My Miss Yan

Pu Jingyu looked at her smile so tenderly: "Last night..." "Last night, you were very drunk. You probably can't remember many things clearly. I can help you remember them later." "Remember it later?" "Then let's settle the immediate matter first!" Yan Nier rubbed her thumb, index finger, and middle finger back and forth in front of Pu Jingyu, as if comparing her feelings, but with more back and forth movements. "What?" Pu Jingyu looked at it for a long time but couldn't see anything, and looked confused. "Give me money!" Yan Nier felt uncontrollable unhappiness in her heart, but she suppressed the turbulence in her heart. My mood at this time is like a broken five-flavor bottle. She has been controlling him all night. "Money?" Pu Jingyu knew that the woman next to him was weak, but he didn't know that she was so realistic. He was not sure whether she had... "With her current state, it's probably impossible that nothing happened last night!" Pu Jingyu felt relieved. He leaned against the bed casually. "Tell me, what do you want? A house within the Second Ring Road of Beijing, a luxury car, or me... You name it, as long as I can do it!" "What? I calculated it carefully yesterday, and it was less than 6,000 yuan..." "What, it's less than 6,000 yuan, it doesn't matter, you can ask for more!" Pu Jingyu still looked chic, and he was not afraid of Yan Nier's big talk. He was confident enough to meet all Yan Nier's requests.