Senior sister, I really don’t have any improper thoughts about you!

"How big do you think this bed is?"

...

The words in front of me were becoming more and more weird.

Miss Jiang directly pushed out her desk mate who was out having fun.

"Yena is the little princess of the Sanmu Group."

"Logically, she is the daughter of a wealthy family. Why don't you ask her?"

As soon as these words came out.

A few people looked at each other.

This fearful expression immediately made Miss Jiang understand something.

You have a bad temper, right?

Difficult to get along with, right?

Ha ha.

"Then why don't you ask about 'Shi Ning Ji'?"

"Isn't that store owned by your cousin? What's there to be curious about?"

Xu Yaya's words immediately resonated with other students around her.

They all nodded in agreement.

This made Miss Jiang very upset.

"But if I say that I am not the daughter of a wealthy family, it is indeed me who opened 'Shi Ning Ji'."

"Do you believe it or not?"

...

Five seconds later.

Looking at the classmates dispersing in disappointment.

Miss Jiang was bewildered.

"Hey?"

"What I said is true."

“I really opened ‘Shi Ning Ji’!”

"Even the investment money was earned from my stall!"

however.

Facing Boss Jiang who confessed himself.

The students all looked uninterested.

Even General Yuan rolled his eyes at her.

"It's boring."

"I thought I'd have a rich woman to cuddle with."

Done.

He also took the tabloid out of Miss Jiang's hand.

OK OK.

This time Miss Jiang was a little dumbfounded.

It turns out that these guys would rather believe that they are daughters of rich families than believe that "Shi Ning Ji" is opened by themselves?

When did my boss Jiang's reputation drop to this low?!

Was wondering.

Look back.

His eyes swept over the young wife.

When I found that the other person was covering his mouth and his face was red.

Suddenly.

Miss Jiang was angry.

"dare you laugh!"

As he said this, he pounced towards Qi Xiaoniu like a vicious tiger.

.........

noon.

Small canteen.

The rumor that Jiang Ning might be the daughter of a wealthy family spread even faster than the rumor that she had started a company.

Judging from the information we got from the sister group.

Miss Jiang's family's household registration has been successfully moved from Jiangzhou to Haicheng.

If it continues to develop at this pace.

In less than two days.

It should be able to break through the national level and go global.

...

"Really, Jiang Jiang."

"When the study committee member of our class heard that you might be from Weinan."

"I immediately said I would bring some chili sauce back home this weekend to share with you."

...

"So is our class's sports committee member."

"When I heard that Miss Jiang had Northeastern ancestry, I couldn't hide my excitement."

...

"And our class too."

...

The girls became more and more excited as they talked.

Miss Jiang put out the water in annoyance.

"I would like to ask a question."

"If you keep talking like that, can I go to Southeast Asia in a few days to find a country to be the heir?"

As soon as these words came out.

The girls immediately burst into laughter.

They called out "Prince Jiang" and "Princess Jiang".

In this regard.

Miss Jiang was too lazy to pay attention.

He lowered his head and stirred his soup bowl with a spoon.

In fact, if we calculate based on blood relationship.

Ok.

She is indeed mixed race.

It's just a hybrid of Haicheng and Jiangzhou.

Think of this.

The image of her aunt involuntarily emerged in Miss Jiang's mind.

this point in time.

She should be having dinner, right?

.........

Jiang Shuiyao was too busy to have time to eat.

The financial tasks before the New Year come one after another.

She had just finished counting the accounts last week, but this week, the director put the tax reimbursement of various departments before the New Year on her head.

As a result, Jiang Shuiyao has to work overtime until eight or nine o'clock every night these past two days before he can go home.

And if you don’t use your lunch time.

It may be later to get home.

So she had no time to eat.

In other words, you can only eat bread or something like that.

So much so that Jiang Shuiyao has been thinking about it often these days.

What's the point of being a financial assistant?

The salary is just enough to support myself.

After deducting water, electricity and normal expenses, I can't even afford to keep a dog.

On the other hand, look at the sisters in the office.

Everyone who comes here every day is dressed up.

Designer bags and jewelry.

We also have people deliver meals to us.

After get off work in the evening, people go to places like The Bund and Hengshan Road to have fun or go to bars.

Jiang Shuiyao couldn't say that he envied such a life.

But there is still some imbalance in my heart.

Especially when I eat instant noodles at the end of every month.

That feeling always stimulated her to make money quickly.

Nowadays.

Jiang Shuiyao, who was busy working on some documents, suddenly heard Qin Miaomiao calling her from the next table.

"Xiao Jiang."

"My takeaway is downstairs."

"Can you help me get it?"

"I sprained my ankle last night."

“It’s not very convenient to walk…”

Sprained your ankle?

Jiang Shuiyao looked back.

On the ankle of the heavily made-up woman next door, I indeed saw a patch of plaster.

but.

If I remember correctly.

The little nightclub wildcat at the next table got into a BMW last night.

The bare feet should be fine...