How can the president be fierce

Chapter 390 Huan'er, since I saved you today, you should shed some blood.

What Xia Huan hated the most was the smell of cigarettes, and she was coughing repeatedly from choking, her face turned pale with anger: "Old vixen, don't bully me too much!! If it wasn't for your brother, would I have suffered like this today? !"

Qing Xiaomo had already sat down on the sofa far away, supporting her belly.

Shaking his head inwardly, the Buddha of Xishang seems to be soft rather than hard, and no matter how he calculates her Xia family's property, it is true that he just saved their life.

Can't you just say a few words of kindness?Or it's time to untie the tape like her and sit comfortably on the sofa to eat grapes.

I really don't know how to be flexible, and I have been in the entertainment industry for so many years, and I don't have a human level at all!
But in fact, Xia Huan is not without the standard of judging people. She also knows that Xishang takes soft but not tough, but she should not give in to this old fox like him!
There is a kind of backbone called starving to death and refusing to eat the food that comes, so she doesn't need him to cry like a cat and a mouse and pretend to be merciful!
Xishang played with the cigarette between his fingers. His appearance is actually very good, but compared with his appearance, his overly sharp and restrained aura attracts more attention.

"At the beginning, I saved your Xia family's group for you and asked for 70.00% of your shares. I haven't got the shares all these years, but I have to take care of all the affairs of the group for you unconditionally. One life... the 70.00% is probably about to go up."

Qing Xiaomo silently spit out a few grape seeds.

Profiteer!

What a profiteer!

Thinking about how many times Liang Mu saved her and helped her secretly before and after his death, he never asked her for a penny, and of course, she didn't either.

It turns out that there are benefits to not having money, at least you don't have to worry about whether someone will miss your money, that feeling must be very uncomfortable.

Xia Huan had just brushed shoulders with the god of death, and met the old vixen she called to take advantage of the fire, and began to regret it. If I knew it, I would have gone to that cosmetics conference today.

It was really bad luck for eight lifetimes.

She stared at him coldly, the contempt and contempt at the corners of her brows and eyes were obvious: "How much do you want?"

The man's slender fingers lifted her delicate chin, and his thin lips curved slightly: "Twenty percent of your life shouldn't be too much."

Qing Xiaomo was inadvertently frightened, a plump grape slid down her throat.

twenty percent.

How much did Liang Musheng say that the 70.00% of the shares he wanted were worth?Oh, yes, it is no less than 3 million US dollars.

Calculated in RMB, that is 20 billion RMB.

Then these 20 percentage points are still hundreds of millions.

Too ruthless, too ruthless, once we met, Xia Huan and his younger brother Xihe still had such an unclear relationship, so at least he would give him a discount.

Xia Huan immediately snorted: "Go ahead and live your spring and autumn dreams! Why don't you just leave the remaining 30.00%? You're going to die! Old vixen!"

The expression on Xishang's face quickly faded, and he slowly leaned back in his chair, squinting his eyes and smoking a cigarette: "Huan'er, you have known me for a long time, you should know that I never do business at a loss, today I Since I saved you, you should bleed some blood."

His voice was deep and magnetic, and he was clearly talking about serious things, but when he called Xia Huan's name happily, Qing Xiaomo always felt an indescribable intimacy.

(End of this chapter)