One hundred and one hundred million yuan, this figure is not a small number for Ouyang Ruixi, but put on the body of Mu Duke, it is just like a hair of nine cows, so a handsome stroke of the gold pen on the cheque,'cry blood red face'came to Ouyang Ruixi's hands.

Fine fingertips caressed each faintly beating spiritual bead, as if she felt the soft warmth from her mother. When her fingertips touched the bloody jade, her heart felt a kind of suffocation.

I still remember that my mother is a gentle and beautiful woman, with the fine classical charm that many women do not have nowadays. She belongs...