my billionaire ex-husband

Xiang Siyi laughed mockingly again: "Don't tell me, this is another special treatment for me, Xiang Siyi?"

"You don't have to thank me, you deserve it," he said, "after all, I have a responsibility to you."

"Thank you, I really can't bear your responsibility. Besides, I think a man is responsible for a woman, relying on his own ability." Xiang Siyi rolled his eyes at him, "Looking like you The rich second generation of money, playing with women and spending money everywhere, is really disdainful."

Although I didn't want to offend him, seeing his face made me really angry.

It is inevitable that I can't put on a good face and say good things. [

Feng Zihao seems to have gotten used to her cold and tough attitude. If he had roared with anger before, but now, he can actually say with a thin smile: "I have been taking over the Feng family since I was 16 years old. Some companies under the name of the industry. I don’t spend my family’s money, and of course, I won’t use my family’s money to raise women outside.”

He actually started to take over the company at the age of 16, working while attending classes?

"What's there to be proud of? In fact, it's not indirectly dependent on your family."

"..."

"If you have the skills, you can start your own business and make money!"

"I have my own company..." Feng Zihao stared at her closely and said, "It was established without any help from the family."

"I'll believe what you say? Get out of the way, I'm going out."

"If you are interested, I can take you to my company tomorrow to have a look."

Xiang Siyi finally looked at him squarely, without the contempt before.

For a man, his career is the best proof of his ability.First of all, he must have the capital to make money himself, and then he has the capital to spend money lavishly outside.

"Thank you, I'm not interested!" She pushed his arm, "Let go, let me go out."

What did he keep her here for?Do you want her to help him take a bath? !

Feng Zihao slightly raised his eyebrows and asked, "Is there any change of clothes for me?"

"No. I don't have any clothes at home for you to wear."

"Your father's is fine too." He has a slight obsession with cleanliness and usually doesn't touch other people's things, let alone clothes worn by others.But the clothes on his body were full of sweat, and he couldn't bear it.

"No, I don't have any men's clothes in my house." Xiang Siyi said coldly.

Feng Zihao was taken aback for a moment, as if he just remembered something.