Space Spirit Spring: Farmhouse Qiao Jun’s Wife

With Zhang Qing as protector, Su Haitang's plan to break into the lounge naturally failed, so he had to settle for a few words with the bored Vice President Zhang Qing and vomit his bitterness.

Zhang Qing was also from the second generation of rich people. He knew the elegant meaning of the string music after hearing it, and happily gave her another financial aid.

Su Haitang did not refuse pretentiously, but instead wrote an IOU, collected the money, and left.

She did not go to the classroom and climbed over the wall to leave the school.

"Interesting." Zhang Qing looked at the figure who quickly disappeared from the surveillance camera, rubbed his chin, and murmured with interest.

Department M also extended an olive branch to him. Chu Baihe rated him an A, but gave Haitang an S.

Zhang Qing has seen all Haitang's recent changes and has nothing to be dissatisfied with.

In fact, in this kind of dangerous job, the stronger the partner, the safer they will be, and he will not have the macho tendency to be jealous of others.

It's a pity that Haitang refused the M department's recruitment and instead wanted to participate in the talent show where idols are born.

Zhang Qing rubbed his chin, opened the online registration form on the website, filled in his information with his fingers, glanced at the quiet rest room, a flash of narrowness in his eyes, and filled in Yu Nanjin's name.

It's rare to meet such an interesting person, so Mr. Yu must be willing to say goodbye to Duke Zhou temporarily.

Su Haitang didn't understand that her trip to the student union would cause another uproar.

At this moment, she was turning to a stone gambling shop, reaching out to touch every stone, wanting to feel the energy fluctuations in it.

She was no stranger to betting on stones, but Xiaoyu always cheated in the past, and she was sure to make a profit without losing anything.

Now that Xiaoyu is in deep sleep, she doesn't want to really gamble on her luck and make a quick fortune through this.

Although it is said that people are not rich without external wealth, and horses are not fat without night grass, but there is also a saying that people die for money and birds die for food. No matter how much money you make, there are flowers of life.

Su Haitang only hoped that Xiaoyu could sense it, and it would be best if she could absorb the energy hidden in the stone directly through her hands. This was the real costless business.

She was lucky. When she touched a heavy stone, her palms felt faintly warm, and then she felt a stream of heat flowing directly into her body along her palms and disappearing into an unknown place.

"Xiaoyu?"

Su Haitang shouted tentatively.

no respond.

Su Haitang was not discouraged and continued to try.

Facts have once again proved that Xiaoyu is a picky hypocrite. She touched all the stones one by one, and only three stones were able to impress Xiaoyu.

This little energy isn't enough for him to squeeze through his teeth, but it's better than nothing.

Su Haitang was not disappointed. In the end, she randomly picked a stone that she liked, paid for it, and untied it on the spot. She was lucky enough to get a piece of miscellaneous jade, which was not worth much. The store didn't offer to take it, so she was happy. He walked away with his heart in his arms.

This is a good sign, Su Haitang thought.

Passing by the lottery shop nearby, she couldn't help but spend more money and bought two to try her luck. As a result, she won another five yuan. Not only did she get back her money, but she also made a profit.

Su Haitang didn't listen to the shopkeeper's persuasion and left the lottery shop as soon as she was satisfied. She went to the nearby commercial street and browsed a private clothing shop.

"I want this dress."

Su Haitang had just put on a girly goose-yellow dress and came out. She was looking left and right in front of the mirror. She was satisfied and wanted to change into and pay when she suddenly heard a commanding voice.

Some people want to cut off their beards, it’s such an old-fashioned plot.