Chapter 017 The Fallen King

Jing Fei couldn't figure it out and was too lazy to think about it. So many years have passed, and he couldn't even remember what Jiang Yu looked like, so he still wanted to do.

But Cheng Siyu didn't want to let him go. After hesitating for a moment, he suddenly said, "Do you know? Jiang Yu got married, just a few years ago, but her life was not very good. It is said that her husband died in a car accident on the day of his marriage and has been widowed all the time."

"Is that right?" Jing Fei's tone was very casual.

Cheng Siyu didn't speak, and looked at Jing Fei's face quietly, as if she wanted to see something from his face, but Cheng Siyu was disappointed. Jing Fei's expression was very calm, and even a little lazy, as if she hadn't heard anything.

"But it is said that Jiang Yu's life is not very good now, it seems to be quite hard." Cheng Siyu continued, still staring at Jing Fei's eyes.

"Oh." Jing Fei nodded, his face still calm.

Cheng Siyu closed her mouth strangely. Jing Fei's reaction was completely beyond her expectations. She knew very well how much Jing Fei cared about Jiang Yu in the past, and thought that he would excitedly ask him about Jiang Yu's whereabouts when he heard these news.

"Mr. Cheng, it's time to hold the meeting."

Xiaomei walked in to remind her that she was obviously stunned when she saw the two people facing each other in the sofa area.

"Okay, I know." Cheng Siyu waved his hand and said to Jing Fei again: "Jing Fei, I'll go for a meeting now. You can stay here. You can play with the computer by yourself. You can go to the rest room inside and take a while. Don't sneak away. When I come back, I'll treat you to dinner tonight."

"No need, I just came here, just now, just went out to see the new environment." Jing Fei shook his head and looked at the little secretary with a gossip at the door with a very annoying expression. He knew that Secretary Xiaomei must have misunderstood that he had any inappropriate relationship with Cheng Siyu. The extended meaning of Cheng Siyu's sentence just now was too big.

He didn't want rumors about a scandal with the beautiful minister as soon as he came.

"Okay, give me your phone, and I'll call you later."

Cheng Siyu didn't force herself, and stood up with a smile, stretched out a white and tender little hand towards Jing Fei, as if she was afraid that Jing Fei would disappear out of thin air from her eyes.

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"No, you, a big supervisor, come to such a place when you come to a place like this?" Looking at the bustling snack street in front of you, Jing Fei couldn't help but look back at Cheng Siyu who was following behind him.

As soon as he got off work in the afternoon, Jin Fei received a call from Cheng Siyu saying that he would treat him to dinner. Of course, Jing Fei could not refuse. Not to mention that the two were old classmates, they met again after a long time ago, just saying that Cheng Siyu is Jing Fei's boss now, he must be obedient.

But what Jing Fei didn't expect was that Cheng Siyu actually took him to a snack street near Yanda. No wonder he stopped the car so far and walked over with Jing Fei. Jing Fei was a little puzzled at that time, but it was not until now that he realized that it would be too shocking if Cheng Siyu's red BMW drove over.

"What's wrong with eating here? Do you really think I'm a rich woman who can't spend all the money?" Cheng Siyu gave Jing Fei a blank look, took the lead in walking into the snack street, and entered a small hot pot restaurant.

Jing Fei had to come in with him. The hot pot restaurant was not big, with only a dozen tables, but there were many customers. When Jing Fei walked in, Cheng Siyu had occupied the only empty table inside, waved to Jing Fei.

Jing Fei walked over, just glanced at the price list and was speechless. He looked at Cheng Siyu and sighed: "Is the richer the more stingy the person you are? Are you so stingy? Are you not afraid that I will look down on you?"

"What's wrong with looking down on me? You haven't seen me before, right?" Cheng Siyu was not angry at all. She reached out to pick up the menu, didn't ask Jing Fei, and quickly ordered a bunch of dishes, then waved her hand to ask the boss to serve the dishes quickly.

Hearing the names of Cheng Siyudian dishes, Jing Fei, he was even speechless. If Cheng Siyu, as a minister, took him here to treat him to the hospital, he would definitely be a stingy person and a miser. Cheng Siyu ordered ten dishes, two stir-fry dishes and eight sautéed dishes, but none of them had meat.

Jing Fei was completely convinced by being stingy. He estimated that these things were more than fifty yuan in total. Cheng Siyu was so stingy that she was so stingy about treating her. Fortunately, she thought she was going to treat her to something big meal. She was going to be polite to her at first.

It’s not so polite now. If you’re polite, you can only drink tea and get full.

Cheng Siyu finally discovered Jing Fei's contemptuous look, and realized that it was not just him who was having dinner today, but also a male creature. She smiled embarrassedly, reached out and picked up the menu again, and asked tentatively: "Jing Fei, why don't you add two more meat dishes?"

"Forget it, I'm afraid you will vomit blood with pain." Jing Fei shook his head. He could see that Cheng Siyu was a wealthy slave.

"Go to you, I really think I'm so stingy." Cheng Siyu rolled her eyes in anger and asked the boss to add two more meat dishes, one for shabu and the other for stir-frying meat. In fact, it is not expensive. Things on this kind of snack street cannot be expensive.

"I know what you are thinking. You must be wondering why I am so stingy and like a wealthy slave, right?" Cheng Siyu asked with his head raised.

"Can you tell me all this? Do you have special abilities?" Jing Fei widened his eyes exaggeratedly.

"Get out, don't you be so sarcastic?" Cheng Siyu glared again with a pretty eyes, her eyes were full of charm, and she was a beauty. She was so pleasing to the eye even when she was angry.

