"Do you think we shouldn't get married?" Xi Mingyuan called the waiter to ignite a drink, his gentle tone and an expression of no need to worry about it, but damn it sounded like he was taking it for granted. It seemed that they were What we talk about is as simple as stir-frying cabbage. Heat the pot, add oil, add dishes, stir-fry, add seasonings, and then serve.
"I think so." She was very sure that if she got married, they would be the best example of puppets in the 21st century. Most of the marriages of wealthy families are for business purposes. She does not have a prominent family background to match the Xi family, and the class will be invisible. The earth was among them, not to mention that they had no feelings. The fate of Princess Diana was the best proof, and they were even a couple blessed by many people. She still had fantasies about love, but that was limited to ordinary men. For a man who is comparable to her, balance is the long-term guarantee of maintaining his marriage.
"I don't think so." He put down the stirring silver spoon and sipped the coffee so gently that she wanted to splash the coffee in her hand over to him. After a few more laughs, their marriage was a foregone conclusion. The man had no opinion at all. Is it? Even marriage is at the mercy of others, and it is like a puppet at the mercy of others.
She sighed weakly, Old Man Xi, oh, it shouldn't be said that President Xi had probably called her home to notify her parents.