Flash Marriage Game: The First Lady of the Wealthy

She froze for a moment, then her eyes widened.

This handsome, talented man is someone else's driver?

What a pity. . .

She pursed her lips and sighed lightly.

Those who can live here are rich people.

These days, how many rich and powerful men are good-looking?

Most of them are fat-headed and big-eared, the type that makes people feel unappetizing.

Although Yang Shaojie is a playboy, at least he looks passable.

Much better than the other men she hooked up with on a daily basis.

That's why she knew that Yang Shaojie was just playing with her, or with Yang Shaojie.

For a down-and-out daughter like them, even if they were once beautiful, so what?

Once the situation falls, who can afford it?

In the past, she still had the capital to be proud, the capital to not take men seriously. . .

Now, as long as who can give her money, who can make her live a prosperous life, so what if she looks fat and big?So what if she is older than her father?

Man? . .

Turn off the lights at night, close your eyes, anyway, that's all, bear with it and pass.

Although she didn't have much hope for the people in the car, she couldn't help but craned her neck to look.

A man got out of the car.

He was tall, at least five centimeters taller than the man she had seen before.

He is slender and wears a very ordinary silver-gray suit.

There is no exaggeration and flashy design.

But a discerning eye can tell at a glance that a seemingly ordinary suit has actually put a lot of thought into it.

If it is not custom-made by a special person, you will not be able to buy such suitable clothes.

What made her dumbfounded was that the man was actually wearing a golden mask on his face.

Although I can't see what he looks like, he still looks like a very beautiful man.

His temperament is noble and elegant, and his dark green eyes exude infinite charm.

The golden mask not only did not reduce his charm, but added a lot of mystery to him, making people want to find out.

Her breathing became rapid.

The heartbeat suddenly accelerated, pounding, beating violently, as if it was about to pop out of her chest.

It was the first time Tong Mengqi had such a strong feeling after seeing a person of the opposite sex.

She stretched out her hand to hold her chest, and stared blankly at the man walking towards her, her heart was beating wildly, and she almost couldn't even breathe.

She was standing at the door, and the man passed by her. She smelled a nice fragrance, which was completely different from the cologne scent on the men she knew.

The man didn't seem to see her at all. From the beginning to the end, she stood at the door like a living person, and he didn't even take a second look.

It was his driver who came up to him and said a few words to him, so he raised his eyebrows, stopped, turned around, and gave her an emotionless look, with a clear and cold voice, "Are you Tong Caiwei's sister?"

He is talking to himself?

Tong Mengqi's breathing became short of breath, and she was a little overwhelmed with excitement, "I...I am...you...who are you?"

She is Tong Caiwei's sister?

After confirming Tong Mengqi's identity, Ye Fan finally took a direct look at her, sized her up a bit, frowned, and said calmly, "Ah Liang, take her in."

After speaking, he turned around and walked in.

Ye Fan's driver walked up to Tong Mengqi and said with a slight smile, "You must be Miss Tong Mengqi."