That villa is undoubtedly very luxurious, but Fang Yuan thinks that it's too expensive for the villa to cost 10 billion yuan.
You know, under the premise of tribal conflict, the production company of that tribal conflict only sold it to Ma Huateng for more than 3 billion.
In a villa, although beautiful, although very atmosphere, although the square is very desirable, but it is too expensive.
Fang Yuan looks at the villa, bites her lower lip, looks at her purse, and looks at Mo Jincheng. At last, she thinks she is a kind girl. She sighs. She says to Mo Jincheng in a low voice: "husband, let's go."
Mo Jincheng frowned: "why don't you like this villa very much?"
Fang Yuan shook his head: "I don't like this villa, husband. Let's go and see something else."
Mo Jincheng walked over and took Fang Yuan's hand. The corner of his mouth rose slightly: "I think this villa is very good. Let's buy this one. You like it."
When Fang Yuan heard this, she was full of shame and her eyes were full of spring water. The woman said to the man shyly, "no, husband, I don't want to save your money. I just think this villa doesn't suit my taste."
Mo Jincheng takes a very charming radian and says, "then you just don't think your husband can afford the money, right?"
Fang Yuan looked at her husband's face, and the small expression on her face seemed to be really not made up.
Fang Yuan quickly waved his hand, blushed and said, "well, this, husband, let's go. I'm not comfortable here. Let's go now."
Mo Jincheng embraces Fang Yuan and looks directly into her eyes. Fang Yuan's face turns red when he is seen by his husband. He has some stubborn and handsome faces.
"To tell you the truth, wife, well, repeat what you just said!" Mo Jincheng's expression was solemn, and he put out the tone of the vice president.
Fang Yuan is oppressed by that temperament, and she can't breathe. In a moment, her face is completely red, almost bleeding. She steps back, and Mo Jincheng is chasing her.
"I just think I don't like this villa. I don't think this villa is suitable for me, and I feel very uncomfortable staying here. Let's go, husband..." Fang Yuan, like a ball of vent, utters a cry. When it comes to "let's go, husband", Fang Yuan's voice is almost invisible. It's like a mosquito flying in front of us.
Mo Jincheng feels that his wife is so cute. He teases her deliberately: "tell her the truth. If it's OK, we'll buy it. Don't limit our ideas. Your husband can still afford this money..."
Fang Yuan lowered his head like a child who made a mistake and said in a low voice: "husband, I love your money. I don't want you to spend so much money to buy this thing for me..."
Mo Jincheng mercilessly kisses Fang Yuan. Fang Yuan is at a loss and startled.
"Wife, you are the best wife in the world!" The hegemony on Mo Jincheng's face disappears at the moment. He shows his innocent expression when he was a child.
Under this expression, Fang Yuan felt that he was about to melt. He was 100% sure that what the man said at this moment was true.
So sweet words, so real people.
The world of mortals has seen it through in previous lives. I only envy the old ink
Mo Jincheng looks at his wife and feels that meeting him at this moment is really a blessing from his previous life.
Fang Yuan pulls Mo Jincheng to leave. No matter who dissuades her, she doesn't want to listen. Mo Jincheng has no choice but to go first.
Two people leave directly, walk on the street, holding each other's hands, back to the hotel, Mo Jincheng looks at his wife's face, a smile, ran to the side of his wife can't hear or see the place, took out the mobile phone.
Open the mobile phone, recall just the landlord's phone, skillfully tapping the screen of the mobile phone, knock out a line of numbers, he nodded, his memory is still relatively strong, from this small detail at this moment can see, really very reliable.
"Hello, who is it?" There was an impatient voice on the phone.
"I'm here to buy your house, the villa..." Mo Jincheng said directly.
"House, which villa?" There was a pause on the other side of the line.
"It's the villa that sells 10 billion yuan. I want to buy your villa. By the way, does anyone buy that villa?" Mo Jincheng said.
The voice of the landlord on the other side of the phone stopped for a long time, maybe shocked.
"Oh, no one bought it. Do you want to buy it? If you want to buy it, don't talk on the phone. Just wait for a moment. I'll go to the villa and I'll wait for you there. " The landlord seemed very excited and his voice trembled a little.
Mo Jincheng nodded and said to the landlord, "OK, you wait for me there. I'll go there after a while. Don't worry, I'm not a liar. I'll buy your house in full."
The voice on the other side of the phone suddenly stopped and felt a bad feeling.Mo Jincheng puts down his mobile phone and breathes out a deep breath.
Throw a thousand dollars for the beauty, it's not a thousand dollars, it's ten thousand dollars, one hundred thousand dollars, one million dollars.
Mo Jincheng has already made a phone call at this time.
He called a secretary who was in charge of his own money. As soon as he came up, he said directly, "Secretary Li, take out the 10 billion yuan kept in this eight start Swiss bank account. I can use it."
Secretary Li on the other side was startled. Although it was nothing to Mo Jincheng, it was a huge price for her, an ordinary wage earner who worked for others with other people's money. It was a level that could not be touched in her whole life.
"Well, boss, I will do these things as soon as possible..." Secretary Li over there stammered.
After Mo Jincheng calls, he takes a deep breath.
Mo Jincheng is mobilizing the staff of his company. He wants to gather 10 billion yuan. Although it is not a difficult task for her, it will not be too simple.
But for the sake of the square, it should be worth it
Mo Jincheng looks at the sky in the distance. Hollywood is in the fog. Every building is hiding in the fog.