She hesitated for a while before speaking: "Ming, let's not talk about anything else, okay?"
Rong Beiming leaned down and kissed her on the lips, and said slowly: "Nian En, are you willing to stay with me for a few more days for Yin Xiaoxiao?"
"What did you say?" She refused, and accidentally waved her hand on the tip of his nose.
"The hand is so heavy." He didn't get angry and let her go.
"Who told you to talk nonsense?"
"Didn't you ask me to let Yin Xiaoxiao go? Let's talk about it then! Business... isn't it just about talking about it?" He touched the bridge of his nose and rubbed it gently, with a smile in his eyes.
-It means to laugh.
"I don't know what you said?"
"In this way, I guarantee that no one will leak the relationship between us. How many days will it take for you...? Do you mean a few days or a month? Or even longer. Of course, the money will not be missing from you."
Money will never be lost on you, this sentence is familiar to her.
This man once told Hai Xin that looking at his lazy smiling face and unconcerned expression, as if he was talking about how much cabbage costs per pound, she wanted to follow his handsome and damn handsome face.
, a slap in the face.
Are all rich people like this? They don’t care about other people’s thoughts and dignity.
"How many women have you said this to?" She suppressed her inner dissatisfaction and asked in a low voice.
"Every woman who has ever been with me says this when she breaks up. But you are different. What we are talking about now is not a breakup, but a beginning." After he finished speaking, he took out the cigarette case from the drawer and took out a cigarette.
ignite.
Thin green smoke slowly swirled around his handsome face.
Yu Nianen just took a breath and coughed softly. No one smoked at home, and Ding Ziqian didn't smoke either, so she couldn't get used to the smell of smoke.
"Don't like it?" Rong Beiming smiled and deliberately breathed into her neck, and she couldn't help but cough again.
He looked at the less than half-burned cigarette in his hand, then at Yu Nianen who was feeling uncomfortable, and slowly put out the cigarette in the ashtray on the bedside table.
"Have you thought about it?" he asked calmly.
"Are you serious?"
"I don't like lying, and I don't like people who lie."
"Okay, Rong Beiming, you heard me clearly, seven days, just seven days, not more than a minute." She replied almost through gritted teeth.