Kiss You, Sweetheart

"We have to find a house." Li Xin said, "Amy, mom will look for a cheaper house after work."

"Well." Demi said with a smile, "when the money arrives, I'll contact Dr. Liu tomorrow to arrange the operation for my father."

All day long, Demi was in a good mood, especially after she received a house worth 350000 yuan. She was afraid that it was fake. She called the bank customer several times to check the balance.

It's really three hundred and fifty thousand.

In the end, I almost shed tears. My father's illness was finally saved.

After work, Demi comes home, finds out the house property certificate and sends it to the housing center. It's the same staff member who received her last time.

"Miss Zheng, you are so lucky that you sold it in one day."

Demi gently smiles and gives the property certificate to the staff.

But the man didn't answer. He reached out to Demi, took her to the door, pointed to a black Mercedes Benz across the road and said, "Miss Zheng, the customer's money has been paid off. He asked you to give him the real estate certificate in person. Then tomorrow morning, you will go to the real estate bureau to transfer ownership. "

Demi took a look at the Mercedes Benz. It's not an ordinary model. It's all a million luxury cars. How could such a rich man buy her house?

She thought it was a buyer in poor financial condition.

Maybe, it's just because they have money that they don't care about 350000, but it solves her urgent need.

Demi crossed the road with her real estate certificate and slowly approached the car.

There is a black sun film on the window, so you can't see the situation inside the car. But when Demi finished crossing the road, the driver's door opened. Wearing a black suit, her uncle, who looked like a decent driver, politely saluted her, then reached out and opened the co driver's door.

There was no one in the car.

Demi looked at him suspiciously: "are you a buyer?"

The driver's uncle said with a smile: "Miss Zheng, our young master is the buyer. He is waiting for you in the hotel."

Hotel?

Demi feels that these two words are ambiguous for no reason. Is it because she meets a bad person?

But she was Demi, and she was not afraid of bad people. After a pause, she sat in.

Leather seats, very soft.

The driver drives the car gently and stops in front of the Manha hotel in a short time. This is the same group as the Manha hotel in H City, so they are all six-star standards.

Just looking at the name of the hotel, Demi's heart jumped a few times for no reason. In her heart, there was a person's shadow.

It has been three days since she announced her withdrawal from the competition, but song Zhixin has not heard from her. If it is true, he doesn't care whether she goes or stays.

At the beginning, it was a wise move not to turn to him.

The driver got out of the car, opened the door for Demi and said softly, "Miss Zheng, our young master is waiting for you in the presidential suite."

It's the presidential suite again. Demi is more and more puzzled. How can such a rich person take a fancy to her poor house and ask her to send her real estate certificate in person?

Although she had doubts in her heart, Demi didn't dare to think about that. He can't be so boring.

However, it turns out that some people are so boring.

When she knocks on the door of the presidential suite and song Zhixin is standing at the door in white, Demi stares at him for a while, as if she doesn't believe all this is true.