Five million can support many lovers, mistresses or mistresses. It is enough for a poor person to live happily for a lifetime. He can buy a car, buy a house, and have a beautiful wife to enjoy his old age. People who know how to live well say that

Maybe he can still have more than half of the money left for his son, but now that Zhang Yan actually said these words for a verbal promise to himself, it would probably be moved by any woman, let alone such a simple woman like Pang Yan.

"Of course, as long as I, Zhang Yan, like it, there is nothing I am not willing to do." Zhang Yan assured him, patting his chest. It is not illegal to brag anyway. With Zhang Yan's eloquence, there is no need to write a draft, even if he can't help.

Pang Yan's busyness can at least comfort her mentally.

"I remember your promise. If you can really find five million, I will not only be your girlfriend, but I will also be a woman." A man who is willing to give up five million in wealth for himself, in

Pang Yan's heart is worthy of being entrusted to him for a lifetime, not to mention that Zhang Yan is very handsome. The only regret is the age issue between the two. If there is true love in the world, please remember that age is not a reason to stop love.

Zhang Yan was so happy that five million dollars in exchange for Pang Yan's promise was definitely worth it. If he married such a wife, he would have to live a very comfortable life in the future, with clothes on his hands and food on his hands.

Just thinking about it makes people feel inexplicably comfortable.

Pang Yan suddenly stood up and came to Zhang Yan's side. He stared at the fair-faced Zhang Yan with tender eyes. The deep ravines in the plump breasts were clearly exposed in his sight.

For a second, Pang Yan stood up on tiptoes and kissed Zhang Yan on the mouth, and then quickly separated. This time, there was only shyness on her face, but she did not run away. She smiled lightly and said: "Zhang Yan, I believe you."

, I hope you will ride a white horse to marry me one day, this kiss can be considered as interest for you!"

"Hey, I was kissed secretly for no reason again." Zhang Yan wanted to tell Pang Yan that the person riding the white horse may not be the prince, but maybe Tang Monk.

"Isn't the interest a little too little? Why don't you kiss two, three, or four times?" Zhang Yan felt the refreshing fragrance on his lips and said with some dissatisfaction. He hadn't felt the taste of kissing yet.

Pang Yan's mouth left.

"What a beautiful thought? If that's the case, wouldn't my kiss be worthless? But don't worry, I can consider the interest. If I want to, I will pay it once a day. If I don't want to, I will pay it once a month. Zhang Yan

, are you willing?" Pang Yan asked playfully.

The person who borrowed the money now is the uncle, and the creditor is the grandson. Although Zhang Yan has not lent the money to Pang Yan yet (Zhang Yan is only a householder with ten thousand yuan now, not a millionaire), he already feels as helpless as the grandson, and his mouth is strong

He forced out a smile and replied: "Yes, of course I do."

A man's anger turns into a beauty, and Zhang Yan's anger costs five million. It is true that women are a source of trouble. Five million in wealth is enough for Zhang Yan to live a happy life, but now he is willing to do it for the sister of an enemy.

After paying so much, even Zhang Yan didn't know what he was thinking. Although the interest was small, at least there was a return. If Pang Yan was willing, sooner or later Zhang Yan would ride a white horse to marry her.

Zhang Yan has dreamed since he was a child that when he grows up, he must be an emperor, an emperor with thousands of harems. He spends every day in the arms of beautiful women, cracking melon seeds, eating fruits and watching his wife do striptease.

Just thinking about it makes people feel an inexplicable urge. Although Zhang Yan has not yet reached the point of having a harem of three thousand, he is still a virgin and already has an unofficial candidate for his wife, and there are more than one.

"Zhang Yan, because of what you said tonight, I have decided to let you sleep with me tonight. I wonder if you are willing?" Pang Yan's palms were attached behind his back, his left hand held his right hand, and he held out his chest.

The twin breasts on her chest were on display, nakedly tempting Zhang Yan, an innocent little virgin.

"Do you really want to sleep together?" Zhang Yan was not sure what his ears were hearing and asked. This was much more valuable than the kiss just now. When he imagined the scene of falling asleep with Pang Yan in his arms, he felt inexplicably excited in his heart, and his face

There was also an excited smile.

"Of course, I, Pang Yan, keep my word, but you have to wear clothes. I don't want to lose my body before getting married. Although you are still a student, I see greed in your eyes.

, the desire to take me as your own." Pang Yan stared at Qin Hao's dark eyes and chuckled.

Pang Yan's first sentence sent Zhang Yan to heaven, and the next sentence directly sent him to the eighteenth level of hell. Under the ups and downs, the expression on Zhang Yan's face turned from gloomy to sunny to rainy.

Xue, anyway, was unhappy. When she thought of Pang Yan's tempting black silk pajamas and the bursts of body fragrance, she felt relieved. Something was better than nothing.

"Pang Yan, it's getting late, let's go to bed!" Zhang Yan grabbed Pang Yan's wrist and walked towards the bedroom. Although he couldn't take off his clothes and sleep together, but being in such close contact with a woman, besides

Besides Mu Xiantong, Pang Yan was the first one.

Opening the bedroom door, the two of them walked in. Zhang Yan couldn't wait to get into the bed. Pang Yan looked at Zhang Yan's actions, took off his crystal sandals with a half-smile, and opened a corner of the space quilt.

He sat on the bed with his buttocks and stretched his slender thighs into the bed. He was worried about encountering Zhang Yan's secret weapon like last time. Pang Yan was very careful with every move he made.

Turning off the lights, the two of them lay on the comfortable bed and stared at the ceiling, each thinking.

"Zhang Yan, are you really not worried about my age? I am several years older than you? If I really marry you, how will you explain it to your parents?" Pang Yan suddenly spoke and broke up the bedroom.

In the silence, she still couldn't get out of the shadow of their age.

"The female junior is holding the gold brick. I am eighteen this year, and you are twenty-one, which is exactly three years older. From now on, we will definitely be able to hold the gold brick and laugh from ear to ear every day. Besides, I don't have parents, so you don't have to

Let’s stop arguing about this issue. Don’t worry, your life will be wonderful in the future.” Zhang Yan comforted Pang Yan, hoping to get her out of the shadow of her grade.
Chapter completed!