Chapter 364 I really can’t do anything to you

In the mall in Shanghai, Cheng Zhu was chatting with the investment manager.

The investment manager, whose surname was Zhao, was contacted by Cheng Zhu on the phone.

The main reason why the two could meet smoothly was that Cheng Zhu bought a new mobile phone number some time ago and used it as his work mobile number.

He spent a lot of money, and his mobile phone number ended in four eights.

And what I bought was the old number, not the new number with a larger number at the beginning.

In a few years, due to policy reasons, good mobile phone numbers will actually start to be less valuable.

But in recent years, good mobile phone numbers and good license plate numbers are not cheap.

Some people's mobile phone numbers are much more expensive than the iPhone in their hands.

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The license plate number of some cars may not be worth less than the car itself.

Not to mention, this old number ending in 4 and 8 is quite bluffing.

Especially in a city like Shanghai, sometimes it can be regarded as an alternative "business card".

When Manager Zhao saw Cheng Zhu, he immediately thought that this guy was a second-generation rich man.

After all, he is the investment manager of a high-end shopping mall in Magic City, and he is also a local in Magic City. He knows many brands of goods fairly well.

He could tell that Cheng Zhu's outfit cost a lot of money.

During the conversation, Cheng Zhu didn't say that he opened a milk tea shop.

He said he opened a high-end custom perfume shop.

Before the shop in Starlight City was rented by him, it was originally used to open a perfume shop, but now he directly used it.

After the two chatted for a while, they found out that there was actually a suitable spot in the mall, and it was due next month.

But the problem is that high-end perfume customization shops may not be able to pass the inspection of shopping malls.

After the chat, Cheng Zhu was actually quite satisfied with the place.

"It's very suitable for our Pomelo Tea's first store in Shanghai." He thought to himself.

After visiting the mall, Cheng Zhu was not in a hurry to go back.

However, he did not go to other shopping malls.

Instead, I walked into a real estate agency.

At 4:30 in the afternoon, Cheng Zhucai returned to Hu Yan's one-bedroom rental house.

As soon as he entered the room, he saw the equipment on the table.

"Are you painting this afternoon?" he asked.

"Yeah, that's right." Hu Yan replied.

"What are you drawing?" Cheng Zhu asked with a deliberate smile.

Hu Yan lowered his head slightly and said in that soft and waxy voice: "Didn't you ask me to draw it, boss?"

Donor father, you have clearly assigned me a task, why are you still asking questions knowingly?

I am just a humble painter who works with a small amount of money and retouching fees. Of course, I will paint whatever the sponsor’s father asks me to paint.

When Cheng Zhu heard this, he couldn't help but raise his hand and slap her big fat butt hard, causing waves of clear buttock waves visible to the naked eye.

He laughed and scolded: "Do you want me to help you recall your memories? What I have been asking you is: How should you draw next time?"

After Hu Yan felt the pain, he let out a soft cry, and then his cheeks couldn't help but turn red. He remembered that he was kneeling on his stomach, lingering for breath, and a voice came out of his mouth: "This is how to paint. This is how to paint." "

The female painter blushed and chose to shut up, not daring to challenge the authority of the funder's father.

Cheng Zhuze sat down on the sofa, looked around and said, "By the way, you have made a lot of money in the past few months, why don't you change your house?"

This apartment is relatively old and not in good condition in all aspects.

The walls are peeling off in some places, some facilities are a bit rusty, and the electrical appliances look very old and old-fashioned.

"It won't expire until the middle of next month. It was renewed for half a year in one go." Hu Yan replied.

Cheng Zhu looked at her and said, "As our gold-medal painter who insists on visiting, you have a heavy responsibility. As the boss, I plan to rent a studio for you. Please take a look at these two apartments."

He handed over his mobile phone, which contained pictures that he carefully selected and asked the agency to send over.

Hu Yan took the phone obediently and looked at it.

It can be said that these two houses are very different from hers. They are obviously much higher-end, not inferior to the Xinhang Apartment where Cheng Zhu lives in Hangzhou.

They are all well-decorated, warm and beautiful in style, and equipped with air conditioning, floor heating, and even fresh air systems.

The apartment will also provide many supporting services, security measures, and a small free gym with fitness equipment.

Cheng Zhu's idea is simple.

"Hu Yan doesn't like to go out. She is a homebody. She spends most of her time at home."

"Then, a good living environment is very important."

"Not to mention that I have to stay here occasionally."

Of course, the rent in Magic City is ridiculously expensive. Even though the area is not large, the annual rent is quite scary.

Hu Yan took a look and felt that both houses were quite good. They were high-end houses that she would never have looked at when she couldn't get a job and had a tight life.

"Boss, isn't the rent expensive?" Hu Yan couldn't help but ask.

"That's not something you have to consider, first or second?" he asked.

She was still a little unaccustomed to this kind of sudden gift, and she didn't know how to respond for a while.

"Forget it, since we are renting a studio, of course it is me, the boss, who has the final say." Cheng Zhu thought about it and said, "Let's take the first one. It will be warmer and have better lighting."

Hu Yan looked at him from the side, still a little at a loss.

But what Cheng Zhu said next made her feel a little shocked.

"The main thing is that you don't go out very much, so I think the living environment is still very important. And you always turn day and night upside down, so there is another great thing about this house, that is, the night view is amazing!"

He picked up his phone and opened a photo to show to Hu Yan.

This was taken standing in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling windows. Since the floor is high, the night view is really beautiful.

"Night scene?" Hu Yan glanced at the photo, and there seemed to be a warm current in his heart.

Little did he know that in Cheng Zhu's eyes, the huge floor-to-ceiling windows and the pleasing night view would also be part of the mood in the future.

Floor-to-ceiling windows look like they are perfect for suppressing demonic foxes!

It’s time to slap the fox demon onto the floor-to-ceiling window with one palm, and then hold down the uniform!

When it was almost five o'clock, Hu Yan was about to start preparing dinner.

She didn't want to go out to eat, and Cheng Zhu didn't force her.

I saw this plump female painter put on an apron again. Not to mention, when a person with her figure puts on an apron, she has an indescribable and special attraction.

Especially the back view!

While she was chopping vegetables, Cheng Zhu picked up the child-killing medicine on the table and then glanced in the direction of the kitchen.

He opened the medicine box and was surprised to find that Hu Yan had not taken any medicine.

"Huh?" This made Cheng Zhu a little confused.

He still attaches great importance to this aspect.

Even though he wandered around the flowers in his previous life, he had never caused any harm to anyone.

Cheng Zhu didn't think Hu Yan had any messy and bad intentions. This woman was essentially a very simple and innocent otaku painter, but she had too much pornographic waste in her mind.

So, after thinking for a moment, he directly picked up the medicine box and walked into the open kitchen.

"Why did you forget to take your medicine?" He asked very straightforwardly.

You know, you have to take the initiative to buy medicine.

Hu Yan was chopping radishes. Her knife skills were actually very good, but her cutting speed was obviously slowing down at this moment.

"Dong——,dong——."

The kitchen knife struck the chopping board, making a sound.

The fat butt female painter lowered her head, turned her back to her sponsor father, and said in her unique soft and waxy voice: "I see it says 72-hour emergency contraception."

Cheng Zhu was dumbfounded when he heard this, and felt a bit dumbfounded for a moment.

You are still "economical", right?

It seems that you are a woman who is quite good at "managing life"!

What's more important is that the meaning hidden in her words is really sinful.
To be continued...