The little wife of the demon president

Chapter 670
Ji Xiaobei came back with a smug smile, ignored the angry car owners behind him, got into the car and drove fast.

When I arrived at the community, I drove in. I got in the car without waiting for him. He took his mobile phone and came up cheerfully, and then played there.

Later, when he went to take a shower, I secretly took a look at it. Ji Xiaobei took several photos on his phone and used it as a screen. He thought he was a star.

Pouring a glass of wine and standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling windows watching the Wanjia lights.

I stood in front of the French window and smiled at him: "Ji Xiaobei, you can support me."

"Did I hear you right?" He raised his eyebrows and looked at me.

I smiled and nodded: "You heard me right, you can support me and give me some money every month."

Our relationship, don't be too innocent, it's good that many things are dirty, and there will never be sloppy talk, let alone feelings.

Ji Xiaobei couldn't believe it, as if he couldn't believe what I said.

After all, I once said him mockingly.

"Okay." He answered politely.

At four o'clock in the morning, I couldn't sleep again.

He glanced at me and put out the cigarette on the bedside: "Smoking too much is bad for your health."

"Ji Xiaobei, pick me up from get off work tomorrow."

"Look at the time."

"I'm starting to regret it a bit, you support me, don't you do something for me?"

He dragged and said: "Only women have always done things for me, who dares to let me do things for them."

"Be careful, I'll find another benefactor." I said lazily and slid down to lie down.

He hugged my waist tightly: "Go to sleep, it will be dawn in a while, I have a messy meeting tomorrow, and you have to go to work."

"From today onwards, it doesn't matter whether you come back or not, it doesn't matter whether you have a woman outside, but you have to give me one hundred thousand a month, which is the price of supporting me."

He pulled the quilt and covered my face angrily: "Why are you so talkative and still not sleeping, did you not clean up enough for you?"

What is fierce, it is better to say something clearly first.

When I woke up, he was no longer there. Being a lover is different from being a servant. I didn't wake me up in the morning to squeeze toothpaste for him.

I put a card on the bedside table, and I called to check it immediately, but there were as many as 700 million in it.

One hundred thousand a month, how many years does he want to keep me?
Ji Xiaobei, I really can't fathom his thoughts.

The huge sum of 700 million yuan, I used to not pay attention to it, but now I think I may not be able to spend so much money in my whole life.

Sitting on the long-distance bus, the scenery outside passed by in a flash, the peach blossoms were in bud, and began to show their fragrance and beauty timidly in the cold spring.

After a three-hour drive, I was still very tired.After getting out of the car and going around a few more times, dust was already appearing in front of the dilapidated small courtyard.

It was still and quiet, but it still couldn't stop the trees from fluffing and greening.I took a deep breath: "Yan'er, are you there?"

"Yes." The voice was light and cold, as usual.

The wooden door opened, and the delicate little face looked at me, with a lot of hatred in those clear eyes.

"It's Chihiro." A weak female voice came from inside.

I answered: "Yes."

"Yan'er." The female voice drew long.

So the little girl facing me said lightly: "Come in!"

"Yan'er, go get some water, your sister is thirsty after sitting in the car for so long."

"She's not my sister. Will my sister bump you into this? Everyone has their mother to lead them to school, but you won't be able to get up for the rest of your life. You can only lie down for the rest of your life."

Yan'er is ten years old, still a child, but only a child can remember love and hate so vividly.

I stood in the room and put the luggage bag I brought aside: "Aunt Mei, there are 100 million here, go and check it out, and install a prosthesis."

Without saying much else, he sat down and put on the beads neatly.

"Where did you get the money?" Aunt Mei asked me calmly while wearing beads.

"I borrowed it from a friend."

"You go back, no matter how late it is, the bus to Beijing will stop here."

"it does not matter."

"Go back, I don't feel well with you here."

I put down the beads and let out a long sigh.

Yan'er sat on a chair and counted the money I brought, holding a hundred-yuan bill and said, "Mom, could these be fake?"

(End of this chapter)