Lin Xiaoming didn't doubt Song Zhien's words at first. After reading this report, he became more convinced, but after all the drama, he still acted shocked.
"So, you are Miss Song?"
"Yes!"
"That night, was it you who sent me the invitation to the Linyuan Pavilion Club?"
"That's right!" Song Zhien nodded and looked at him with slightly resentful eyes, "After I got drunk that day, you left without saying goodbye. I slept until night. When I woke up, it was already a little late to rush to the club. I was afraid that you would come in.
I couldn't get through, so I called Wang Zhong and asked him to send you an invitation in my name!"
"Thank you so much. If it weren't for your invitation, I really wouldn't be able to get in!"
Song Zhien suddenly laughed, "If you really couldn't get in at that time, I'm afraid you wouldn't be able to earn 500 million, and you wouldn't be able to get the title of Stone God!"
"Yes, yes!" Lin Xiaoming smiled coquettishly, and suddenly remembered something, "Then the 200 million deposit this time was also paid by you on my behalf?"
"That's right!"
Lin Xiaoming really wanted to ask, does your 200 million mean to repay me for saving my life before? But I prefer you to repay me with a spring of water!
However, he is no longer a mustache and cannot be so obscene. He just asked doubtfully, "Since you are a Miss Song family, why do you still live in such a place?"
Song Zhien looked around with a look of nostalgia on his face, "This is the house where my mother and I lived. It carries all the memories of my childhood. If possible, I hope to live here all my life... But now, I really should move away.
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Lin Xiaoming nodded, "Yes, you are no longer who you were before. You can no longer be so low-key. Your strength doesn't allow it."
"It's not a matter of being low-key or low-key!" Song Zhien smiled self-deprecatingly, "It's just that I found that many people are starting to want to kill me, and it's no longer safe to live here."
"Like tonight's assassination?"
"Well, the three people who appeared at the back may have been sent by Deng Mingzhu to catch the traitor. But the first two are professional killers!" Song Zhien's eyes showed fear, "Their target is me, I can feel that they are against me
My murderous intention."
"Then who do you think sent them?"
"I'm very suspicious... it's Song Jinlong. Although he is my second uncle, he dislikes me the most and is the most opposed to me becoming Song Jinde's heir. Tonight's episode is probably a careful arrangement of his own directing and acting."
Lin Xiaoming looked at Song Zhien with some surprise, because although this girl's breasts were not small, she did not necessarily have no brains at all.
As Song Zhien was talking, he suddenly sighed again, "What I should be thinking about now is not how to enjoy this sudden glory and wealth, but how to save my life!"
Lin Xiaoming nodded happily, "A child can be taught, you finally realized it!"
When Song Zhien heard his old-fashioned tone, she couldn't help but give him a roll of her eyes.
Lin Xiaoming couldn't help but feel the urge to teach her how to be a human being with her charming eyes, so he slowly said: "After the last funeral, when you were kidnapped, you should have been alert... No, to be more precise.
, from the moment Song Jinde asked you to recognize your ancestor and become his successor, you should realize that benefits and risks coexist."
Song Zhien was indeed teachable, and nodded at him, "You are right, I did realize it later!"
Lin Xiaoming comforted her again, "But it doesn't matter, you are still alive now, so it's not too late!"
Song Zhien suddenly shouted softly, "Lin Xiaoming!"
"Um?"
"Can you promise me something?"
Lin Xiaoming asked subconsciously, "What's the matter?"
Song Zhien took the initiative to hold his hand, "Protect me and help me secure my position as heir!"
This... seems to be a honey trap!
Lin Xiaoming was a little confused. Is it better to fall into the trap or not?
"Okay, no problem!" After only two seconds of thinking, Lin Xiaoming fell into the trap!
Only by following Song Zhien can we break into the Song family, figure out the relationship between the Song family and the Blood Sect, and have a chance to destroy the established marriage between Song Renjie and Luo Meihan.
Seeing that he agreed, Song Zhien was overjoyed and almost wanted to reach out and hug him, but her reserved character did not allow her to be carried away by her joy.
"Then from this moment on, I will officially hire you!"
"Hire?"
"Well, you will be my security consultant, personal assistant, full-time driver, personal bodyguard...I will add the rest when I think of it."
Lin Xiaoming deliberately asked with a grimace, "I have so many jobs, how much salary will you give me?"
Song Zhien raised a finger, "One million!"
Lin Xiaoming was stunned for a moment, but secretly felt a little disgusted. You, a dignified young lady from the Song family, are so stingy?
Song Zhien seemed to know what he was thinking, and added with a smile, "Beautiful knife!"
Lin Xiaoming's expression finally brightened up!
Unexpectedly, Song Zhien said again, "Every day!"
Lin Xiaoming almost jumped up now, "What did you say?"
Song Zhien then repeated, "I said your daily salary from now on is one million US dollars!"
Lin Xiaoming quickly calculated that one million U.S. dollars a day is at least 30 million U.S. dollars a month. If converted into Soft Girl coins, at the current exchange rate, that would be more than 190 million Soft Girl coins, almost two
Billions of dollars!
"This..." Lin Xiaoming murmured and asked, "Are you sure you are not kidding me?"
Song Zhien said with a serious expression, "No!"
"Wait a minute, wait a minute!" Lin Xiaoming kept taking deep breaths, "The salary is too high, I need to calm down."
Song Zhien smiled, but the smile quickly disappeared, "One million US dollars a day, maybe you think it is high, but if you can guarantee that I will always live, then it is not high at all!"
Lin Xiaoming thought about it and felt that what she said made sense. If his life was gone, what was the point of having more money?
After calming down, Lin Xiaoming asked her, "Who else do you have besides me?"
"No!" Song Zhien shook his head and looked at him deeply, "I only have you!"
One sentence almost made Lin Xiaoming heartbroken, because this girl was really pitiful, she couldn't even compare to him, at least he had a recruiter!
Song Zhien felt that the pain on his ankle had disappeared at this time, but his hand was still on it and he couldn't help but ask, "My foot..."
"Oh, it's not too much of a problem anymore! But it's best not to touch the ground, at least until tomorrow!" Lin Xiaoming said, then he hooked her neck with one hand domineeringly, and put his other hand through the crook of her leg, holding her across her waist.
Picking him up, "Can I take you into the room and rest?"
Song Zhien was dumbfounded. You hugged me and asked me if I was okay?
Aren't you taking off your pants and farting?
Seeing that she seemed to have no objection, Lin Xiaoming carried her into the room!
But after entering the room, he couldn't help but frown.
Although Lin Daguan's nose is not as sharp as a dog's, it is still very sensitive to smells. In addition to the unique fragrance of a girl's boudoir, Song Zhien's room also has a hint of other smells!
He remembered very clearly that the last time he came to her house and entered this room, there was no such smell.