Chapter 302

Muyazhe's eyes were slightly and deeply fixed on her. Seeing her stubborn face and staring at her angrily, he was obviously dissatisfied with his general act of giving.

Suddenly, with a deep smile, he sank into the sofa carelessly, and raised his hand lazily to ask the manager for an offer.

"Hello, this set is forty-five million."

Cloud poetry petrified.

Muyazhe was very pleased to appreciate her startled expression. Seeing her stupefied for a long time, he couldn't help laughing at her. "What? You don't mean to buy it yourself? "

"I......" She lost her voice.

She thought that a villa of tens of millions and a garden house should not be so expensive.

Cloud poetry bited his lips, and his heart was heavy.

"Why isn't your mouth stubborn?" Asked muyazhe coldly.

He looked up, his eyes motioned, and the manager stepped back.

The procedures for buying a real estate certificate are not complicated, and everything is too fast to be reasonable.

As a result, when the manager handed a new emerging real estate stock exchange to yunshishi, she still had some difficulty getting back to her senses.

Muyazhe stood aside and leaned down slightly, enjoying her stunned expression. He was very happy: "are you very moved? No more slums. "

"Why do you want to send me this villa?" Is this man going to sign any inequality treaty with her?

Seeing her alert face, mu Yazhe couldn't help laughing at her.

"Do you want me to watch my son sleep in the pigsty?"

“…… That's not a pigsty! " Yun's poems are not well emphasized again.

Muyazhe gave her a sidelong look and didn't speak again.

For him, a place like that is like a pigsty.

It's small and unsafe.

Dozens of households live in one building.

Maybe more than that.

It's hard to avoid miscellaneous personnel.

In addition, the security is not in place. Anyone can get in and out at will.

How could he allow his women and sons to live in such a smoky place.

However, at the moment, the woman in front of him was stubborn, and carefully maintained that poor self-esteem.

Somehow, he didn't say anything more.

"It's a gift," she said

Yun Shishi's face stagnated: "..."

"The bowl of noodles."

Some of the poems are disordered in the wind.

What do you mean?

A bowl of white noodles in clear soup for a mansion?

In this way, her bowl of noodles is worth tens of millions?

God

Is this a lottery?

"If I make you more bowls of noodles, will you give me more luxury houses?"

“……”

Muyazhe looked at her speechlessly.

Yun Shishi looks at him provocatively, no doubt. If he agrees, she makes noodles for him every day!

He can't eat poor!

The ringing of the mobile phone timely interrupts this strange silence.

At first, he wanted to cut it off, but as soon as he saw the screen, he went to one side, picked up the phone and said in a deep voice, "Grandpa."

On the phone, the old man's voice was gloomy and sullen, but he tried to restrain: "you finally know to answer the phone! If I don't call you, you don't know where the house is! "

“……”

When the old man saw that he was silent, he became furious: "do you still know how to go home? Wan Rou calls you so many times, why don't you know? Do you have her as your wife and my grandfather in your eyes? "

"Grandpa, I'm not married to her yet." Muyazhe's deep tunnel.