Chapter 1801 Dear Miss (4)

There is a dress code in their company, and Xia Ling's two sets of uniforms are changed back and forth, and there is no change throughout the year.

It was the first time Wang Jia saw Xia Ling wearing regular clothes. The clothes were very ordinary and had no distinctive features, but the main reason was that the hairpin pinned her bangs, revealing a much more delicate face than Wang Jia thought.

The girl is pretty, but she doesn't seem to care about him now, and she doesn't even wear makeup when she comes to see him?

Smiling, Wang Jia ordered and handed the order to Xia Ling.

"Come on, since you came to me and didn't treat me as an outsider, if you have anything to say, just tell me, and I will help if I can."

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

"What?" Wang Jia almost let go of the coffee cup.

He watched Xia Ling for a long time, and always felt that he had heard 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 easy to do? A person with family support who wants to start a small business needs hundreds of thousands of start-up funds.

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

"I said, I want to borrow some money to make some investments. If the investment loses money, I will borrow from Brother Wang, and if I make a profit... Brother Wang is six or four points, Brother Wang is six, and I am four." She compared 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."

3 points, that is 30%, Xia Ling wants to borrow 100,000.

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

If so much money is not in a hurry, why not go to the bank to borrow it?

Looking at Xia Ling calmly, Wang Jia sipped his coffee and was deep in thought.

Xia Ling sat there, letting Wang Jia look at her.

Her current circle is too narrow, and Wang Jia is considered a wealthy person she knows. If he is not willing to lend her, then she can only give up the long-term cooperation and get a few credit cards first.

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

Probably because he thought she was interesting, after Wang Jia sized up Xia Ling, his eyes flickered, and he agreed.

"It's fine to borrow money, but you have to have a mortgage. Otherwise, why should I trust you. Xia Ling, what do you think you can give me as a mortgage?"

"I have nothing to mortgage." Xia Ling frowned and thought 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 Brother Wang will try it once."

To put it bluntly, she couldn't even tell Wang Jia how she would make money, and she didn't expect much from Wang Jia when she asked to meet her.

She doesn't cheat people, but it's a matter, it's a skill to get caught, and it's common to not get caught.

"Oh..." Wang Jia thought for a while, his eyes fell on Xia Ling, and after a pause, he also offered a condition, "That's how it is, I will lend you 100,000 yuan without interest, and you will pay for it for six months. If you return me here, it’s as if I’ve made friends with you. If you don’t have sex with me in six months, then you will be my girlfriend and let’s get married, how about it?”

"Married?" Xia Ling suspected that he had heard wrong.

With Wang Jia's conditions, he would be pursued by anyone he wanted to marry.

Although he is a bit older, he is not more than ten years old, and he is not an old man who cannot marry a wife. How could he say that?

"Well, I like your eyes."

Wang Jia likes Audrey Hepburn the most. He has many treasured Hepburn movies at home, which were bought at a high price just because of his appreciation and love for Hepburn.

As for Xia Ling, some of her charms really resemble Hepburn.

A pair of eyes are black and white, but the expression is straightforward and stubborn...

Xia Ling was stunned for a moment, never expecting that Wang Jia would propose such a condition.

Getting married... Xia Ling never thought about it.

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

Wang Jia took a fancy to her face, but if he knew that she was pregnant with Pei Luo's child and was about to give birth, would he still be willing to marry her? Willing to be a cheap father for Pei Luo's son?

Xia Ling hesitated.

"I can't marry you, I have a child in my stomach." She shook her head and said to Wang Jia, paused, and then said, "I can't cheat you, but, I can only promise to lend me money and marry me If you cooperate, Brother Wang will never lose money."

Having said so much, Wang Jia stared at her flat stomach again and again, why didn't he understand that Xia Ling was pregnant with 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 the money, and the business was quickly processed, and there was an extra 100,000 yuan on Xia Ling's card.

"Thank you, Brother Wang." Xia Ling said sincerely.

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

He has never done such a no-guaranteed deal, but, give it a try, maybe he can get a surprise?

Xia Ling didn't say any more, just separated from Wang Jia, and prepared to go to a nearby Internet cafe.

In the face of facts, all words are pale and powerless.

She will prove herself to Wang Jia.

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After arriving at the Internet cafe and surfing the Internet, Xia Ling opened the search engine and stared at the search page for a long time.

When she recovered, she had already entered the word 'Xia Ling'.

Simply hit enter, and Xia Ling found himself in his previous life in five or six Xia Lings in the encyclopedia.

She was reborn a year after her death.

On the website encyclopedia, the girl named Xia Ling wore a bachelor's cap and died last year. The photo was gray and she had a sweet smile.

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

child? She has a child with him?

Xia Ling was in a daze, only feeling mocked, and smiled coldly.

She clicked on Pei Qinyuan's encyclopedia.

Clicking in, she saw that his marriage history stated that he was widowed a year ago. His spouse's name was Xia Ling. He was the administrative assistant of Pei's family before his death. Later, he worked as a full-time noble wife at home and had a good relationship with Pei Yuan.

Pei Siling...Xia Ling couldn't help but searched for this name, but couldn't find the child, only a photo of Pei Yuan attending her funeral.

Holding a black umbrella, the man walked among the foggy and rainy cemetery. He looked gloomy and thinner, and the clothes on his body seemed to be empty.

I don't know if it's Xia Ling's illusion, but through that photo, she seems to be able to see Pei Yuan walking dead, dumb and desperate...

I felt a little happy, but also a little out of breath.

He obviously felt something about Pei Yuan, but the pain left in his heart made Xia Ling breathless.

She settled down, and after a while, she finally calmed down.

She typed in the address to open a website, and she skillfully went to the stock market forum. After half an hour, she first learned about the trend of the international heavy metal stock market during the year she was absent.