First Lady

"What's the matter with you, no one said anything anyway, so you just say that you don't think it's suitable for him, isn't that all right?".

Bai Ling shook her head: "That's enough? I'm in the same city as Zhao Mingyuan, and besides, he...he's very interesting to me. Is it useful for me to unilaterally refuse?"

Because of the rebirth of her soul, Bai Ling's own safety is more important than anything else.

Although she knew that most of what Qin Yu said was to scare her, Bai Ling had to think about the reasons for this.

It's better to believe it or not, in case Zhao Mingyuan finds out that Zhao Mingyuan is really prone to domestic violence after marriage, she has no place to cry.So... this marriage cannot be concluded. [

Qin Yu folded his arms and said displeasedly: "How do you know he is interested in you?"

"He told Alan himself, but... I overheard it by chance." After finishing speaking, Bai Ling regretted it. Why did she tell him this? It has nothing to do with Qin Yu.

A better idea suddenly flashed in Qin Yu's mind. He pretended to be thinking, and after a while he lazily said: "Then...you change your job and go to another place, so you won't be afraid that he will find you."

"Ah, this is a bit unrealistic. How can I find a job in another place in such a short period of time, and how can I have a more suitable reason to persuade Sister Alan?"

Finding a job is not so easy. Bai Ling's two jobs are all dependent on Alan. If she was asked to find it by herself, she would have starved to death long ago.

Qin Yu shrugged and grabbed a bag of potato chips, "Then I have no idea, you can think about it yourself."

Qin Yu has already made up his mind, hmph... He is a superstar king sitting in front of her, and if you don't believe her, she won't come to beg him.

Bai Ling anxiously wandered around the room, muttering something, but she didn't know what she was talking about.

Qin Yu gave her a white look: "Hey, don't turn around, it makes me have a headache, isn't it just a job, what about it?"

"You're Qin Yu, so of course you don't have to worry about work, but I'm not... the same as you." A light flashed in Bai Ling's mind, and she felt that she had grasped a life-saving straw.

Bai Ling went to the kitchen to grope for a while, took a cup of brewed tea, and put it respectfully in front of Qin Yu: "Hehe, Mr. Qin drinks tea! The best Anxi Tieguanyin."

"Well, put it down and drink later." Seeing Bai Ling's flattering expression, Qin Yu almost failed.