"I believe you understand how I am. I don't want to live materially and vainly like many girls nowadays. There is a reason why I work hard to earn money, although I don't want to tell you now." Zhang Ling said, "Since I met you, it's been more than half a year, and life seems to be getting more and more interesting. Although it's a bit rude, when you first met you, you were really rustic. Now, your words and deeds seem to be like you grew up in a metropolis since you were born. However, your thoughts and you are still the same to others, and you are just as polite to everyone. It's not that kind of politeness, but the respect and understanding of people in your bones. From this perspective, you are really a good person. Later, when you had stomach problems, and then you took care of me when you got drunk. At that time, I was thinking, it would be good if you had a boyfriend like you."

Zhang Ling glanced at Zuo Lin, who was sitting upright, and he was a little bit like the instructions of the commissioner, and laughed out loud. She turned her fingers and said, "There is a good personality, young, tall, and pretty good--well, he is getting richer, a little famous, considerate...all of them are advantages. Although he is younger than me, the difference between those years is not too close. That is, sometimes you are too serious and meaningless."

"But, that old guy from Yanbeizhai exposed the damn housing agreement." Zhang Ling gritted his teeth and no longer used Yanbeizhai's respect for him. "I was always worried that you would look down on me after you knew this. Especially, this agreement is too different from my character. Although there is inside story, if you know it, I will still become a hypocritical material girl who pretends to be proud and self-reliant, and still worships money without any backbone in her bones. Unexpectedly, you will know this matter."

Zhang Ling's tone became a little serious: "Although I am grateful for taking this contract and taking on the debt for me. But to be honest, this money should not be paid for it for 5 years, according to the normal development of an ordinary college student, even if it is 10 years. In fact, it means that you have kept me now. This is really annoying. I want to be with you, but not in this identity."

"But then, you hired me to handle securities for you. Although you haven't figured it out yet, I'll have enough money to do this order, according to industry standards... uh, 'repeal'. I'm depressed now. Is it because you "maintained" me and treated me as my own person who doesn't have to be on guard against that, so you are willing to give me this opportunity? Or do you don't want the relationship between us to have such a support, so you give me this opportunity to make money? This problem has troubled me. Because this level of business, if it weren't for the relationship between you and me, it would never fall into me, a student."

"What makes me even more depressed is that now, the relationship between us is so complicated. I am your teacher, your employee, and your 'mistress'," Zhang Ling smiled and said, "Okay, I don't need such exciting words. And these three identities cannot be confused, otherwise, things will be really messed up."

Zhang Ling wiped her mouth with a napkin, stood up, and closed her knife and fork to indicate that she had used up her dinner. She walked to the bar and skillfully put the coffee beans into the coffee machine, while saying, "I think these three identities are something I should cherish. I want to do all the things I can do to the best of what I can do. So, I divided myself into three portions."

Zhang Ling said that after eating, it was natural that Zuo Lin couldn't stay on the dining table, especially now that the two of them were still talking about such complex and intimate topics. Zuo Lin had to put his knife and fork together, wipe his mouth clean, and sat on the sofa on the side.

Zhang Ling curled her lips. She glanced at the corner of her eyes at the heavy but accurate floor-to-ground pendulum clock in the corner of the wall and continued: "Day, that is my favorite self - and your employee status - a financial worker I have always tried to become, sort out documents and translate documents. I will try not to make any mistakes in this job and try to do my best. At night, being your teacher will feel good. I will prepare lessons carefully and you will learn quickly. Since I have promised you, promised Mr. Yan to help you take the college entrance examination and get a good result, I will also try to do it."

Zhang Ling walked over with coffee, squatted on the edge of the coffee table, carefully mixing the taste he liked with sugar and milk. "And during this period, it's better to be your girlfriend, lover, mistress, etc."

Zhang Ling glanced at Zuo Lin, who was a little embarrassed, and smiled like a prank, and then sat on Zuo Lin's lap.

Zuo Lin didn't know what to do, and his whole body began to sweat.

"... Look, I work for you during the day and tutor you at night. Apart from the time I spend on sleeping and going back and forth here, have you done the best in these 4 hours?" Zhang Ling lowered her head and gently pressed against Zuo Lin's forehead, and said in a delicate voice almost next to Zuo Lin's ear.

"Zhang Ling...this, this...don't do this." Zuo Lin sat upright like a primary school student. Since his thighs had been occupied by Zhang Ling, his hands had to be stiff on both sides of his body. "If I knew that there was a private agreement between you and Mr. Yan behind that contract, I wouldn't have come here. I didn't want to be like this."

