C7 I Made You Impulsive?

Qin Jiujiu curled her lips.

How annoying, this man actually knew what she was thinking!

How stingy, to think that he could even think of paying in instalments!

It took fifteen minutes to walk from her dormitory to the school gate.

Qin Jiujiu wanted to ask him why he didn't bring the car in, but remembered that the school seemed to prohibit foreign vehicles from entering.

He walked gracefully, carrying her broken suitcase.

However, she was not at all at ease. Her hands were in the pockets of her down jacket, kicking at the snow on the road from time to time.

Jin Rong had said that they would be flying back in the morning on the 10: 30 flight, so the time to arrive at home would be around 11: 30 at night. She didn't even know what time it would be if she were to return to Qin Family from the airport.

The next day was New Year's Eve.

Would Qin Family be together for the new year? Would she be able to see Gu Xihong and Qin Doukou?

Qin Jiujiu's feet were full of movements as she thought about it.

The morning sun shone down on the side of her face, yet it could not dispel the loneliness and sadness that appeared in her large eyes.

Jin Rong glanced at her and said, "Your father is a strong, tyrannical, loyal, and respected person."

"Huh?" She looked up at him in surprise. Was this man helping her?

Even though it was just a simple sentence, it revealed too much information to her. As the saying goes, know yourself and know your enemy well, and know how to win a hundred battles, isn't this man trying to let her gain a foothold in the Qin Family?

Jin Rong did not say anything else.

If she was a smart girl, she would naturally know how to do it.

Qin Ye and his entourage stood guard at the school gate, next to the venerable limousine. They could see Jin Rong carrying his suitcase from a distance, and their eyes almost popped out of their sockets.

He quickly took it over and helped the two into the car. The car drove directly to the airport parking lot, where Jin Rong's private jet was already safely parked.

It was eleven-thirty, time to take off.

There was a huge double bed, an elevator with a large TV screen, an exquisite floor, a tastefully decorated desk, a European style aristocratic lamp, a small bookcase that looked like a mini library …

When Qin Jiujiu followed Jin Rong into the cabin, she thought that the seats waiting for her would be all high-end massage chairs, Boston Lobster, and a luxurious wine set. In the end, there was a small presidential suite on this private plane!

"He's so damn rich!"

Qin Jiujiu was dumbfounded and blurted out.

In front of her, Jin Rong frowned and heard her say, "Uncle Jinrong, you give me the urge to rob the rich and the poor!"

F * ck, he's already so rich, and he still wants her to pay in installments!

"I made you impulsive?" He turned his body and saw her grief-stricken face: "In fact, when I was crying last night, you took the initiative to come over. I didn't want to dirty your noble suit, and you took the initiative to wipe my nose with that handkerchief. I don't even have the right to choose!"

Jin Rong narrowed his eyes. "You want to go back on your word?"

She wrinkled her nose. "You can't say that. It's just that my responsibilities are very small."

He looked at her with a clear gaze and said in a mocking tone, "I don't mind bringing you along to remember this: You kept pulling my clothes into my arms, and my clothes were full of the liquid you secreted, and you kept rubbing them on me. You did it, and now you're going to go back on your word?" Isn't it too irresponsible? "