That year, we met. . . Then, there is a future that belongs to her [him]. . . Be glad that time has passed. . . Nothing missed. . . You are still around. . .
"Miss Zaijing, can you tell me what this is?"
"Yin Jihou, are there any words on this that you don't know?"
"I mean, can you tell me why I have this marriage certificate beside my bed, and it has our signatures on it? Miss Zai Jing, would you like to explain it to me?"
"Oh, this, we went to the marriage registration office next door to sign it the night before."
"Miss Zai Jing probably doesn't like me enough to register for marriage with me, right?"
"We just went to get married, Yin Jihou, didn't you think I would like you?"
"Brother Yu Bin, what should I do if you don't love me?"
"If I don't love you, then Jia'er will still be my wife, because Jia'er has become my wife, then I will try my best to love Jia'er. If I really don't love you, then I won't see others or love others, because I have to love Jia'er very carefully, pamper Jia'er, and take care of Jia'er for the rest of my life, so I won't love others."
"What should I do if I don't love you?"
"Then, Brother Yu Bin will always be by your side until you find the one you love. Before that, I will always protect you. As long as you are loved and pampered by me, then you will find the happiness you want with your heart. After you find it, Brother Yu Bin will send you away personally."
"Qiu Jiayi, did you sell me?"
"How do you know..."
"Compensate me with the money you took from the Su family..."
"There's half the money here, and I gave the rest to dad... I don't have it now..."
"Now that I'm taking back the money from that day, I pretend it never happened. You have to compensate me for the rest..."
"..."
"Okay, go back to bed quickly. I told the kindergarten that you are not resigning, you are just asking for leave. Go back to work tomorrow and have a good dream. I'm leaving..."
"I am now 50 million in debt, how can I sleep... And still have sweet dreams... Su Yizheng... Come back... What are you going to do!" Help. . . Woohoo. . . . .