"Help me, give you one million..."
This was the first thing Lu Jingchuan said to Jiang Yu.
We met again at Mrs. Lu's 70th birthday party.
This birthday banquet was not only for celebrating a birthday, but also had an important purpose, to choose a suitable marriage partner for Lu Jingchuan.
As Mr. Lu's favorite successor, he has become a thorn in the side and a thorn in the flesh of the entire Lu family.
Everyone hopes that he will suffer a big failure in his marriage.
At the birthday banquet, there was an undercurrent.
In addition to the several marriage partners that the old couple had chosen, there were also other women that the elders had "carefully" prepared for Lu Jingchuan.
But he didn't even look at any of the women until Jiang Yu showed up.
"Miss, have we met somewhere?" Lu Jingchuan asked with squinting eyes.
Jiang Yu calmed down and suddenly raised his palm: "Young Master Lu, you owe me one million, don't default on it~"
Lu Jingchuan laughed: "Marry me and give you a million!"
A marriage contract was placed in front of Jiang Yu. One-year contract, remuneration: 100 million? ? ? ! ! !
Sign it, sign it now! ! !
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