He quickly cut off the phone, and then Song Yan heard his cell phone ringing, opened it and saw that he had a 500,000 yuan.

So fast?!!!

so much?

She isn't dreaming, isn't she?

"I thought it would be enough to give three or five thousand..."

She felt that her phone was a bit hot and she was too mentally prepared. Don’t the rich young masters regard money as money?

He can take 500,000 yuan at one move, and he doesn't even say a word?!

Song Niacin.

"Then, I'll treat you to dinner tonight?"

What should I treat him to eat for 500,000?

Song Yan began to screen out his mind, and what he would treat him to eat tonight was worthy of his credit for the phone call.

"What do you think?" Li Beiting asked back.

"Japanese, French, Korean?"

Song Yan asked carefully.

"I'm tired of eating." Li Beiting shook his head.

"Then, hot pot, seafood?"

"hot pot?"

When she invited him to a meal, she could only think of eating hot pot?

Li Beiting suddenly frowned.

Song Yan waved his hand quickly.

"Then whatever you want to eat, you said, I'll take you there."

That anxious look was like coaxing a child who was about to get angry.

Li Beiting raised his eyebrows.

"real?"

Song Yan covered her cell phone and put it carefully in her pocket.

"As long as you eat 500,000 yuan for only one meal, I will take you there."

She couldn't afford it if she had more than 500,000 yuan. Anyway, she had a fortune. As long as he liked it, she could give it to him. As for Song Cheng, she could think of another way.

Song Yan made up his mind and nodded fiercely.

“Yes, that’s it.”

Seeing her determination as generous as she was to go to justice, the frost on Li Beiting's face instantly dissipated, and replaced by a strange smile: "Okay."

Song Yan finally breathed a sigh of relief and waited for the old man to figure out what to eat tonight.

She had a premonition that the meal would not be very simple.

However, I didn't expect that it was not simple!

Li Beiting took her to a private dish, but there was no price on the menu. She thought about 500,000 yuan and could not treat Li Beiting badly, so she ordered several dishes and a bottle of red wine in one breath, and placed a table full of full.

"You eat more to nourish your body."

Song Yan had a great time eating because the taste of this dish is really great.

She kept persuading Li Beiting to have a meal. Li Beiting didn't move his chopsticks much, so she started to do it herself and pick up food for Li Beiting.

Li Beiting will eat whatever she picks up.

Li Beiting's eating style has always been very elegant, and today he looks particularly beautiful. His head lowered and his food was like a pleasing painting, which made people's hearts beat.

"Okay, you go and pay the bill."

After Li Beiting finished eating, he wiped the corner of his mouth and looked at Song Yan with a smile.

Song Yan immediately got up happily and asked the waiter to pay for the bill.

The waiter walked in with the bill.

"Hello sir, you spent a total of 1.3 million to pick up 80,000 yuan. Are you swiping your card or signing a contract?"

Song Yan's hand holding the phone froze instantly.

She blinked slowly and turned to look at Li Beiting: "What did she say?"

She thought she had heard it wrong, but Li Beiting broke her fantasy very cruelly and told her with a smile: "She said you spent 1.3 million to pick up 80,000."

He bit the ten thousand words very heavily and clearly.

Let Song Yan hear it clearly.

Song Yan's brains were thumping, and she was dizzy when she was smashed, almost forgetting who she was.

She ate more than 1.3 million yuan in one meal, this is a black shop!

How is that possible!

She only has more than 800,000 yuan in total, and she added the reward Mrs. Li gave her last time...

The waiter looked at her with a smile: "You can make a statement on it, sir."

Song Yan looked at the bill and wanted to reach out to check it, but his hands were trembling and he couldn't hold the bill.

She looked at her unpromising hands with tears in her eyes, and began to regret why she was so rude during the day, saying that Li Beiting would take him to eat whatever he wanted. She should have known for a long time that she was not worthy of rushing into this world of playboys.

"Mr. Li..."

Song Yan begged for mercy and looked at Li Beiting.

Li Beiting kept looking at her with a smile.

She only realized that there was a bad smile on the corner of his mouth.

So, he did it on purpose.

"Um?"

Li Beiting quickly agreed and tilted his head to look at her. The warm light in the private room shone on him, making him look particularly handsome.

"Can you lend me some money?"

She asked spinelessly.

Li Beiting nodded: "Okay."

He waved his hand: "Give her a free order."

The waiter immediately bowed and responded: "Yes, President."

After saying that, the waiter covered his lips and smiled and stepped out.

Song Yan was stunned. What's the situation?

"Song Yan, you owe me more than one million yuan, why are you going to pay it back?"

"Mr. Li..."

She finally knew what it means to not die if she didn't commit suicide.

Why did she trick Qiao Muchen, why did she tell the truth to Li Beiting, why did she invite Li Beiting to dinner? Now it's OK, now it's OK!

Satisfied.

I owe a lot of debts again.

"You say, I'll listen."

Li Beiting was a little full, so he changed his position and leaned against the comfortable sofa, looking at Song Yan with a smile, with a doting look in his eyes.

"Talking about money hurts feelings..."

Song Yan held it in for a long time, and after saying this, Li Beiting laughed out loud, his eyebrows and eyes stretched out, and his charming style was extraordinary.

"It's okay if you don't want to pay back the money. You won't be too intimate with Qiao Muchen in the future."

That bastard Qiao Muchen actually knows the roundabout tactics and dares to ask Song Yan to be a lobbyist for him.

He is getting smarter and smarter.

Song Yan nodded heavily and said that he would never be moved by Feilai Fengcai again. Then Li Beiting snorted coldly and stood up and went home.

"You are still young. Don't be led by Qiao Muchen."

He led Song Yan and slowly walked through the antique Nine-turn corridor of private dishes. The red lanterns were blown by the wind.

Song Yan nodded obediently: "Oh, okay."

She is twenty-three this year!
To be continued...