Chapter 8

Nuo's big living room is enough for people to run around and play basketball. The silver white floor reflects her cautious and careful face. The slender high-heeled shoes on it are like stepping on a good jade.

Press the elevator, Jiang Huai press the sign on the third floor, song Yarong's nervous heart dare not jump too fast, for fear of breaking the silence.

It's too cold here. There are so many servants, but there is no noise. It seems that she has been cursed with forbidden words, which makes her afraid to go out.

Along a corridor full of oil paintings, he came to a heavy door. Jiang Huai pressed the button of the door, like a doorbell. After waiting for a moment, the door automatically opened the gap that a person could pass through.

Song Yarong stops and sees Jiang Huai signal her to enter. Then she clenches her fist, breathes and shakes. Her scalp is tight and moves forward step by step.

The orange light of the crystal wall lamp in the room flashed her eyes for a moment. The scene in front of her was the same as that in the corridor.

"Yes, I have," Jiang Huai nodded to the man on the sofa.

The man's back to her, only a delicate and elegant profile.

It's the end of summer. The curtain rustles when the wind blows through the French windows.

"Come here", this is said to her, cold as ice, but song Yarong's feet seem to use magic, carrying the skirt of the wedding dress to the man.

All over the sky, the pale moonlight poured down and fell on the silent man in the hiding sofa, covered with a layer of mottled frost.

The man seems to be aware of her line of sight, suddenly raised that pair of deep bottomless eyes, ice pestle like eyes straight, almost able to pass through her body.

It's... It's him.

Song Yarong's body suddenly froze, staggered several steps back, as if he had seen a ghost.

"You... You..." she stammered and couldn't speak. She never thought that she was a member of the Jin family!

The man raises his deep eyes. The proud expression of Bingleng is like looking down at the ants. Song Yarong is like being watched by a beast that has been banned for thousands of years. The whole person is nailed to death and can't move a step.

"Jiang Huai, tell her what to do next."

Jiang Huaiwen took out a few pieces of paper from the folder and handed them to her. "Miss Song, our Lord wants to marry you. This is a betrothal gift. Please count it. The date will be next month."

Song Yarong is a blockhouse, especially the list of betrothal gifts on the paper Jiang Huai handed over, which makes her titanium alloy dog blind.

This man actually transferred 15% of the shares of Jin's consortium to her name after marriage. This is not the amount and wealth that money can hardly describe.

"For... Why, just because of last night..." Song Yarong pursed the corners of her mouth, don't open the man's dark eyes.

A man like him has power, power, wealth and fame. What kind of woman does he want? Let alone sleep with a woman? It's ridiculous to give 15% of Jin's shares to a strange woman.

She even thought it was a fraud Gang!

"Miss Song," Jiang Huai coughed softly, "our Lord is suffering from a very serious disease. You should have heard of it."

Song Yarong nodded. She did hear that Jin's only heir was a world business genius. However, he was envious of the talent. A doctor once diagnosed that he could not live beyond 30 years old.

But what does this mean? Even so, the whole Jiangcheng and even the f country who want to marry Jin can be discharged to the Great Wall toilet from here!

Jiang Huai continued, "my Lord has a serious sleep disorder. I can't rest for three or four days, but I can sleep with you, so the doctor suggests that you should sleep with me for a long time."

Song Yarong

So, do you want her to sleep with you!