42. Chapter 42 Refuse to marry into a rich family 97
Ji Anan pursed her lips and was about to fight back when her phone rang:
My little country girl, my brother is proud by nature. When he proposes for the first time, just treat him like a fart and don’t hurt his self-esteem too much...
Ji Anan's teeth itched with hatred, how could he let such a smelly fart pass!?
Pride? Self-respect?
This is what Beiming Shaoxi cares about most. If it is crushed, he will give up?!
Ji Anan thought for a while: "At least it must be in a high-end occasion, where upper-class celebrities are present. You prepare flowers, bury the ring in the lunch, and then I eat, and I eat the ring as a surprise. And then you do it in front of everyone
Face, kneel down on one leg and confess to me. Is this the normal way of proposing?"
Beiming Shaoxi flirted with her lips. Asking him to kneel down in front of everyone to propose? Confession?
"Marriage is a major event in life, so you can't prevaricate me like this, right?"
"..."
"With no sincerity at all, how can you make me believe that I will live well if I marry you? You are the second generation of the rich, so you are great?" Ji Anan's eyes flashed with a sly sneer.
When she trampled his self-esteem under her feet and lost all face...
He must never want to see her dark history again.
The glittering golden plaque of Nepal Hotel flashed outside the window.
Bentley stepped back and turned a corner...
Ji An'an saw the familiar scenery and remembered the place where she met Beiming Shaoxi, and her face changed slightly: "Why is it here again!"
Beiming Shaoxi's noble figure bent down: "A place to commemorate our acquaintance is more in line with your romanticism?"
"I want to change the location!"
He unbuckled her seat belt, the man's strong arms lifted her out, and the Bentley automatically parked her position by remote control.
Ji Anan kicked his legs: "Put me down."
Beiming Shaoxi was walking with a pair of long legs, "You want a full set of romance, you should like it?!"
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Ji Anan raised his head. The high-end and luxurious decoration, the carved gold-patterned wall skirts, and the marble floor with retro golden foil patterns were like a clear mirror.
Beiming Shaoxi sat down coldly. Compared with his nobility, the ladies and gentlemen in the restaurant instantly became nouveau riche.
"Look, that crooked nut is so handsome that he has become the father of my child!"
"Blue eyes... black hair, mixed race?"
Ji Anan really wanted to silently take off his glasses and wig and put them on Beiming Shaoxi's head. He was so handsome and so eye-catching along the way.
Chapter 23 How many couples will be broken up?
She lowered her head to hide her face, not wanting to pay attention to any looks.
A mocking magnetic voice sounded above the head: "You know you're going to lose face?"
"Waiting until you become shameless!"
With his slender legs crossed, Beiming Shaoxi, even in a casual sitting posture, is full of the aura of a natural king.
He has an extremely handsome face and thin lips.
Since it was Valentine's Day, the entire space was decorated with rose colors.
The roses with complex petals are placed on the narrow-neck vase, magnificent and enchanting...
But not as good as his profile.
Ji Anan felt like countless eyes were strangling her, and he wished he could kick her away and replace her.
"I'm just being fat for fun, but you're so ugly... will I be your girlfriend?" The woman at the next table asked in fluent English, holding her chin with both hands, staring at Beiming Shaoxi with fascination.
The man took one look at Beiming Shaoxi and painfully decided to spend Valentine's Day alone. Even if he were torn apart and reassembled, Beiming Shaoxi wouldn't be able to be reunited!
Ji An'an: "..."
How many couples will Beiming Shaoxi break up?
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The aiter came over, put one hand behind his back, and asked politely what he wanted.