After a while, Qingning finally came to his senses from the rough story told by the annual rings: "So, where do you want to spend ten million now?"

"Isn't this what I asked you? Are you here to ask me again now?" Nian Ling heard Qingning's question, leaned behind her, and was running through the traffic with great enthusiasm.

"Stop teasing, Sister Nian, I'm just a poor guy who hasn't pursued you. How can I squander it!" Qingning stabilized the big red helmet above her head and looked at the rings through the rearview mirror.

In the rearview mirror, Qingning's refreshing expression was reflected. Her appearance was very ordinary, and she looked handsome in the rings.

Qingning is her college friend, living in the same dormitory and pursuing pragmatism, so she wants to have a good relationship in college, then graduate and get married, find a stable editorial job, and be happy.

Unlike the annual rings, she is particularly capable of tossing and dreaming that one day, a small person like her, could enter the door of Dreamwood.

Of course, annual rings occasionally think rationally. Dreaming of Lyceum is too far away, and it is time to regard dreams as fantasy.

However, just when the New Year Ring was thinking like this, she had a dream, dreaming that she had turned into a salted fish and was eaten by Jin Yan...

This is probably the only time I dreamed of Jin Yan in the New Year...

"But I think your Uncle Jin is quite sick. He can give you ten million to squander it. Is he like to every lover like this?"

"I don't know, I haven't seen his other lovers..."

Nian Ling smashed her mouth helplessly. She thought she would not have any interaction with Jin Yan, but she had never asked about Jin Yan. She still doesn't know what Jin Yan does.

When she was on the cruise ship, in order not to face her scars, she told Jin Yan that she would not ask each other.

But now I want to come here too much.

Nian Ling sighed: "… By the way, I was wondering if Uncle Jin would have a lover association. He would have nothing to do to bring the lovers together for a meeting and talk about who is the best at spending money. If so, I can consider joining next time and consulting them."

"Do you want to have a next time?"

Qingning almost braked again, and woke up the rings: "Oh, yes... oh, yes... oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh,

"Ding bee."

However, just as the year rings were imagining, a text message appeared on her mobile phone, with a note [Lord Qian].

This is the new nickname given to Jin Yan today by the annual ring.

And Lord Qian’s first words are related to money: [How much did you spend?]

When I saw Jin Yan's text message, the annual rings were on the electric motorcycle, and my fingers shook and almost dropped my phone.

Jin Yan seemed to be unable to get along with the money, and even asked her if she had spent money during the meeting.

Squinted his eyes, and the annual rings quickly replied: [On the way to spend it. Is Uncle Jin trying to regret it? It's too late! I spent the money!]

【Not enough?】

???

What does it mean to have a meal of annual rings?

Does Jin Yan still think she can spend ten million a day?

Before the reincarnation letter was waiting, Lord Qian sent another one: [Take you to a place tonight, and you can buy your favorite evening dress first. If the money is not enough, go to the brand under Sherman's house to buy it and tell them my name, and they know how to do it.]

Seeing this, the annual ring quickly said: [Who is Sherman?] But after a noticeable pause, she deleted the text message completely.

She... annual rings, as a "money worshiper"...

You must not be stupid...

Ask for anything that looks like a famous brand, what is it!

So, the years have reincarnated: [Oh! Thank you Uncle Jin, long live Uncle Jin!]

After a while, Jin Yan replied with a word: [Be good.]

After typing this word, Jin Yan did not turn off the phone screen, but stared at the last replies at the rings without a moment, and his eyes fell on the three words "Uncle Jin".

This sound...is so false!

Even if I don’t look at her at this moment, I know that her face was about what Sherman was, not the exclamation mark of Uncle Jin.

Press the text message page and there was a photo of a colorful paper windmill on Jin Yan's mobile phone screen.

He looked dim...

she…

Sure enough, I don't remember...
Chapter completed!