, facing Ding Long was like facing a schoolteacher, her skin tightened, but after saying this, she changed to a cheeky grin, spreading her hands towards Ding Long, lowering her head in embarrassnt, "It’s the end of the month, my little wallet has fallen at the front line, please, Boss, grant so pocket money!"
Yes, Ding Jinshi was so broke she didn’t have money to go shopping!
Ding Long looked at Ding Jinshi’s pleasing expression, half-annoyed and half-amused, he raised his hand and slapped her palm, "Pocket money?"
Ding Jinshi’s salary was considered high. Even if she paid off half of it to debts every month, it was still a considerable inco for an ordinary person. But Ding Jinshi was no ordinary person; she had never known hardship.
As the saying goes, it’s easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality.
To ask soone who’s used to living lavishly to adapt to a frugal life, it’s really impossible. Especially soone like Ding Jinshi, who had no life pressure and knew perfectly well that there was a cash cow like Ding Long around—that’s even more impossible.
"Please reward !" Ding Jinshi, used to being thick-skinned, wasn’t angry at the slap on her hand. She still cheerfully reached out to Ding Long, and seeing Ding Long not moving for a long ti, she directly reached for his coat pockets. But after two tries without finding anything, just as she was about to reach into Ding Long’s pants pocket, Ding Long grabbed her hand.
"I’m not going out this weekend, why would I carry a wallet around at ho?" Ding Long really wanted to knock Ding Jinshi on the head; when she’s bold, she dares to touch anything. "The wallet is on my room’s table; just take it. If you won’t be back for lunch, let know in advance."
"Then I won’t be back for lunch!" Ding Jinshi cheerfully headed to Ding Long’s room, and at a glance, saw Ding Long’s wallet. A cash cow is a cash cow; the wallet was adorably round and bulging. Ding Jinshi particularly liked chubby things, especially wallets—the fatter, the better!
After breakfast, Ding Jinshi drove out. Ding Long stood on the balcony watching her drive away, and he remained there for a long ti without moving.
That night, Ding Long found out why Ding Jinshi was acting weird. She said she hung out a bit with coworkers after work, but in reality, she t with Gu En. So, that day Gu En must have said sothing to Ding Jinshi that made her co ho in a low mood and say those things to him while he was helping her dry her hair.
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