MTL - The Overbearing Chief Husband’s Favorite: Baby-Chapter 22 100 million, I buy you

"How, what's wrong?" Fang Chi Xia touched the tip of his nose and looked puzzled.

Luo Yi's north back slowly turned to her figure, staring at her face and looking at it, her eyes were deep.

Fang Chi Xia is beautiful without any doubt, fresh and bright, but what he did not expect is that she can bring trouble to herself because of her appearance.

Luo Yibei stared at her for a while, and the deep shackles made people unable to see what they thought.

"Follow in!" A moment of silence, dropped a sentence, turned into a VIP room in front.

Fang Chixia walked in with inertia and came to his side.

There were several young people in the room. When they saw Luo Yibei and saw her coming in at the same time, they all took the initiative to retreat.

Luo Yi went north into the house and sat down on the sofa. He took a piece of paper and a pen placed on the table next to him. He didn't know what he had written, and handed the paper to her. "Sign it. !"

"What?" Fang Chi Xia Yi, a coveted glance, swept to the agreement 100 million words.

"The agreement fee! 100 million, I will advance your expenses in all aspects of the next ten years, and quit the work here. This is my condition." It means that the wine is gently shaken at the tip of a glass of wine, and the gold is pulled out of the wallet. The card was handed to her, and he added a sentence, "Speaking well, calling for help, not good at listening, called..."

Looking at her face, he clearly spit out the last two words, "Bag. Raise!"

All the expressions on Fang Chi Xia’s face were first and foremost. Before that, he was grateful for the existence of his, and the squatting line plummeted into a negative number.

Fang Chi Xia has a feeling of being humiliated. He wants to pick up the card in his hand and lick it on his face. However, the impulse is impulsive.

The fingertips licked the meat of the palm of her hand, and she refused. "Sorry, I don't sell."

"Miss Fang is better to think clearly and answer, don't want to be 18 years old, but also say eight years old!" Luo Yibei is like a ridiculous joke, and the lips are ironic.

Fang Chixia’s words now, in his opinion, are naive!

I don't mention how much the number he has issued. She can't even flatten Fang Rong's step by step.

Obviously there is no choice, what else can you?

Fang Chi Xia actually understood it in his heart, but he did not want to follow his wishes.

She has no money, she is a poor student, but the poor are also dignified!

Even if she has nowhere to go, she will not sell herself!

If dignity does not belong to herself, what is she left?

"Why do you want to do this?" She looked at him quietly, and she was puzzled.

Luo Yibei looked faintly on the necklace worn on her neck, and flashed a touch of Huaguang in the sputum. However, the words she said were thin and faint. "I said before, what I touched. I don't like being touched by other people, I will be dirty!"

Fang Chi Xia does not know his identity, but he thinks his words are ridiculous.

The corner of her lips twitched, and she asked, "Is it dirty, is it related to you?"

He is not her, who took him to dislike her?

Luo Yibei’s nephew sank, and he played the glass in his hand, his face slowly lifted up, and the cold-eyed knife slid on her face, and the skin on his face was sharp and hot. The footsteps uncomfortably went back two steps.