Did their master take the wrong medicine? Why did he treat Song Yan so differently?
Zhong Shen couldn't help but look around at Song Jing. Apart from his tall figure and long, straight black hair, everything else was ordinary.
I don’t know why they like this guy so much.
Song Jing also didn't expect that the legendary Holy Son would actually invite her to sit in the same car. He didn't move and just stood there.
Shengzi got into the car and didn't call Song Jing again, but the rear door of his car was kept open.
The others all looked at Song Jing appraisingly, secretly guessing what kind of relationship she had with the Holy Son of Shenzong.
Zhong Shen lowered his voice and said, "Song Yan, our Holy Son is asking you to get in the car."
"Why?" Song Jing asked directly, "Is your Holy Son so approachable?"
How approachable!
Normally, this gentleman would dislike other people who come within one meter of each other. Especially women. If they are sprayed with perfume, this gentleman will lose his temper and throw the person out directly.
Anyway, he didn't understand why their master was so fond of the ordinary-looking Song Yan.
Zhong Shen endured all the complaints and smiled very fakely, "Yes, our Holy Son has the best temper."
"Song Yan, please get in the car quickly, everyone is waiting to leave."
Everyone else had indeed gotten into the car separately. Song Jing frowned and finally got into the car.
Song Jing got into the car, and the bodyguard finally closed the door that had been open outside.
The car drove out slowly. After Song Jing got in the car, he took out his mobile phone and played with Snake.
A certain saint sitting next to him glanced at Song Jing, closed his eyes to rest, and curled up the corners of his mouth silently.
Although Song Jing's appearance has changed, her habits and aura have not been concealed in any way. Anyone who is familiar with her will recognize her with just a slight touch.
And this certain holy son who recognized Song Jing was none other than Shi Yan, who had followed Feng Luan.
Shi Yan's face seemed calm and calm, but in fact, his palms were sweating nervously.
Why did Song Jing appear in Fengcheng? He also submitted his resume to his team and had a name that was easy to recognize and distinguish.
So much so that when he heard Zhong Shen accidentally pronounce the name Song Yan for the team that had already recruited enough people, his first reaction was that this person was Song Jing.
This is indeed the case.
He only needed to meet once to recognize Song Jing.
Except for the change in his face, everything else is the look he is most familiar with.
Shi Yan closed his eyes and wondered, could Song Jing come to Fengcheng to find him?
But then I thought again, Song Jing probably didn't know anything yet, and he probably came here for something else.
The reason why he submitted his resume to his team is probably because of the daily salary of 10,000 yuan a day.
His little girl never gets too much money.
Is Song Yan a combination of the names Song Jing and Shi Yan?
Even at this time, his little girl is still thinking about him.
Ah! It’s really worth everything!
Shi Yan felt that if he remained so silent, it would be a waste of the opportunity to be alone with Song Jing.
So when I had nothing to say, I asked, "Are you a native of Fengcheng?"
"Does my accent sound similar to you?" Song Jing stared at the phone screen without raising his head. His tone was indifferent and not really friendly.
Shi Yan suddenly felt a sense of nostalgia.
When he first met Song Jing, Song Jing was cold, cool, and difficult to mess with at first glance.
His little girl is only delicate and soft in front of him.
Shi Yan was somewhat proud, but after the pride passed, he felt intensely sad.
Shi Yan adjusted his mood and answered seriously, "It doesn't sound like your accent, but I can't tell where you are from."
"Yeah." Song Jing hummed indifferently, not following common sense at all in introducing himself where he was from at this time.
After all, you are still facing your employer. If someone else is not very enthusiastic, at least he shouldn't be so cold. All he needs to do is have the words "Don't talk to me" engraved on his forehead.
A normal person would definitely not be able to continue talking to Song Jing now, but Shi Yan enjoyed it and even teased her in the same way as when he first met Song Jing.
"You are out to make money at such a young age, and your family conditions are very difficult?"
Song Jing frowned impatiently, and the greedy snake on the phone screen hit the wall, and the game ended.
"If I remember correctly, the job I'm applying for is to help you catch fire lions, not to chat with you." Song Jing said expressionlessly, "If you want to add chatting services, please pay extra."
"That's easy to say, I'll give you ten thousand more every day." Shi Yan raised his lips and tilted his head, "Now let's talk about one thousand yuan first?"
Song Jing's eyes were filled with irritation, but when he turned his head and saw the smile on the corner of the other person's mouth, his expression was suddenly startled.
Not only does the back of this man look very similar to Shi Yan's, but he also looks very similar to him in that awkward, slightly sloppy, bad smile at the corner of his mouth.
A flash of emotion flashed across Song Jing's eyes quickly, and he turned away, feeling less irritated and said, "A daily salary of 10,000 yuan is nothing if you don't make it, and no one will dislike the money."
"I don't think you look like a person who loves money." Shi Yan continued to tease.
"Then you are not good at judging people." Song Jing pressed down the car window halfway, and the wind blew in from the outside, which made her feel a lot more comfortable.
"Really? I've always felt that I have a pretty good eye for people." Shi Yan asked with a smile, "How can you prove that I was wrong? Why don't we chat with you for no extra money?"
Song Jing's face was expressionless, "You are very accurate." There was no way to deduct her money.
"..." Shi Yan tilted his head, raised his hand to his lips and smiled sullenly, his shoulders shaking.
The money obsessed little girl is so cute!
Song Jing's face was paralyzed. Seeing that a certain saint couldn't stop laughing, he added with a dull face, "Holy Son, making me laugh is another price."
"I'll give you another ten thousand." Shi Yan's smile became even more obvious, "Don't call the Holy Son so open-minded, my name is Mu Jing."
Mu Jing, what a strange name.
Song Jing complained in his heart, "Money is not everything, I refuse this ten thousand."
"What about the hourly salary of 10,000?"
The corner of Song Jing's mouth twitched, "Is your Shenzong so rich?"
"Maybe you are richer than you think." Shi Yan bowed forward slightly, crossed his legs, propped his elbows on his knees and looked at Song Jing, "You really don't intend to make more money and rob the rich."
To help the poor?”
"Robbing you of your wealth to help my poverty?" Song Jing smiled, "Holy Son, does Sect Master Feng know that your elbows are turned outward like this?"
"My master most likely doesn't know it yet. Do you want to report me?"
"Destroying someone's financial path is like killing one's parents. I'm not mentally ill, why would I want to interrupt my own financial path?" Song Jing raised three fingers, "There's no need for an hourly wage, the daily salary is 30,000, and it's settled daily. There's no credit. Thank you.
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"No problem, I'll give you one hundred thousand in advance." Shi Yan took out his mobile phone and said, "I'll scan it for you."
Song Jing was startled again.
Suddenly, it occurred to me that someone once transferred money to her and advanced the so-called treatment expenses for her.
Is it because the Holy Son has too many similarities with Shi Yan, or does she miss Shi Yan so much that she is always looking for Shi Yan's shadow everywhere?