Zhang Ling put his hands on Zuo Lin's neck, gently laid his chin on Zuo Lin's shoulder, and said in a crying voice: "Did you say, I'm not worth 1.7 million? Or do you mean, you don't like me and don't want me to be with you?"

What questions can be discussed in this kind of awesome tone? Zuo Lin was deeply suspicious. But when facing the girl who was acting coquettishly and almost deliberately seducing him, he really had no choice. "You know, I didn't mean that... what do you say?" No matter how to answer this question, it seems that no matter how you answer, Zuo Lin said with a wry smile.

Zhang Ling leaned towards Zuo Lin and put her whole body in Zuo Lin's arms. Her soft body exuded a tempting heat. What made Zuo Lin unable to tell was that he began to have a physiological reaction. Zhang Ling, who was sitting on him, immediately felt it. She leaned against Zuo Lin's ear and said a little shyly: "I'm not good at it, what are you thinking about in your mind?"

When he was making up for the lessons, he would occasionally call Zuo Lin when he taught him a lesson. When the three words "little brother" now become a typical pun, Zuo Lin felt mixed feelings. "Zhang Ling, would you please stand up first?...I, I really didn't have any thoughts."

Zhang Ling sighed softly, "I really have no bad thoughts?" Seeing Zuo Lin nodding repeatedly, she immediately said, "I'm old and unattractive. Sure enough, it's starting to depreciate after I was 20 years old."

Zuo Lin really didn't know whether he should spit out blood or spread the desire that was stirred up by Zhang Ling first. He did like Zhang Ling very much, but it was a bit unexpected to get along with Zhang Ling like this...

Zuo Lin thought about what Zhang Ling said just now, the beauty and sorrow in life of such a maverick girl, the confidence, cheerfulness, independence, ability, seriousness, meticulousness and other hard qualities that Zhang Ling showed in front of him at different times and places, and the fragility and loneliness she had reluctantly shown inadvertently, and the tenderness and enthusiasm she showed at this moment... How can a dreamy 20 years be needed to raise such a complex and changeable woman? Zhang Ling is like a diamond, and from any direction, she shines with dazzling light. Will such a woman really belong to herself? Zuo Lin thought.

His body did not dare to move. He was afraid that once his hands touched Zhang Ling's body, the whole thing would develop in an uncontrollable direction. Zuo Lin was young and full of energy. Although he was deliberately patient now, he was definitely not a Taoist master.

Zhang Ling leaned her head over again, as if another intimate whisper had been brewing. Her body turned slightly, as if to lie more comfortable. Her lips were already pressed against Zuo Lin's earlobe.

In a subtle and almost inaudible voice, Zhang Ling said: "Good boy, I think you like me a little too, right?...I want to tell you seriously that what I said today is true."

Zuo Lin's heart moved, and his hands wanted to wrap around Zhang Ling's waist and rub such a beautiful woman in his arms.

At this moment, the floor pendulum clock rang accurately and inappropriately. At this moment, the originally gentle and gloomy bell seemed to be deafening. When the bell rang 8 times, Zuo Lin seemed to be reminded of something in his mind, but Zuo Lin, who was still addicted to the gentleness, still couldn't remember anything specific.

The almost-zero-distanced smile suddenly turned into a touch of cunning, as if she was a prank. Zhang Ling jumped up from Zuo Lin, took out half-fold and folded it from her pocket like a magic trick, and then folded it into a small stack of paper 128, magically spreading it into a Chinese test paper. What's even more amazing is that she actually pulled out a short and delicate pencil from another pocket.

The hand that wanted to hold Zhang Ling's waist was now standing in the air where he was moving forward and retreating. Zhang Ling took advantage of the situation and stuffed the test paper and pencil into Zuo Lin's hand, and said in a serious tone: "I told you just now that your Chinese language should need to be strengthened. It's not considered composition, so I'll give you half an hour."

Transformed on time at 8 o'clock? Watching Zhang Ling walk into the small bathroom next to the restaurant. Hearing the wild laughter in the bathroom that Zhang Ling holds her stomach and covers her mouth and still can't suppress it. Zuo Lin then realizes what happened - he was being played with. Looking at the pants that were putting up the tent, the pencils and test papers in his hand, Zuo Lin didn't know what expression should be made.

He guessed Zhang Ling's dazzlingness, but he was wrong with her wit and intelligence.
Chapter completed!