"How much do you want?" Ye Fanli dusted off his cigarette butts casually.%&*";
Jiang Liwen came back to her senses and looked back to meet his eyes as deep as the endless night. She couldn't help but lower her head slightly: "Six hundred thousand."
"Six hundred thousand." Ye Fanli recited the number playfully, put the cigarette between his lips, and took a puff. The lingering smoke followed his speaking movements and fell on her face: "You are walking in the world at night.
How much is a month’s salary?”
Jiang Liwen looked at the handsome face that suddenly approached, her breathing a little confused: "Five thousand."
"Five thousand..." Ye Fanli smiled, so cold it hurt his bones: "It takes ten years to earn six hundred thousand. Which company do you think would give you ten years' salary in advance?"
Ye Fanli's words were very realistic. The reality made Jiang Liwen breathless. She clenched her hands tightly, dug her nails into her palms, and pursed her lips tightly: "The nightclub is right, I am too whimsical."
Jiang Liwen's hair was not tied up. As she leaned down, her black hair fell down like silk and hit the man's hand.
Ye Fanli moved his fingers and grabbed it playfully: "However, it is not impossible to get 600,000." He suddenly pulled her into his arms with a strong force, and said in a low voice: "As long as you
Follow me for a month..."
Snapped!
Jiang Liwen tried her best to push him away, her body trembling slightly: "Nightclub, please don't make such a joke.%&*";"
A sharp, low and indifferent tone flashed across Ye Fanli's eyes, lighter than air, but as heavy as a mountain, weighing on Jiang Liwen's heart: "I'll give you three minutes to think."
A cold tone came out from her thin and alluring lips. The air seemed to freeze, and Jiang Liwen clenched her hands tightly.
The young master over there has already started to raise his arms and count down.
"One minute."
"One and a half minutes."
"Two minutes."
"Two and a half minutes."
Jiang Liwen's eyes widened. She had never seen someone reading minutes like this: "You said you would give me three minutes!" What is it like now? At his speed, it's not even three seconds, right?
Ye Fanli's expression was calm, and his handsome face was always ice-cold: "Three minutes, time is up, your answer."
Jiang Liwen wanted to bite someone, how could this person be so shameless and outrageous!
Can……
Having come this far, she can only agree, right?
The previous royalties had been used up. Before she went out, the nurse at the hospital also came to her and all they talked about was the medical expenses.
If she doesn't get the money, my mother may not even be qualified to stay in the ward, let alone recover from surgery.
She also thought about finding friends, but she seemed to have only one friend, Ranran, since she was a child.
She knew that Ranran's family was a well-off family, but after all, it was 600,000 yuan, not 60,000 yuan. How could it be said that they could just put it all together.
In addition to the recovery fees required after the operation, it is estimated that it will cost tens of thousands...
Jiang Liwen's eyes dimmed, she lowered her head deeply, held her temples with her hands, and stared at her feet in confusion.
Then, she heard her own voice, surprisingly calm: "Okay."
Ye Fanli smiled evilly. That smile could charm all female animals from eighty to eight years old. However, the smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes. Instead, it was a little cold: "For six hundred thousand, you will
Sold yourself?"
The word "sell" made Jiang Liwen bite her lip. She laughed, her teeth hurt a little, and she told the truth: "I can't help it, I'm short of money." She had no way out, so she could only accept the contract he tailor-made for her.
, sell yourself to him.
Ye Fanli looked at the woman in front of him. Her face could not be said to be pretty. Her eyebrows were as dark as a distant mountain, her expression was indifferent, her skin was as pale as that of a dead person, and her thin lips still had teeth marks. But just like this, it always makes people laugh.
I can't help but want to hold her down...
Ye Fanli lowered his eyes, pinched Jiang Liwen's chin with one hand, and clasped the back of her head with the other. His warm lips touched her lips like lightning.
The soft, smooth and sweet feeling made Ye Fanli couldn't help but insert the tip of his tongue, tightly bind her head, and take advantage of it.
Jiang Liwen subconsciously wanted to reach out, but when she thought of the terms the two people had just negotiated, her raised hand slowly clenched into a fist!
Sensing the stiffness of the person in his arms, Ye Fanli stopped his aggressive movements, slightly curled his thin lips, and then changed his approach to kiss her...