Han Jiaren dressed very beautifully tonight for some reason. To be precise, she dressed too fashionable, almost like a bar girl.

I don’t know if my hair has been dyed or wigs, and it turned golden, with big waves of blonde hair spreading behind my head. I looked at her face again, with thick red eyeshadows, and her lips were painted into charming purple. The gorgeous heavy makeup made her face extremely charming.

Compared to wearing heavy makeup, Han Jiaren's clothes were also extremely abrupt. In such a cold day, she only wore a dazzling blue-colored dress, with slender white legs naked, a pair of light yellow small socks with white lace, and white flat-heeled casual shoes, which made her look like she had become a living person. If Song Zhichao hadn't been familiar with her, she would probably not have recognized her when she looked so far away.

Seeing Han Jiaren's appearance, Song Zhichao couldn't help scratching his head, wondering why this girl was so angry about dressing up.

"Hey, you are now developed, so you don't recognize me as your father, right? You don't think about who used to spend money to support you in school. It's harder to ask you for some money than to be a genius!" Just as Song Zhichao looked at Han Jiaren, the middle-aged man began to curse at Han Jiaren, and his speech became more vulgar and more unpleasant.

Song Zhichao quickly understood that this man was probably Han Jiaren's father who was said to have run away with usury. The last time Han Jiaren was collected was the debt, it was the old guy who did this evil.

Now, the old guy didn't know where to find out Han Jiaren's residence. Because he lost all the money for gambling, he ran over and asked his daughter for money.

Han Jiaren is not a banker, and she has already paid him back a little money last time, so she really doesn't want to help him a little more.

The old guy caught his daughter and scolded her, and prepared to turn over Han Jiaren's shoulder bag.

Seeing the father and daughter making noise on the street and the sound became louder and louder, Song Zhichao didn't care about watching the fun, so he stepped forward and squirted and said, "Two, if you have something to say, you can easily affect your neighbors' quarrels like this!"

Han Jiaren's father suddenly heard the voice and was startled. When he turned around and saw Song Zhichao's appearance, he thought he was just a drunk, so he shouted: "If you drink too much, get out of the way! We father and daughter have something to discuss!" After that, he reached out to pull Han Jiaren's bag, "You said you don't have money, let me see before talking!"

"Let go! Let go!" Han Jiaren didn't expect that Song Zhichao would suddenly appear. When she was surprised, her father snatched her first.

"Ha, I still said there was no money? What is this money?" Han Jiaren's father opened his bag and saw a stack of banknotes. He snatched it and held it in his hand and said.

"This is my signing fee, you can't take it away!"

"Get out! What does it mean to not take it away? Even I gave birth to you, what's the point of taking you some money!" Han Jiaren's father took away the money and pushed Han Jiaren away with him.

Just when Han Jiaren's father took the money and was about to run away, someone grabbed his wrist.

"Oh, it hurts! Let go! Let go!" Han Jiaren's father grinned in pain, and then he saw clearly when another person appeared. He was tall and big, and he was obviously not a good person.

Needless to say, this person is Song Zhichao's personal driver and bodyguard Quan Wulie.

"Wu Lie, let go!" Song Zhichao had no time to take care of other people's family affairs. Just now, Quan Wu Lie thought that he had also seen this person insulting him, so he took action.

When Quan Wulie heard this, he snorted coldly and let go.

Han Jiaren took the opportunity to step forward, snatched the stack of money, and said to her father: "You are not qualified to be my father! You are gambled badly, you are inhumane! You use your mother's medical money to gamble, you use my tuition fee to gamble! What qualifications do you have to be my father?"

Han Jiaren's father was scolded by his daughter and wanted to refute it, but he was speechless. In addition, he was also afraid that Song Zhichao would take action again, so he immediately became a little cowardly, so he pointed at Han Jiaren's nose and said, "Okay, okay! You are so good, even I dare to bully - an unfilial daughter, I see how you are struck by lightning in the future..." After that, he turned around angrily and left in disappointment.

...

Seeing that Song Zhichao knew about the matter, he was about to turn around when he saw Han Jiaren suddenly squatting on the ground and crying loudly. The crying was loud and desolate.

"Sir, President..." Quan Wulie looked at Song Zhichao.

Song Zhichao waved his hand at him: "You go back and rest, I'll deal with it here!"

Quan Wulie bowed respectfully to Song Zhichao. He also knew some of the "ambiguity" and "entanglement" between President Song and this little beauty, and knew that it would be better to avoid it at this time.

Seeing Quan Wulie leaving, Song Zhichao squatted down and looked at Han Jiaren who was crying bitterly. He took out a snow-white tissue from his pocket and handed it over and said, "Stop crying, wipe it, your makeup is so terrible."

Han Jiaren took the tissue and cried loudly while wiping it hard. Soon the tissue was no longer usable.

"Are there any tissue?" Han Jiaren asked crying.

Helplessly, Song Zhichao had to hand over all the tissues in his pocket.

After crying for a while, Han Jiaren seemed to be feeling a little better. She raised her head, looked at Song Zhichao with red eyes and asked, "Am I very embarrassed?"

Song Zhichao looked at her and nodded.

"Your eyeshadow is completely exhausted, like a panda; and your lips, uh, purple lipstick are all over your nose..."

Han Jiaren: “…”

With a moan, he hurriedly covered his face.

I hate it! I hate it so much! How could I show my ugliest side to this guy?

Han Jiaren has the desire to die.

In fact, she didn't even know why she cared about this so much, especially in front of Song Zhichao - don't she hate him very much?

Song Zhichao: "But what do you do with such heavy makeup? It's not suitable for you. And your hair..."

Before Song Zhichao finished speaking, Han Jiaren stretched out her hand and took off her golden hair condom and said, "I went to audition today. The director said that my image is very good and was going to give me a role, who belongs to the kind of surname, and take the Marilyn Monroe route..."

Song Zhichao frowned: "Are you sure this director is a good director?"

"What do you mean?"

"If you are a good director, you should understand that your temperament and face are most suitable for the pure route, not the last name route..."

"Director Park will not lie to me. He said that this role has room for performance, and said that my acting skills are great. I asked me to try to dress like this and go to the crew for a formal audition tomorrow - by the way, he also gave me a signing fee of more than two million!" Han Jiaren said proudly with her pretty face raised.

"More than two million? Uh, what do you mean is that you can pay me back?"

Han Jiaren: “…”
Chapter completed!