Sighing, Cheng Siyu continued, "Do you think I want to be so stingy? I really have no money now. If I have money, I will bring you here to treat you. Don't you feel embarrassed if you think I am?"

"Actually, it's nothing to be stingy. A woman is called living a life, and it's lucky to marry you." Jing Fei smiled, but he was really not angry, just a little surprised.

"Jing Fei, if you don't sarcastically say a few words, you will feel uncomfortable?" Cheng Siyu rolled her eyes again: "Didn't I just say it? I really don't have money now, but I'm not stingy. Besides, I often come to this hot pot restaurant when I go to school. It tastes very good, and it tastes much better than some big restaurants."

"As the director of the business department, are you paid so little?" Jing Fei asked strangely.

"The salary is quite good, plus some bonuses and commissions, I can get a small amount of 300,000 yuan a year." Cheng Siyu was a little proud.

"Then are you so poor? Are you taking drugs or are you gambling?" Jing Fei was even more surprised. His annual salary of 300,000 yuan was still like this, and his money was blown away by the strong wind?

"Go to you, you're just taking drugs and gambling. I just bought a house not long ago. I finally saved up all my savings. Now I not only owe the bank loan, but also owed others a small amount of 100,000 yuan." Cheng Siyu became more and more depressed as she spoke.

Jing Fei suddenly realized that no wonder that the beauty Cheng was so poor. She quickly bought a new house. He probably knew the housing prices in Yanjing City. It would cost millions of dollars to buy a house. Not to mention Cheng Siyu, a white-collar worker, even a rich office worker, he had to carry it in.

"How come you, why are you now working as a driver in the group?" While waiting for the meal, Cheng Siyu looked at Jing Fei and asked strangely. She had wanted to ask this question for a long time, but she had never found a chance.

"What if I don't do it if I don't work as a driver, I haven't been to college, so I can only use driving instinct in my hand." Jing Fei grinned, his tone very casually.

"Oh." Cheng Siyu nodded and asked again: "Then how much is your monthly salary now?"

"Today was still 1,800, which was after tax. But now it's transferred to your department as the team leader. It may be longer, but it won't exceed 3,000, right?" Jing Fei said uncertainly.

"So little?" Cheng Siyu exclaimed. When she saw Jing Fei at first sight, she guessed that Jing Fei's salary would definitely not be greater, but she didn't expect it to be so small, only 1,800 a month, what's enough for? Even renting a basement is probably not enough, right?

"There is a little less, but it's only enough to spend it." Jing Fei smiled indifferently. Of course, he spent enough money. He spent a sum of entertainment funds from Mu Qingcheng every month, at least 100,000. Can he spend it? As for the salary he earns as a driver, he never thought about going over and touching it from beginning to end. It's too little, not enough for him to go out for a drink.

"It's not enough to spend money alone." Cheng Siyu didn't think so, and said half-jokingly: "Jing Fei, you are so old, so you have to find a way out. With this salary, how can you get married in the future? Who would be willing to go with you?"

"Haha, you don't have to worry about this. I got married not long ago, and my wife makes more money than me, so life is fine." Jing Fei laughed.

"You, are you married?" Cheng Siyu's face changed slightly, and she was surprised.

"Yes, it's almost half a year." Jing Fei said.

"That's not OK. Jing Fei, tell me the truth. In your family, is your wife the final decision?" Cheng Siyu suddenly said something very concerned.

"Uh, it's almost the same." Jing Fei thought about it, and said it casually, but he didn't feel anything. In the luxury house of Qinglianju, Mu Qingcheng was originally the master. The two of them were like two parallel lines. Except for the fever that he was forcibly taken to the hospital for treatment last night, the two had almost no communication at other times. The only communication was that they went back to ask Mu Qingcheng for pocket money, and occasionally had breakfast together and didn't say a word.

Cheng Siyu didn't know that the down-and-out old classmate in front of him was actually the man of his president. After hearing Jing Fei's words, he immediately shook his head: "That's right, how can women in the family be the head of the family? It's not that you make too little money and have no confidence, otherwise..."

Speaking of this, Cheng Siyu paused: "Jing Fei, come and be an assistant for me. I will first have one month internship, and the internship period is 5,000 yuan. When I become a regular, I will receive a minimum of 8,000 yuan. At that time, I will receive a commission and dividend. How about I earn 100,000 yuan a year? "

"No need, I think it's good to be a driver now, but I know nothing about business or something." Jing Fei quickly shook his head, making a joke, he finally got back to the driver's position from his wife, and of course it is impossible for him to jump into the fire pit on his own initiative.

"Jing Fei, don't get me wrong. I don't mean anything else. I just want to help you. I..." Seeing Jing Fei's expression, Cheng Siyu suddenly felt a little panicked and quickly explained.

"It's okay, I really feel that it's good now." Jing Fei smiled and shook his head.

"Yes, you used to be so capable, but now you just don't want to make money. As long as you want, you can definitely make a lot of money." Cheng Siyu suddenly smiled and changed the subject. She didn't want Jing Fei to misunderstand that she looked down on him.

Men all have self-esteem, let alone Jing Fei. She clearly remembers the scenes of Jing Fei when he was in junior high school, and he couldn't forget Jing Fei's nickname that fascinated countless women: Overlord.

How can ordinary people understand the overlord's thoughts?

But now, looking at Jing Fei, who was "in a poor life" in front of him and even a little self-deprecating, Cheng Siyu suddenly felt sad in her heart. In her understanding, Jing Fei could not be like this. He should be better than anyone else and have a future.

But now Jing Fei...

The overlord seemed to have lost his domineering aura and light on his body, and had all the edges and corners worn away by life.

No, this won't be true. How could the Overlord be worn out? This must be an illusion he pretended to be on purpose.
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