1801 Dear Miss (4)

They have dress requirements in their company. Xia Ling's two uniforms are changed back and forth, and there is no change throughout the year.

For the first time, Wang Jia saw Xia Ling wearing a regular dress. The clothes were ordinary and had no special features, but mainly the small hairpin pinned her bangs. The exposed face was more refined than Wang Jia thought.

The girl is good-looking, but it seems that she doesn't care about him now, and come to see him without makeup?

With a smile, Wang Jia ordered the order and handed it to Xia Ling.

"Let's say, since you are looking for me and you are not treating me as an outsider, if you have anything to say, you can help me directly."

Xia Ling: "I want to do business with Wang."

"What?" Wang Jia almost didn't release his hand holding the coffee cup.

He looked at Xia Ling for a long time and always felt that he had heard it wrong.

What does it mean to do business with him?

He never thought that Xia Ling would make this request to him.

Is business so good? A person with family support who wants to do a small business has to have hundreds of thousands of startup funds.

Does Xia Ling have on hand? How much can he lend her?

"I said, I want to borrow some money and make some investment. This investment is not worth the money I borrowed from Wang, and I earned ... I have six or four points with Wang, six or four with me." She compared The number, "I have a chance, as long as you vote for this number, I guarantee that the return will not be less than 3 points."

Three points, that is 30 percent, Xia Ling is borrowing 100,000.

Such a sum of money was nothing to Wang Jia, but his relationship with the girls was not that familiar.

If you do n’t rush to spend so much money, is n’t it good to borrow from the bank?

Examining Xia Ling calmly, Wang Jia took a coffee and was meditating.

Xia Ling sat there and let Wang Jia examine it.

She is too narrow in this circle now. Wang Jia is a guilty person she knows. If he doesn't want to lend her, she can only give up long-term cooperation and get a few credit cards first.

However, Wang Jia's attitude was better than Xia Ling thought.

Perhaps she felt interesting. After Wang Jia looked at Xia Ling, his eyes flashed, and she agreed.

"Borrowing is fine, but you have to have a mortgage. Otherwise, why should I trust you. Xia Ling, what do you think you can mortgage to me?"

"I have nothing to mortgage." Xia Ling frowned for a moment, and said frankly, "I just can guarantee that my way is clean and I can cooperate for a long time in the future, so I hope Wang will try it once."

To put it bluntly, she couldn't even tell Wang Jia how she could make money. Wang Jia didn't give much hope when meeting Wang Jia. She was an empty glove white wolf.

She doesn't pit people, but this matter, it is a matter of trapping, and it is also common.

"Oh ..." Wang Jia thought for a while, his eyes fell on Xia Ling, and he paused for a while, and he opened up the conditions, "So let me lend you a hundred thousand, not to mention interest, you six months Return me here, just as if I made friends with you. Six months, if you have n’t been with me yet, then you will be my girlfriend, let ’s get married, how about it? ”

"Marry?" Xia Ling suspected that she had heard it wrong.

On Wang Jia's terms, everyone wanted to marry whatever he wanted to marry.

Although he is a little older, he is not over ten years old, nor is he an old man who ca n’t marry his wife. How could he say that?

"Well, I like your eyes."

Wang Jia likes Audrey Hepburn best. There are many Hepburn films in his family, which were shot at high prices just because of her appreciation and love of Hepburn.

Xia Ling, some of her charms really look like Hepburn.

A pair of eyes are black and white, but that look is straightforward and stubborn ...

Xia Ling froze, and never expected that Wang Jia would propose such a condition.

Marrying ... Xia Ling never thought about it.

Now her belly is not visible, but the child in the belly is real. If she marries Wang Jia, then she will make Wang Jia a panxia.

Wang Jia looked after her face, but if he knew she was pregnant with Pei Luo's child, and he was about to give birth, would he still marry her? Willing to make Pei Luo's son cheap dad?

Xia Ling hesitated.

"I can't marry you, I have children in my stomach." She shook her head and said to Wang Jia, after a pause, she said, "I can't pit you, but I can only promise to lend me money and follow me Brother Wang will never lose the cooperation. "

At this point, Wang Jia stared at her flat stomach and looked again. Why didn't she understand that Xia Linghuai was Pei Luo's child?

After thinking for a while, he still agreed to Xia Ling.

IOU, in duplicate.

Wang Jia took Xia Ling to the bank to transfer money, and the business was handled quickly. Xia Ling also had 100,000 yuan on her card.

"Thank you, brother." Xia Ling said sincerely.

"It's okay, you need to find me again." Wang Jia stared at the girl's face.

He's never done such an unsecured deal, but give it a try, maybe he can get a surprise?

Xia Ling didn't say much, just separated from Wang Jia, and he was going to the nearby Internet cafe.

In the face of facts, all languages ??are pale.

She will prove herself to Wang Jia.

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At the Internet cafe, after surfing the Internet, Xia Ling opened the search engine and lingered on the search page for a long time.

By the time she returned, she had already entered the word 'Xia Ling'.

Just hitting Enter, Xia Ling found five years or six of Xia Ling in the encyclopedia and found himself in his life.

She was reborn a year after her death.

On the website encyclopedia, the girl named Xia Ling, wearing a bachelor hat, died last year. The photo is gray and her smile is sweet.

At the age of 23, he was married and his partner was Pei Yuan. On the encyclopedia, Zhao Yue's son was written under her name, saying that she had a son with Pei Yuan, Pei Siling, and is now being raised by Zhao Yue.

child? She has children with him?

Xia Ling was stunned, only to laugh at it, and smiled coldly.

She clicked on Pei Qinyuan's encyclopedia.

When he clicked in, she saw in his marriage history that he had a widowed one year ago, and his spouse was Xia Ling, who was an administrative assistant to Pei during his lifetime, and later became a noble lady at home full time, and he had a good relationship with Pei Yuan.

Pei Siling ... Xia Ling couldn't help searching for the name. No children were found, only pictures of Pei Yuan attending her funeral.

The man was walking between the foggy and rainy cemeteries with a black umbrella. He looked gloomy and thinner, and his clothes seemed to be empty.

I don't know if it's Xia Ling's illusion. Through the photo, she seems to be as desperate and desperate as she can see Pei Yuan's walking dead ...

My heart was a little happy and I was out of breath.

Obviously, how did you feel about Pei Yuan, but the pain in her heart left Xia Ling out of breath.

She settled down for a while, and finally calmed down her mood.

She typed an address and opened a website. She was skilled on the stock market forum. For half an hour, she first learned about the trend of the international heavy metal stock market in the year she was away.

(End of this chapter)