First Lady

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Ming Ye frowned, and scanned the card, there were three black lines on his forehead, why did he ask him in front of a woman, he came to 'settle accounts' with him with a card that had not been used for hundreds of years.

Chu Qiao caught a glimpse of Ming Ye's gloomy face, fearing that he would lose his temper, picked up the card on the ground, and helped to explain:

"Ma'am, you froze this card yourself, and it has been used for a long time, regardless of... the young master's business."

When Lan Shan heard this, she couldn't bear to lose face, her ears felt hot.How could she have imagined that this card would no longer work. [

She cleared her throat, looking like she was playing tricks to the end, today she came to ask for money, if she doesn't give money, she won't leave.

"I... I still don't remember where the money is. I almost looked through the mouse hole and only found this card."

After speaking, he stood in front of Ming Ye, stretched out his right hand, and said quite confidently, "Give me the money."

I don't feel guilty at all, I feel guilty for wronging Ming Ye just now.

That is, like a wife asking her husband for money, or like a daughter begging her father for pocket money, she doesn't feel embarrassed at all.

Everyone in the room was too scared to breathe. No one has ever seen someone dare to speak to Ming Ye like that.

Chu Qiao wiped the cold sweat off his brow. He had seen children begging their parents for money, but now it was the first time he saw his stepmother begging for money from his son. He silently prayed for Lanshan in his heart.

Ming Ye's face is clear and cold, with long and narrow eyes, as deep as a deep pool, invisible to the bottom, it seems to contain all the emotions in the world, and it seems to be just black, nothing, you can't see anger, and you can't see joy .He just stared at the decline.

Lan Shan thought that he didn't intend to give it to him, so she was a little anxious, so she simply threw the bag in her hand on Ming Ye.

"Hey...whether you will give it tomorrow night, let me tell you whether you will give it to me today, I...I will never finish with you."

It's every woman's innate ability to play tricks.

Lan Shan is going all out now, she has spoken up anyway, it would be too shameful not to scrape some oil from him.

Lan Shan didn't know that in Ming Ye's eyes at this moment, her swollen appearance actually carried an inexplicable coquettishness, like a little daughter pampered and spoiled by her father, and she had a different style. . . . .