Doctor Jiang’s Beloved Sweetheart

The others shook their heads, and at the same time cast ridiculous glances at Yannian.

The big guys seem to think she has a bad head.

Where can anyone raise their prices these days?

Yan Nian's face is dusty, still not giving up the final struggle, "I am rich, I am the boss, my husband is Jiang Beiyuan, I can definitely get 10 million, I—"

She admitted that she was delaying time.

As long as she can delay a little bit, she will not give up.

The man in the suit seemed to see through her intentions and didn't look at her.

She should not know that for everyone here, as long as they enter the desire, there is no status.

Regardless of whether you are from a business circle, an entertainment circle, or have no status, as long as you have enough money, that's it.

There are only money transactions here.

"Thirteen million three--"

"One hundred million."

An extremely clear voice suddenly sounded from the door.

It was as if the gods descended, with the pure voice of Ji Feng, uttered in the slightest.

Yan Nian looked up suddenly.

This man is against the light.

The figure is vacant.

But he is tall, slender, and he walks vigorously.

Although it was just a vague outline, the tears of Yannian still flowed out in the next second.

She sniffed quickly and suffocated the remaining tears.

Don't dare to blink.

I'm afraid this is a dream.

I'm afraid I can't see this person clearly.

He approached.

From the light outside into the darkness here.

From fuzzy to clear.

From the backlight to the moon.

Jiang Beiyuan.

At this moment, the heart settled down like never before.

It's never been so stable.

Yannian took a deep breath, then let it out again.

No one can see, no sound can be heard, he is the only one in his eyes at the moment.

His deep facial features, angular cheeks, tall and well-proportioned figure, and extraordinary bearing are better than all the greasy men with fat heads and big ears here.

He walked towards her.

Take off the coat on her body and put it on her shoulders.

"Brother Jiang Ting..."

"I'm late."

Touched her head and fastened her buttons in front of her, one after another.

Yannian looked at him.

Obviously still that face.

But I felt that he seemed to be different.

Can't tell for a while.

Just stare at him blankly.

"It's okay, boy, your husband said he would give you 100 million."

I kissed her on the forehead, then turned around.

Jiang Beiyuan stood in front of Yannian, like a standing city, high up, his long eyebrows raised lightly, and his posture was so arrogant that he looked around.

"One billion, who would dare to **** me?"

"..."

The presence was chilling.

The fat man who had only paid out 10 million is now faint.

In fact, ten million is more than enough.

After all, in the eyes of this group of men, Yannian is just a plaything, no one would be foolish to buy a woman who has nothing to do with them for a hundred million, unless she is really beautiful, or she loves her very much.

But after vomiting, many people think she is not a god.

In their eyes, Tianxian is a perfect woman, who will not spit out filth.

Seeing no one spoke, Jiang Beiyuan looked at the man in the suit lightly.

"I want this woman."

"Good sir." The man in the suit formulated.

Jiang Beiyuan untied the rope on Yannian's body, watching her white skin was strangled with a red mark, and her chest was painful.

He picked her up horizontally.

"Wait sir." The man in the suit opened his mouth again, looking at Jiang Beiyuan, who was hanging in the cold.