Song Shiyu leaned against the driver's car window and lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke. He only slightly watched the red spark go out in the dim light.
He just saw Ji Xinxin off at the airport this afternoon.
Ji Xinxin went to Paris, France. This distance is nothing to Song Shiyu. The plane can even go back and forth in a day, but the separation is still so uncomfortable.
So Song Shiyu naturally remembered the existence of Ji Fanyin.
Although it was only yesterday that he mentioned to Ji Fanyin about ending the private stand-in relationship and this is a blatant contradiction, Song Shiyu knew that Ji Fanyin would not refuse.
Who told Ji Fanyin to like him?
Recalling Ji Fanyin, who showed all her physical features during the banquet at noon, Song Shiyu's heart moved slightly.
For this heartbeat, after talking with Ji Fanyin, he drove from Ji family's house to the address she sent.
It was an apartment building on the edge of the city center. It was still considered high-end, and valuable cars could be seen everywhere in the underground parking lot.
The cigarette that Song Shiyu lit has only burned a little bit, and someone came out of the elevator.
He looked up absent-mindedly.
And with this one look, he couldn't take his gaze back again.
It's so similar.
It wasn't until the person with a white lace dress and wide shoulder straps walked in front of Song Shiyu and smiled to him that he came back to his senses: "Ji Fanyin?"
Ji Fanyin smiled and spread a hand toward him, palm up.
Even knowing that this person is Ji Fanyin and not Ji Xinxin, Song Shiyu's attitude is unconsciously turned gentle: "What do you mean?"
"The fee." Ji Fanyin said.
Her voice has also changed slightly.
To be precise, it is more like Ji Xinxin's.
So Song Shiyu was not angry, he even smiled, and said with great interest, "You are so short of money?"
"I'm lacking more than what you think," Ji Fanyin nodded, not ashamed, "Master Song's career and family's assets are so big so wouldn't lack this small amount, isn't it?"
"The money can be given to you," Song Shiyu pressed his cigarette butt to the car window, not the least worried about whether it would burn the expensive glass or not, and asked meaningfully, "But can you meet my requirements?"
"Since it is a fee-based service, all reasonable requirements can of course be met." Ji Fanyin answered calmly.
If he hadn't known Ji Fanyin for so many years and knew that Ji Xinxin was already on the plane, Song Shiyu would have doubted whether the person in front of him was Ji Fanyin herself.
"Then you bark like a dog and let me listen to it." He said with a smile.
Song Shiyu looks very noble and has a little scholar's style, and even the word 'bark like a dog' that came out from his mouth seems so slow and reasonable.
Ji Fanyin looked a little surprised at his expression: "My sister actually looks like this in your heart?"
Song Shiyu chuckled and mocked Ji Fanyin's over-confident comparison: "But you are not your sister."
"No." Ji Fanyin lightly rejected him, "I only provide one service, which is to play Ji Xinxin. If you don't accept it, I will find another client."
She smiled and clamped the hair on her cheeks behind her ears, revealing her white ears.
"I believe someone will need it."
Song Shiyu looked at Ji Fanyin's nonchalant gesture, smiled and lit the second cigarette.
This time he took a sip, and frivolously sprayed the smoke on Ji Fanyin's face: "Okay, just consider it as my apology and compensation to you for spending so much time with me before. How much is it?"
Ji Fanyin took out the tablet computer from her back, and said with a smile on her face: "The business has just started, and the fee and schedule is relatively simple for the time being. Master Song please put up with it and have a look first."
Song Shiyu lowered his head and glanced casually.
It's pretty simple, but it's also pretty detailed.
[Working hours: Monday to weekend, from 9 am to midnight, reservation only, one-to-one service, no on-call service.]
[Service content: In addition to acting, it can be put forward at the time of appointment, and reasonable requests will be accepted according to the situation.]
[Price: starting from 100,000 yuan per hour, all the time for journey and preparation are not included in the payment time, and less than one hour is counted as one hour. I will not be responsible for any additional expenses during the service period.]
[Premium price: If you want to make an appointment in an emergency, or need services outside of working hours, a premium of 2-10 times will be calculated, and the service can only start after both parties agree.]
[Charge: pay first and serve later, no credit is allowed, and gifts must be indicated when transferring the money.]
When Song Shiyu finished reading it, he laughed: "One hundred thousand per hour? Ji Fanyin, do you know how much I pay for a star to accompany me?"
Ji Fanyin smiled: "Then I have to try to find out. Is the market price of male celebrities and female celebrities the same?"
It was the first time that Song Shiyu saw her clung to her last dignity and refusing to show weakness in front of him. With a little ridicule, he pushed the tablet back: "Ji Fanyin, is this the way you get rid of emotional injury? By selling your body?"
Ji Fanyin had an expression of 'what are you talking about': "What I sell is wisdom and energy. Do you know how much energy is spent in acting?"
"Good, I'll play with you even if I have to look at this face of yours." Song Shiyu tapped the tablet with his knuckles, and he whispered maliciously, "Tomorrow from 11:00 to 2:00, three hours, but I want to see 'Ji Xinxin', not 'Ji Fanyin'. Can you do it?"
With a smile, Ji Fanyin took the tablet back and opened another app: "In order to ensure the quality of service, Master Song will have to first fill out a questionnaire."
