"Boss Jin, your daughter is black and thin. She got pregnant and had an abortion in her sophomore year of high school. It was well known in the whole school and was expelled by the students' parents. This quality... Tut, 50000 yuan can't be more!"

"Misinformation, it's all misinformation! Master Ling, look, I have a virginity certificate here! I've just turned 18, and it's definitely worth 200000!"

"Sixty thousand!"

"At least 80000!"

"Well, 80000 is 80000. Transfer now."

So Jiang Mengxian was sold to Lingyun by her father Jin Kai for 80000 yuan.

Ling Yun said that she ordered Ke Jin's family and knew that an old bachelor might be able to suppress her bad luck. She simply acted as an intermediary to make a match.

Ling Yun is praised as "the first metaphysical master in the imperial capital". Even if he says that shit is fragrant, no one doubts it.

Jiang Mengxian stood alone with a dirty old suitcase and an old dress hanging her head.

Holding a "virginity certificate" that can prove her innocence, the whole person is empty and numb.

It is said that her husband's life is hard. All her family members are dead. Whoever gets involved is unlucky. She complements her mother who was born, her grandmother who was ten years old, and her father who was eighteen years old, who has never met before and almost went bankrupt.

Jiang Mengxian weakly imagined her future husband's appearance. The Mediterranean, garlic nose and fat ears would be perfect if she had another standard beer belly.

It sounds like you're a little old.

40? Too young, at least 50.

Ling Yun, in a suit and shoes, is in two painting styles with her. He opens a delicate little black umbrella to shade himself.

He said to her, "although your husband is a little older, he looks good and is still a virgin."

And told her: "remember to be good later and take the initiative to call your husband."

Jiang Mengxian had an ominous premonition. She was sweating with heat. Suddenly she felt cold and shivered.

Just after a shiver, a mirror smooth Maybach sports car came at a speed of 100 yards.

And slammed into the parking space in front of them.

The cab door was opened first, a long thigh stretched out, a pair of black cold leather shoes fell steadily on the ground, and a man in suit and shoes came down.

Jiang Mengxian looked up along her long legs. Is this her old husband?

Jiang Mengxian was so scared that her legs and stomach softened. She felt that she should be good and take the initiative to avoid suffering at her husband's house in the future. Therefore, she summoned up her courage, took two steps forward and took the initiative to say, "old -"

Before the word "Gong" came out, her "husband" turned coldly and respectfully opened the back door of Maybach.

From the back seat, another suit pants came out, which was more slender than her husband's big legs.

A man in a snow-white shirt got out of the car. A thin layer of summer clothes couldn't cover his perfectly proportioned body.

The handsome facial features are so handsome that even sunglasses can't cover them up.

The man looked at Jiang Mengxian from top to bottom and looked at him several times.

For the first time, there seemed to be a slight dislike. Jianmei frowned slightly. For the second time, he seemed to convince himself and press down the dislike.

When I looked at it for the third time, my eyebrows finally relaxed, and I liked it in my eyes.

He strode towards Jiang Mengxian, wrapped in a cold wind. Seeing Jiang Mengxian, his hand suddenly stretched out.

He grabbed Lingyun's black umbrella and put it on Jiang Mengxian's head. He covered the hot sun for her and brought her some shade.

He threw a cold look at Lingyun and finally opened his mouth:

"You're drying my wife!"

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