Nimolan took off her apron and walked out of the kitchen, shouting towards her father's room: "Sir, it's time to eat!"
"Keep your voice down! I'm not deaf, I'm just having breakfast!" Chief Ni complained as he walked over with a newspaper under his arm. A pair of cotton slippers with toe-holes on his feet made him look a little senile.
Nimolan shook his head speechlessly and whispered: "I don't know who has been wearing hearing aids for two years."
Unexpectedly, Commander Ni suddenly retorted: "They say I'm not deaf anymore! You will be punished with solitary confinement if you speak ill of your boss!"
Nimolan rolled his eyes and darted into her small room, gathering materials and getting ready to go to work. She didn't want to talk nonsense with her father, a senior officer!
Escaped from Commander Ni's thoughts, Nimolan managed to catch the bus on time, sat on her seat and started eating her special sandwich.
Nimo Lan works in an advertising company, surrounded by some glamorous handsome men and beauties, and also some heterogeneous hipsters. Among the handsome men and beauties, she is considered a low-class woman, but among the heterogeneous hipsters, she is regarded as a local girl who conforms to the public taste.
Regardless of whether she has talent or talent, once she stops there, no one would think of her as a human being working in the advertising industry. Basically, she leaves no impression on people.
Ordinary Nimolan started her ordinary day, clocking in, doing odd jobs, having lunch, doing odd jobs, clocking in, and finally walked out of the company building and went home to cook dinner for her nun supervisor.
But, something seems different today.
On the evening bus, the office secretaries gathered together to discuss topics that were not of interest to her.
"Wow, isn't it? He's the prince of the Balik family? He actually has a baby to kiss? How is it possible? Don't all the girls in the world who are waiting for his blessing have to commit suicide?"
"Who says it's not the case? It was written clearly in the newspaper today. It said that the old head of the Balik family was suffering from an incurable disease. The prince was still young. In order to fulfill the contract, the old head ordered the prince to marry a mysterious girl."
"Who is the girl? Did you write it down? Did you write it down?"
"The newspaper only mentioned one thing, saying that the lucky girl had made an engagement with the prince."
"Oh my god, it can't be a finger-tip marriage, right? Then a girl from an amazing big family must be able to enter the Balik family."
…
Family status is indeed the biggest obstacle to love. Nimolan shook his head, turned his attention away from the group of gossiping women, and looked at the sky in the distance.
She, Nimo Lan, is as ordinary as this swollen air, transparent and unnoticeable. She has had a dream since she was ten years old, that is, to have her own brand and create a brand that only she can control.
s things……
Suddenly, a cold and indifferent boy's face broke into my mind. He stood next to a door and said cruelly: "If you are not brave, you will never be as good as me. You will always be a loser!"
"You're the loser!" Nimolan yelled and opened his eyes, and several sharp glances came at him - what the hell, he actually fell asleep on the bus!
In full view of everyone, Nimolan ran home with her little bag in her arms, breathing heavily and muttering: "What a haunting! Damn dream!"
"Molan! There are no rules at all! You're so frizzy! How do I educate you?" Commander Ni gave the order, which made Nimolan jump in shock. After calming down, he saw clearly that there was a man sitting in the small living room.
stranger.
"This is our Molan," Chief Ni introduced his daughter to the strangers in the living room, then turned to Nimolan and raised his eyes, meaning to warn her to be more modest, and then he said to Nimolan
Lan introduced, "This is the butler of the head of the Balik family, Mr. Lin."
Nimolan quickly bowed his head and said hello: "Hello, Mr. Lin!"
"How clever!" Mr. Lin immediately praised him, which sounded more or less false.
Nimolan was puzzled, how could the great butler of the Balik family appear here? Could it be that her Nimo chief had become very successful?
"Mo Lan, come and sit down." Commander Ni ordered, and politely refilled the tea cup for Butler Lin.
After a few words of greeting, Nimolan finally understood why the butler of the Balik family was sitting here - "Miss Ni, your grandfather had a contract with the head of the Balik family in the early years.
This contract is about the marriage between you and our young master. Now, the time has come and it is time to stipulate the terms of the travel contract."
"My grandfather had a contract with the head of Balik, or is there a contract about my marriage?" Nimolan felt as if a big thunderbolt fell directly on his little head, and his thoughts could not keep up with his physiological reflexes.
"Yes, Miss Ni. I have just explained the whole matter to your father and got your permission. Today we will take you back to the Balik family's manor." Butler Lin's voice was as full as his.
A meticulous aura.
Nimo Lan quickly searched for words in his mind, and stood up suddenly: "This is impossible! How could I just marry a man I have never met casually? A contract is a contract, reality is reality, and I also have a wife,
I also have the freedom to resist and demand freedom in love and freedom in marriage! Dad, tell me, do you owe someone something valuable? Otherwise, how could someone make an issue of their child’s marriage?"
Chief Ni couldn't sit still anymore and stood up with a sigh: "That's the Balik family. Usually girls' families are so crowded that they can't even get in. Can't you just marry into it?"
"Dad! What are you talking about? How can my marriage be measured in this way? I am your daughter!" Nimo Lan finally broke out.
Her father, her nun commander, was a conscientious soldier. He taught her from an early age to abandon the concept of power and be a good person. After her mother passed away, he became her father and mother, raising her by himself.
She is not married, and although she may have narcissistic thoughts as she gets older, she loves gambling, and her ears were damaged by artillery fire when she was a soldier and she became deaf early, but he will always be a perfect man and a qualified father in her heart.
, why, now, he has to make such a disappointing choice for her?
"Mr. Ni, you don't owe..." Butler Lin was about to correct Commander Ni when Commander Ni held his wrist and stopped him.
"Lanlan, dad has been tired enough of taking care of you in this life. When you get older, you should have some freedom and enjoy yourself. Dad started gambling two years ago. You also know this. Yes, it's dad who failed to live up to his expectations.
I owe a lot of money to the Balik family, so I hope you can marry me and help my father pay off the debt." Chief Ni lied to his daughter in a serious voice, so lifelike that she could be a movie actress. Behind him was Butler Lin.
I lowered my head and wondered if I should add some oil and vinegar.
Nimolan said seriously: "How much do you owe? I'll just pay it back for you!"
Commander Ni shrank and said in a low voice: "Twenty million."
"What? You lost 20 million in gambling? Dad! Do you have any brains? 20 million, even if you sell me, you can't afford to pay back 20 million!"
"It's worth it!" Commander Ni roared in shock, causing the roof to almost break.
Butler Lin suddenly raised his head, a very fake smile once again appeared on his righteous face.
Just listen to Chief Ni talking: "Molan, as long as you marry into the Balik family, you will be able to repay the 20 million yuan. Not only 20 million yuan, you will also have endless wealth and respect."
Glory! Molan, dad is forced to do this, you must sacrifice for dad this time!"
Tears welled up in Nimolan's eyes, and deep sorrow shot toward Commander Ni's face like a laser.
Oh my God! Do I, Nimolan, really have to sell my body to pay off my father’s debt? Who will save me! For a long time, only this plaintive voice lingered in Nimolan’s heart!
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