Song Shiyu: "?"
...
After getting the questionnaire that song Shiyu filled out according to his temper and confirming that she had received the 300,000 yuan that he transferred, Ji Fanyin hummed a small tune and walked back to the elevator lightly.
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When she went into the elevator and turned around, she found that Song Shiyu was still looking at her from a distance of more than ten meters, and had not moved even a step.
The cigarette that he had only smoked a mouthful, gleamed with scarlet color on his fingertips.
Ji Fanyin, who has just butchered the deceived generous spender, pressed her own floor button and waved good night to Song Shiyu in a good mood.
When the elevator door closed, Song Shiyu's face was also shut outside.
Ji Fanyin doesn't care about his attitude just now, as long as he can be slaughtered, this attitude problem can be completely ignored.
When she got home, she lay down on the sofa and raced against the clock to study the questionnaire that Song Shiyu had just completed.
This set of questionnaires is still relatively short for the time being. Ji Fanyin made it while racing against the clock when Song Shiyu drove over just now.
The content is also very simple, mainly to refine the behavior and habits of Ji Xinxin in Song Shiyu's mind, so as to facilitate the imitating later.
In addition, there are some personal preferences of Song Shiyu.
All in all, it is for the purpose of providing better service and cutting leeks better.
Although Song Shiyu is a silly dog that doesn't mean what he says, but it couldn't stop the fact that this Master Song is rich.
Ji Fanyin was studying the questionnaire while thinking in her heart about who else can be harvested in Ji Xinxin's fish pond.
Bai Zhou? At least this young master also has a lot of money.
After studying the questionnaire thoroughly, Ji Fanyin got up lazily and went into the bathroom to adjust her expression in the mirror.
What's not very friendly to the leeks, or too friendly, is that before her death, Ji Fanyin happened to be a Grand Slam Movie Queen.
It took Ji Fanyin 20 minutes to grasp the status of 'Ji Xinxin'.
With a sweet and cheerful smile, she opened the [Temptation To Go Home] and took a look. Song Shiyu generously provided 300,000 yuan and a small amount of mood swings. Although it was like a drop in the bucket for the 10 billion yuan, it was already a great feat to earn more than 400,000 yuan in just this short half-a-day.
There's half a million in the bank card now.
"What a great skill of mine." Ji Fanyin put down her mobile phone, carefully selected the clothes in the wardrobe for her to wear when she goes out tomorrow, and lay down peacefully with a facial mask.
Tomorrow is a day to deepen the impression of leeks and to continue cutting leeks in the future. She must cultivate and recuperate well.
...
Song Shiyu sat in the dining room and chatted with Ji Xinxin on his mobile phone.
Ji Xinxin has just arrived in Paris, settling down and replying to her friends' messages one by one, telling them that she has arrived safely.
Even though it was Song Shiyu, who staged an embarrassing scene with her yesterday, she didn't forget to tell him and sent a voice message over instead.
"I have arrived. Paris is fine, and so am I... How about you? Are you okay?"
Song Shiyu sighed softly.
Apart from deliberately putting aside for a few hours not to reply to this message, what way does he have to be angry with Ji Xinxin?
Song Shiyu carefully edited a gentle and polite message in the dialog box, to be as consistent as his usual image. Before he could click send, the door of the room was knocked.
Song Shiyu took a look at the time displayed on the mobile phone: One minute to 11 o'clock.
Ji Fanyin is really on time.
"Come in." He answered casually.
The moment the door was opened, the same voice that had just come from Song Shiyu's mobile phone was blown to his ear: "You arrived so early. Have you waited for a long time?"
Song Shiyu raised his eyes to the door with two points of surprise, and stood up unconsciously: "No, I just arrived too."
"That's good. I'm afraid you'll be bored waiting alone. Let's order the food. I'm so hungry." The visitor came up to him with a brisk step, stood still, and said with a sweet smile, "We have agreed that today you will be the one who treat me."
Song Shiyu could even smell the other party's perfume that she usually used, and he subconsciously mumbled: "Of course. How could I let you pay. Sit down and look at the menu, Xin..."
When he was about to call out that name, Song Shiyu abruptly bit the last word, and he was hit head-on by a huge, uncontrollable shock and anger.
He actually took Ji Fanyin as Ji Xinxin just now!
Song Shiyu still remembered that as long as he mentioned Ji Xinxin in front of Ji Fanyin, the other party would show an annoyed and injured look, which was nothing like Ji Xinxin at all.
Just like now, she will definitely turn back into...
"You don't want to sit, Shiyu?" Ji Fanyin asked suspiciously.
She had picked up the menu without any emotional change on her face.
Song Shiyu stared at her for a moment, recovered from the previous atmosphere and hooked the corners of his mouth, but his expression is very indifferent: "Ji Fanyin, who taught you this trick?"
Do you think that as long as you imitate Ji Xinxin, you can get everything that Ji Xinxin has?
Ji Fanyin blinked, she unlocked her mobile phone and shook in front of Song Shiyu.
Song Shiyu saw that it was a countdown showing two hours and fifty-seven minutes.
Ji Fanyin answered his question with Ji Xinxin's smile and voice: "It's probably a bank account."