Dark husband, come to the bowl

Nangong Junyu was rude again. He thought to himself, "if you treat me as a friend, help me find someone to borrow the 500 million yuan. If I am responsible for everything, I will go back to w City tonight."

"How do you come back?"

"My friend's private jet back."

"If you can, why didn't you come back before?

"It's not my mother who threatened me with money. Now everything has happened. Who cares about my mother? You'll pick me up later." With that, Nangong hung up.

He called the head of the princess's bodyguard and told her where she was. Then he hung up, called a taxi and drove to his friend's house

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town.

If the two sons and daughters of the Qian family are the most powerful, it is absolutely the ability to survive.

At the gate of the only high school in the small town, business is very hot at a small stall. This is a roadside noodle stand. The sound of a spatula touching a big pot, together with a girl's cry, has become a scene at the gate of the school these days.

"Daddy, two fried fans." The girl's voice is very clear.

"Good." The middle-aged man responded, fire, oil, a series of actions at one go.

A few minutes later, two hot fried fans were ready. The girl in a simple skirt quickly packed the fans and handed them to the waiting high school students.

"Daddy, business is good today." Qian Manman's eyes became crescent moon with a smile, and he counted the money as he spoke.

"Your father is a good craftsman!" Qian Jinlu took the towel and wiped his sweat.

"And of course I do business." Qian Manman boasted and handed a bottle of mineral water to Qian Jinlu.

Qian Jinlu took it and took a big drink. He looked at Qian Manman, who was also sweating. He was also uncomfortable and sighed: "Manman, let you suffer with me."

"How can it be? I feel very happy." Qian Manman wiped his sweat and looked at Qian Jinlu: "I feel miserable when I have money. It seems that I don't have the life to be a rich man. Haha..."

"Daughter, you silly daughter." Qian Jinlu looks at his daughter painfully.

"You silly old man." Qian Manman responded.

With that, they smile at each other and sit on a small stool, waiting for the next business.