Qin Ningran, who had been an orphan since childhood, got married in a flash marriage and moved out of her best friend's home as a poor boy.
I thought life was like countless firewood, rice, oil, salt, sauce, vinegar and tea, but... Something seemed a little wrong?
Why is it that the poor boy's colleague is actually the Pei family's secretary who is feared?
In a small rented house, why are there so many hourly workers shouting at each other?
And my husband... He is so handsome!
"Of course! You don't seem to be losing money now that you didn't ask for a betrothal gift, right?" My best friend blinked in envy with her starry eyes.
Qin Ningran nodded with satisfaction, "With my family's conditions, it doesn't matter whether they give me 10,000 yuan or not!"
The two sisters joked, and the man in the kitchen twitched his lips stiffly.
Who doesn't know that Mr. Pei can easily spend tens of millions, but when he raised a finger when it came to the bride price, it was actually regarded as ten thousand? ? ? ? Ten thousand? !
The assistant next to him swallowed: CEO, did you want to say... 100 Million?
