Bookkeeping The people who come here to eat never keep an account Especially in this circle at their age, who likes to be more generous than the most.
If you go out to eat, you will keep an account How shabby this is He looked down and bit his finger.
The president's handling of this matter is too dark, and he clearly wants to help Fu Jiu become famous in the circle.
In the future, it is estimated that no matter where Fu Jiu goes, this matter will be mentioned.
Fu Jiu doesn't care about fame, she cares about money "Great God Qin, didn't you tell your friend that his friend has no money, should you make up for the difference?"
Qin Mo glanced at him lightly: "That's a normal face-based process, obviously that set is not suitable for you, in order to avoid you from having such a ridiculous idea as paying off the account with your body, it is better to let you give the money." ” Fu Jiu: This meal of lobster is really a loss.
In order to avoid further losses, Fu Jiu, who didn't want to bring home the two live lobsters, temporarily decided that even if she hugged them, she would take them back.
This is a guest she invited, and she still owes 30,000 yuan.
However, spending money to eliminate disasters, after a meal, you don't have to beware of being investigated again in the future.
"Are you going back by yourself, or will I send you" Qin Mo glanced at the lobster that the young man was holding, and seemed to feel that he looked a bit like the cat in his house that had just been caught in the rain, knowing that the other party just looked pitiful, and his paws were still hard, he still asked in a low voice, after all, the etiquette and tutor of the Qin family were all there.
Qin Mo also thought of another point, if this guy made any requests in the car.
As long as it's not too excessive, he can say yes.
After all, a large part of the reason why he saw the Z of Spades this time was to get him to join the team.
Fu Jiu was not polite, shook his silver broken hair, and the corners of his mouth hooked slightly: "You send me, I don't even have the money to take a taxi, it's a little far from my house, it's unrealistic to go back on a skateboard." ” "Hmm."
Qin Mo stretched out his hand and opened the car door, his expression was very light, and he still looked cold and noble.
At this time, the two of them had a normal atmosphere.
The fat man and he always felt that it was not called a noodle base before.
It's just a minute of swords It's still a fat man driving.
Music was playing in the car.
Fu Jiu sat on Qin Mo's left hand side, and there was a distance between the two of them, but there was no conversation.
This made me really unaccustomed to it, and I couldn't help but open my mouth: "Fu Jiu, what should you do with your mother's company, is it really going to go out of business?"
"Why did you go out of business" Fu Jiu withdrew his gaze from the night outside the window, his eyes were very dark.
Licking his lips: "I heard some news that most of the contestants in your mother's company have been poached, and now you can't integrate the participating group, and if you don't make adjustments, you will be disqualified, and once the investor withdraws, it will be difficult for your mother's company to support it." ” "There is such a thing."
Fu Jiu smiled, and his eyes were filled with a bone-chilling coldness: "Who did you listen to, the third outside or the illegitimate son of the Fu family, no matter who you listen to, my mother's company will not fall, and if it falls, others should fall." ” I didn't expect that the person who was still dissolute in the hotel just now would be filled with such a strong sense of oppression at this time.
At this moment, he really felt that Fu Jiu, this nouveau riche loser, was indeed the spade Z who hit them on the Internet aa2705221: