Author: Purple Peony MACHINE TRANSLATION
Shen Biqiongâs tightly knitted brows only relaxed after receiving his guarantee.
âThatâs good, â she said.
She came in a hurry, but she also left in a hurry.
After leaving Jing Garden, Shen biqiong returned to her residence. The bodyguards who had been staying in Jiang city all this time returned and reported the recent situation to her. She only listened and didnât say anything. /
At night, in the restaurant.
An nuan sat there and played a game. She raised her wrist to look at the time.
âBrother Ting, are you still coming? â An Nuan sent a voice message and asked.
She felt that it was very strange. It was almost ten oâclock. Qiao zhenting asked her out and said that he had something important to talk about. Because of this, she ran over and sat there for almost half an hour without seeing anyone.
âYou are? â Nan Feng walked over with a rose in his hand.
Staring at the seat where she was sitting and the table number, he stared at her with a strange expression. He stretched out his hand and rubbed it hard as he asked, âyou want to go on a blind date with me. The woman who has a crush on me for a long time and wants to marry me? â
âBah. â An nuan immediately spat when she heard this.
She forcefully pushed his hand away and Meng stood up. âWho wants to go on a blind date with you? Who has a crush on you? Who wants to marry you? â
âYou, â said Nan Feng.
He pointed at the number on the table and then looked at the person Qiao zhenting had told him was wearing clothes. He looked around the entire restaurant. Other than the color of her clothes, there was no one else.
âStop Being Narcissistic, okay? I have a crush on you? Dream on. â An Nuan was so angry that her chest hurt.
Previously, when Qiao zhenting had said that he would introduce her to someone, she had been looking forward to it. Unexpectedly, it was her sworn enemy. This was something she could not tolerate.
Nan Feng Sat opposite her and watched as she was about to leave. He said, âyou should just run away. You donât deserve a handsome guy like me. â
âF * CK. â An Nuan was so angry that she turned around and sat down. She picked up her cup of tea and drank it. She glared at him and said, âyou? Do you think I like you? You look poor. â
She sat up straight and stared at Nan Feng. She asked, âyour height? â
â180 cm. â
âYour salary, â she asked.
Nan Feng did not know how to answer her question. He did not seem to have received any salary. He had been swiping Qiao Hanyeâs card, and he did not look at the balance in the card.
âNo, â Nan Feng said.
An Nuan was immediately happy when she heard this. She finally found a chance to attack him.
âI can tell at a glance that youâre a good-for-nothing delinquent, right? You donât have any income, yet youâre still wandering around. Arenât you shameless? â An Nuan said and immediately ordered the dishes. She even deliberately said, âtonight, Iâll treat you. You can eat as much as you want. â
Nan Feng looked at her happy expression and felt depressed.
âIâm poor, are you very happy? â He asked.
Thinking of the Aunty pants she bought for him, Nan Feng felt sad for a long time.
âHaha, Iâm very happy, â an Nuan said excitedly. She finally had a chance to prove that she was richer than him. If she couldnât reach his height, then her income would crush him to death.
Thinking of this, she felt a wave of pride.
Following he lanjin was indeed promising.
âHow much do you earn? â Nan Feng was curious.
An nuan looked at him warily and said, âWhat do you want? I earn a high income and donât support Gigolos. Besides, I donât fancy you either. After we finish eating, weâll go back to our own homes and look for our own mothers. â
Nan Feng listened and took out his phone to send a message to Han Beicheng, âhow much do I earn? â
âYou ask for a month? â Han Beicheng replied.
âYes. â Nan Feng stared at the screen gloomily and realized that Han Beicheng didnât reply. Could it be that he was really a lazy man
While he was struggling, he saw the screen light up.
Han Beicheng sent a message and said, âabout a few million. â
Seeing a few million, Nan Feng was sad. Why didnât he take any money?
âwhere is the money? â Nan Feng immediately asked.