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A group of people had a barbecue at the beach at noon and dispersed at around three o'clock in the afternoon.

Zhou Muye drove Wen Yiran to Chow Tai Fook, transferred a sum of money to her to buy jewelry, and left.

Wen Yiran walked around and returned to the small apartment he rented empty-handed.

At six o'clock in the evening, she put on makeup, sprayed on a little perfume, picked up her bag and went out.

As he walked out of the corridor, his phone vibrated. It was Lu Jingchen's message.

He had already said hello and asked her to have dinner at 6:30 in the evening.She knew in her heart that the key point was to take her to the hotel after the meal.

She doesn't care, as long as the price is right, she can do anything.

The message was a voice message. She clicked it, and the man's voice was apologetic.

[Baby, I’m so sorry. There was something unexpected in the company. I had to fly to Singapore overnight and make an appointment another day to bring you that ostrich skin Birkin bag you said was beautiful last time.】

Wen Yiran paused with his fingers, then clicked and listened again.

"Fuck, let me go."

She closed the interface and called up her backup WeChat account.

Don't waste her makeup, it's best to find a spare.

It’s just this point, who else can I date?Her brain was racing, Zhou Muye?We just met, so it would be too proactive to make an appointment again.

While hesitating, a WeChat message popped up.

Her note: Idiot.

Wen Yiran was stunned for a moment before she remembered that this was the nickname she had modified for Fu Linyuan.

Click it casually, and a line of text appears on the screen.

【Is it free?come over.】

Followed by a location.

Wen Yiran frowned, and the editor declined: [Sorry, Mr. Fu, I still have an appointment.】

After sending it, he looked for Master Shen again: [Master Shen, are you free tonight?】

The phone vibrated.It's not Mr. Shen, it's Fu Linyuan.

【You try it.】

Immediately afterwards, Mr. Shen replied: [Sorry, Miss Wen, I have something to do tonight.】

Wen Yiran's heart skipped a beat. It was as if her mobile phone was being monitored by Fu Linyuan, accurately blasting her financial sponsor.

She asked cautiously: [Did Mr. Fu do it?】

[I don’t want my sponsor to disappear in the future, so I’ll get on the bus in three minutes.】

Damn it, the boss’s hands and eyes are indeed astounding.

Wen Yiran cursed lowly.Not having a financial backer would cost her her life.

[Fifty thousand, paid in advance.】

The transfer reminder has arrived.Half a million.

She clicked Accept quickly, and just as she raised her head, a black Maybach slid in front of her.

In the villa, Fu Linyuan was wearing home clothes and let her in sideways.

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