The Devil Strikes: Sweetheart, Addicted

Chapter 872 What you say is what it is

"Forcibly, [-] million." Yan Yifan patted Rong Yuan's shoulder: "Your actions in the past few days have caused my business to lose nearly [-] million. If you pay me [-] million, it means that I have not made any money. For the information fee, give me [-] million, and it will be regarded as the information fee, how about it?"

"Hehe, it's not good." Rong Yuan patted Yan Yifan's hand off, and was about to go back to the garden.

His money is naturally reserved for the dog's medical treatment. If he has no money, what will happen to the dog's illness?
Another [-] million?In broad daylight, stop dreaming.

"Hello!" Yan Yifan called out to Rong Yuan, seeing that he had no intention of stopping at all, he had no choice but to follow.

In the garden, the housekeeper kept watch over Ye Ran. Seeing Rong Yuan's return, the housekeeper nodded respectfully: "Sir, Mr. Yan."

Yan Yifan squinted his eyes, looked at the dark blue tent, and clicked his tongue twice: "Then let's go to [-] million, for the sake of your son of a bitch."

"Shut up." Rong Yuan turned his head and stared, "Only I can call this, so shut up!"

Yan Yifan shrugged, and sat on the chair with Rong Yuan.

"My organization, after all, has lost contact. They all thought I was dead. Who knew that I changed my face and became another person?" Yan Yifan continued with a smile: "This news is from an old friend. I know, it seems that the other party found someone from the organization and wants to cooperate. They are going to transport the remaining drugs to other countries, and they have suffered a loss in country Z, so the only thing left is to send The manpower is well protected, so I found an organization, and the people in the organization have rankings on the ranking list. I was ranked first, and the amount of money to hire me is at least this amount..."

Yan Yifan extended five fingers towards Rong Yuan.

"50?"

Yan Yifan: "..."

Rong Yuan sneered: "Don't talk so much nonsense, if you still want to get [-] million, just tell me quickly."

Yan Yifan sighed, "You are getting less and less fun..."

After he told Rong Yuan the news he had received, he left. Rong Yuan didn't send him off, but went straight to the tent and sat next to Ye Ran.

There is already a prototype on the drawing board, and Yeran is painting now, and his concentrated appearance makes Rong Yuan a little tempted.

If only one day, the son of a bitch can concentrate so much and only look at him...

"When will the painting be finished?"

"Impatient?" Ye Ran asked.

"For you, I seem to have endless patience." Rong Yuan gently wrapped his arms around Yeran's waist, and leaned against him tightly, "I will be very busy these days, listen to the butler, and I will be there anytime Find out about the situation with the housekeeper, son of a bitch, take care of yourself for me and yourself, you know?"

Speaking, Rong Yuan couldn't help kissing Ye Ran's cheek, and suddenly chuckled: "I take back what I said before, I still think it's better for your cheeks to be white and tender."

The paintbrush in Yeran's hand paused, he turned his head, looked at Rong Yuan, and suddenly leaned over, rubbed the stubble on his chin with his nose, with a calm expression: "You should go and clean up the stubble. , a bit annoying."

After a moment of sluggishness, Rong Yuan suddenly laughed heartily.

"Okay! Okay! I listen to you! Whatever you say is what you say!" Rong Yuan quickly got up, left the garden quickly, and went upstairs to clean up the stubble.

This is the first time that the pup has made an intimate move towards him, as if his heart is about to fly out, he can't hold it back at all!
(End of this chapter)