222 If You Don’t Love You, You Have to Love Money 5
Xu Xiaoya's expression changed, and she said in a deep voice: "Xiaoxuan, it doesn't matter what you said to me, but please don't say anything about Xixi in front of me anymore. Xixi also relies on his own hands to make money."
"Hehe, she relies on her hands? Only a ghost can believe her. Without Huang Xiaojue, who is she? From Wang Donglin to Huang Xiaojue, at which step did she not rely on a man?"
Xu Xiaoya suddenly became vigilant: "Zhou Xiaoxuan, please stop making trouble. If you continue to cause trouble, I will definitely break off our relationship with you completely."
Zhou Xiaoxuan just snorted coldly. Looking around this famous store again, the more she looked at it, the more popular it became. Not to mention the luxurious decoration, the business was also surprisingly good. Xu Xiaoya alone could buy a house with a one-time payment in half a year. Yan
How much money do you earn?
On the phone that day, Yan Xixi was so arrogant. Afterwards, Zhou Xiaoxuan became more and more angry as she thought about it. She thought about how many men the liar had deceived. Why did she have such a good life? Especially when she thought of Huang Xiaojue, she felt so jealous that her heart bleeds.
Why should such a good man give in to a woman like Yan Xixi?
Yan Xixi received a call from Xu Xiaoya: "Xixi, Zhou Xiaoxuan came to the store today. She somehow knows that you work in Huang Xiaojue's company. I'm afraid she will be unfavorable to you."
Yan Xixi thought about it and realized that it must be Zhou Xiaoxuan's cousin whom she met last time when she and Xiaojue were looking at a house together. This is not unusual.
"I'm afraid that she will tell you right and wrong in front of Huang Xiaojue..."
Yan smiled carefully: "Don't be afraid. Xiaojue knows everything about me. If he really wants to hear what is right and wrong, then that is up to him. I have no control over it."
"Of course Huang Xiaojue won't listen to her gossip, but what about his parents?"
Yan Xixi was silent for a moment: "His parents also know about my past!"
Xu Xiaoya breathed a sigh of relief: "By the way, I forgot to ask you, last time you went to Huang Xiaojue's house, did his parents give you a red envelope?"
"Gived 9999 yuan."
Xu Xiaoya was overjoyed: "Oh my God! Given this amount, it proves that they are definitely satisfied with you. Now I feel relieved."
Another call came in, and Yan Xixi lowered his voice: "No more, Xiaojue called."
"Okay, okay, let's talk."
Huang Xiaojue's voice came: "Xixi, my flight tomorrow afternoon is estimated to leave the airport at 5:30. My parents want to invite you to their house for dinner. I will pick you up at the company..."
"No, it's already so late. You can go home directly. I'll wait for you at the gate of your community after get off work."
"also."
He smiled: "Xixi, you have to be mentally prepared..."
Yan Xixi's heartbeat quickened: "What?"
"Maybe my parents will bring up marriage. My mother hopes that I will get married as soon as possible so that she can have grandchildren..."
Yan Xixi didn't dare to speak. Fortunately, Huang Xiaojue couldn't see the embarrassment on her face through the phone.
That night, she couldn't sleep and sent a WeChat message to the stranger: "Tell me, why are women called leftover women when they don't get married?"
After a while, the other party replied: "That's a conspiracy. Within 10 years, there will be a large-scale single group in our country, with the number ranging from 40 to 60 million. The relevant authorities are very worried about this problem, fearing that the huge group of singles will trigger social chaos."
The world is in turmoil, so they are racking their brains to hype the concept of 'leftover women' and trick women into getting married as soon as possible, even if they are dead cats and rotten mice, one can help solve the social crisis..."
Yan Xixi was full of thoughts and burst into laughter.
"What? Miss, are you really afraid of becoming a leftover girl? Don't worry, if no one wants you, I will consider it."
