Chapter 10

"Compensate."

Two faint words.

Wen churan is a little confused.

Compensate?! For what?!

In full bloom, Mo shook a few times in front of her with half of his sleeve, reminding her very clearly.

"Ninety-nine thousand eight for this dress."

Wen churan almost vomited a mouthful of old blood.

Go to the 998 in Temo!

"I have no money!" She spread her hands directly, as if you didn't care about me.

"That's your business." At that time, Mo put his sleeves on her head and threatened to "give you three days, or double it!"

Double it!

"Just this rag, 998?! Is Sheng's group engaged in fraud? " Wen churan pulled the sleeves off his head and questioned him incredulously.

Ink looks cool and extremely calm in its heyday. "It is made by international designers, imported clothing materials and purely handmade. There are only three shirts in the country. Do you think it is worth 998? Huh? "

After listening to the man, thousands of Grandpa Mao flashed through Wen churan's head.

Don't say 998, she can't even get 998 out of her whole body now!

Staring at the man's cold face, Wen churan closed his eyes with boredom.

When she opened it again, a bright smile suddenly opened at the corner of her mouth.

There is also a hint of flattery in the smile.

The tone also became gentle and soft.

"Well... Look at you, there are four young people in a prosperous family, worth hundreds of millions! Should... Don't care about this 998? "

A man can bend and stretch.

Although she is not a big husband.

But in this unfavorable situation, she can only bow to money.

She's serious. Yes, she has no money.

But she never thought that Sheng Shimo also spoke very seriously.

"Yes, I care."

Care about wool!

Sheng family is the first rich family in city B. will he care about this 998 when he is in his prime?

He made it clear that he was embarrassing her!

Wen churan was angry.

Smile a close, eyes a cold "a word, I have no money, I will not compensate!"

She threw the sleeve in her hand at his feet.

In his prime, Mo looked down at the sleeves at his feet and sipped his thin lips.

Dare you throw his clothes?

It's kind of interesting

He sneered, suddenly raised his slender white hand and began to undress.

When Wen churan saw that he seemed ready to take off his clothes, he frowned and his back was close to the French window.

What does he want?!

If he really wants to do something, she will kick his lifeblood on the spot!

In his prime, a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes and took off his clothes with a crash.

Strong figure, smooth and attractive skin, once again exposed in front of warm primary dyeing.

He put his clothes directly over Wen's head.

Wen churan's eyes fell into darkness.

He could only feel his body hot, and he seemed to get closer again.

Lying in her ear, you said, "if you don't pay, you should know my means."

Wen churan could not help shivering.

But not because of fear.

Maybe the despair before the death of the previous life hit again.

She knows his means. He can even kill her. There's nothing else he can't do.

Wen churan pulls the shirt off his head. There is no man in the bedroom.

She threw her shirt on the ground and stepped on several feet to vent her anger.

that 's ok! Ninety nine thousand eight, she pays!

She wants him to know that she is no longer the cowardly and incompetent Wen churan in her previous life!

I don't want to be despised by him anymore!