Si Ye's little ancestor is really bad

"You think there are many floors because you didn't put us on the same plane from the beginning. Do you know the absolute value and relative value?"

Looking at her upturned nose, Qi Si said slowly and calmly: "A multi-millionaire wants to get married and prepares a gift of [-] yuan for his wife, while another ordinary person spends all his wealth as a gift of [-] yuan in order to get married. You Who do you think loves his wife more?"

"the latter."

"When accepting other people's kindness, don't measure the weight of the gift by your own standard, but by the other person's standard. Don't be grateful to the giver. Everyone in this world is self-interested. No one treats you well for no reason, either I have a plan for you, or you are worth it. You think an office building is very heavy, but in my opinion it is just an insignificant place among so many industries. Even if you don’t use it, it is empty. I give you A floor of an office building is just a matter of one sentence, and it is not as valuable as a bottle of lychee wine made by you yourself. What I want you to return is never the equivalent in absolute value, understand?"

The heart was beating regularly, Luo Yan nodded slowly, "Yes."

Looking at her quiet eyebrows, Qi Si spoke in a softer tone, "Then tomorrow I will have someone sort out the information about the vacant office floors. You have seen the photos and picked them yourself. You can make up your own mind about the people in the team. , I can provide you with some excellent personnel recommendations, and you will personally check the employment. If you have any problems during the establishment of the studio, you can contact Yan Jing, he is reliable."

After what he said, Luo Yan really wanted to open his own studio and be the boss, and decide what kind of cooperation he would take. The brokerage company would not take a share of the profits, so he was free to think about it.

On Qi Si's side, since he helped her so much, she also felt that there was no need to sway, and the profit share after the operation of the studio could be repaid to him slowly.

Just borrow it from him now.

"It's inevitable that you will be under pressure when you start a studio for the first time. Just let it go. No matter what happens, Jingsheng has the most elite team of lawyers to provide all legal support."

"it is good."

Staring at her for a moment, Qi Si lifted his lips, "I'm going on a business trip tomorrow."

Luo Yan raised her eyes, "Is it far?"

"South, about a week."

"Leaving early in the morning?"

"Ah."

After a few seconds of silence, Luo Yan pursed her lips, "Then I'll help you pack your luggage."

She was about to get up when her wrist was pulled.

"You don't need it, it's already packed."

The man's clear cedar fragrance was transmitted through the air, and Luo Yan's heart beat twice.

"I give you some help, how can you thank me?"

She didn't speak, and the man's black pupils were deep, "Thank you?"

"I'll make you some cider cans."

"Well, what else?"

"I'll cook for you when you come back."

It seemed that he didn't mention what the man wanted. He saw that his gaze was serious, and he was still holding his wrist. His palm was very hot, and the temperature was transmitted directly to his heart.

Throat throat, Luo Yan printed a kiss on the side of his cheek.

After she left, the man in the study touched the side of his face with his fingertips, and the corners of his mouth slightly curled up.

How difficult it was to wait until she took the initiative to kiss.

After finishing the documents, he went to the master bedroom, but she was nowhere to be seen.

When he opened the guest bedroom where she had lived before, he saw that she was drying her hair.

He walked over to take the hair dryer in her hand, and carefully helped her blow it up. The soft and beautiful hair passed through his fingers, itching, tickling his heart.

He has always liked the fragrance of her body very much, and after taking a bath, his whole body is filled with fragrance, and the fragrance is accompanied by sweetness.

Drying his hair, his throat was already parched.