"Can't you just pay for it? Is it necessary to marry home more genuinely? You said that our brothers had never touched a woman. If they did, they would have to get married, and the backyard would not have to be burnt out.

Ouyang Feng's idea is not that he never thought about it, but that she is different from the women she met before.

Ye Beicheng put down his glass and said solemnly, "Not everyone can solve it with money."

Remembered Yu Jingya's sentence: "I'm not selling it." He unconsciously evoked a faint smile.

"Are you still laughing? If you don't listen to me, you will cry in the future!" Ouyang Feng poured out a glass of red wine and drank it in one mouthful.

The dark red light in the box was almost perfect on Ye Beicheng's face. There were countless women who wanted to marry him according to his conditions. The reason why he would agree with Yu Jingya's request was that she was not suffocated by desire.

A woman without desire is the most distressing. She won't want something he can't give, such as love.

"This woman is not easy." Ouyang Feng was silent for a moment and summed up the reasons.

He put his arm on Ye Beicheng's shoulder and asked in a positive tone, "She doesn't want money, does she?"

Ye Beicheng nodded.

"Can't you see the woman's ambition?" Eyebrows wrinkled: "Marry you, equal to have endless wealth, what is the immediate interests!"

"She doesn't know my identity." Ye Beicheng emphasized.

"Women are calculating. You can't be confused." Ouyang Feng sighed deeply. At least he was afraid of it.

Sexy thin lips raised a charming radian, Ye Beicheng lit a cigarette, casually said: "I have more eyes than you."

At least, he doesn't think of a tiger as a sheep before marriage.

Ouyang Feng has long been coveted by the tiger, and will worry about his decision, which is also understandable...

Ignoring Ye Beicheng's sympathetic eyes, he leaned over and said, "Dude, a piece of advice, don't listen to you --

" Leave a woman you don't love around, it's not the best way for you to forget Yang Qixue.

...

The first ray of sunshine in the morning reflected into the broad bedroom. Ye Beicheng stood in front of the landing window and looked at the sparkling sea in the distance. The gentle sunshine outlined his great body, but could not disperse the sadness and depth around him.

Remembering the last sentence Ouyang Feng said last night, he fell into deep entanglement, responsibility and emotion coexist, no matter which one has the upper hand, the result will not change. He will marry her, Yu Jingya.

He's going to a banquet tonight. Since he's decided to get married, Yu Jingya will show up next to him sooner or later.

Pick up the phone, and he resolutely dialed her phone...

Yu Jingya went to bed late last night because of her marriage. When the familiar bell rang in her ear, she opened her dim sleeping eyes and pressed the answer vaguely.

"Good morning, Miss Yu."

Suddenly she heard a deep male voice. She was so sleepy that she sat up and cleared her throat. "Well, good morning. Is there anything wrong?"

Of course she knows that he is Yebeicheng.

"Are you free tonight? I'd like to invite you to accompany me to a banquet.

I just wanted to refuse, but I suddenly thought that familiarity is a necessary process since I want to get married, and this proposal seems to have been put forward by herself...

hesitated for a few seconds, and she whispered, "Okay, what time?"

"Seven o'clock, you go to the gate of Wangshan Park, I'll pick you up."

may be a bad start, but it's still the first step.

Time passed quietly in fear and uneasiness. At 6:15, Yu Jingya wore a black waist dress and taxi to Wangshan Park.

It didn't take long. About ten minutes, familiar Maybach stopped in front of her. She knew the car better than the owner. She was raped in the car for the first time and hit her directly for the second time.

The door opened and Ye Beicheng gracefully stepped down from the car. He was wearing a black suit. The orthodox color was not publicized, but it was difficult to hide his heroism. His flat trousers were of moderate length and were laid on the upper of his shoes at will. He was elegant and unstable.

Yu Jingya looked at the color of his skirt and Ye Beicheng. His cheeks were red for no reason.

"Are you rich?" Sitting in the car, she opens her mouth at will. In fact, she knows in her heart that the question is very idiotic.

Ye Beicheng smiled, "Why do you ask that?"

"Because you like to use money to solve problems." Almost without hesitation, she blurted out.