My Virgin Mary! Nemolan almost burst into tears. The entire wardrobe was filled with luxury brands that she never dared to think of on weekdays, and even limited editions!

Seeing that Ni Molan didn't say anything, the maid asked, "Don't Miss Ni like these? These are all new models released today. I sorted out some of them yesterday. If there is no suitable one, I will change them to another batch immediately."

"No, no," Nimolan got out of bed, walked barefoot to the closet, staring deeply at the dazzling clothes, and asked, "You said, I can choose any of these clothes, right?"

"Of course." The maid said confidently.

Nimolan suddenly sneered, she patted her forehead and said to herself: "Silly, why did I forget it? I think it's the fiancée of the Balik family's prince... This kind of thing should be ordinary..."

"But they are not mine after all, aren't they?" Finally, the maid heard her say in a loud voice.

Yes, she can choose to wear these clothes at will, and she also loves brand-name clothing that ordinary girls love. However, she cannot indulge in the glory of nothingness. After all, she is still the ordinary Nimolan who needs to work hard on her own hands! If she didn't really fall in love with them, she must leave with dignity. She is not a woman who betrays herself in the face of wealth!

Ji Moxuan stood in front of the window and looked at Ni Molan, who was still wearing the trash clothes that were yesterday, frowned and asked to the maid Ni Molan behind him, "What did she say?"

"She said: Those clothes do not belong to her, she cannot wear them." The maid told Ji Moxuan what Nimolan said when she refused.

Ji Moxuan let go of the curtains in his hand and blocked the sunlight. In an instant, the maid in the dark room couldn't see his expression clearly.

After a long time, he ordered, "Take all those clothes away."

When Nimolan arrived at the office, she called Chief Ni at home. Who knew that no one answered the phone on the other end of the phone. As soon as she put down the phone, there was a voice message prompt. Nimolan had an ominous premonition and answered it with a stinging bullet.

"Lan Lan, Dad is leaving for a while. Over the years, Dad has always wanted to go out alone to see where your mother wanted to go back then, and use my eyes to help her see the world. You have been working for your father since you were sixteen, saving money and not even having a decent good clothes. Dad is a rough man, not as much as you read, but Dad lives longer than you and will be more optimistic than you. The boss of the Balik family is a good person, he just said that he is a good person.

It will definitely give you a better future. You no longer need to give up your dreams to keep me. Come on, my daughter, use all this to realize your dreams! Never stay by my useless dad! If you still don’t want to marry the Balik family, then please think about the 20 million that I owe to others! Remember, don’t mention the money that my dad owe to them in front of others, leave some dignity for dad, so make money well and pay it off one day!”

"The voice message has been broadcast. Please press..." The idea sounded on the phone, calm and quiet.

Nimolan lowered her hands weakly, and tears flowed out unstoppable. What is this and what, saying it was for her own good, and she also asked her to pay off her debts for her father. Should she be angry or sad? It's inexplicable! Damn, what's going on now? Do you have to marry into that gorgeous cage?

"Ni Molan! Why are you stupid? Why don't you copy the information quickly! The meeting will be held soon!" The manager whispered through the entire office.

Nimolan almost threw the phone out, relieved her emotions, wiped her tears and started to work. She kept herself busy and not disturbed her for the time being!

After a while, one morning passed. When I raised my wrist and looked at my watch again, it was already past twelve o'clock, and she was the only one left in the huge office without eating. Her temples were pounding, and the feeling of fatigue came in an instant.

At this time, the phone rang very out of place.

Unfamiliar number.

"Hello?"

"Have you had lunch? I happened to pass by. If you haven't eaten yet, how about you?" The low voice of the man from the other end of the phone was very imagining with the man he met last night.

Nimolan asked uncertainly: "Are you... Ji Moxuan?"

A low laughter passed, stimulating Nimolan's nerves like an electric current. He only heard him say, "Who else would I be? Do you have other boyfriends?"

"Ah, no, you misunderstood..."

"I'm kidding, don't take it seriously. I haven't made an appointment with a girl, so I don't know how to please you. But I took a brief tutoring session. Having a meal together at noon is the best way to enhance your feelings." Ji Moxuan seemed to be in a good mood, and his low voice became very light.

Nimolan held the pen in his hand crampedly, not knowing whether to refuse or agree.

However, the other party did not seem to be planning to give her the chance to refuse: "I'm right at the door of your company, so hungry." The tone was obviously a tone of acting coquettishly towards her lover.

After hanging up the phone, Nimolan tidied up the corner of her clothes and ran downstairs for a moment.

In ancient European fairy tales, the princes were greeted by his princess on white horses. Nimolan thought he was ordinary and had nothing to do with the word princess. However, when she saw Ji Moxuan leaning against the white Bentley car and greeting him with a dignified manner, she really mistakenly thought that she was a princess, and her prince was about to lead her to a happy life.

"Didn't it cause you inconvenience?" Ji Moxuan raised the corner of his mouth, smiled brightly, and asked with concern.

The eyes of others swept over and said "No", which was obviously a lie, but this "inconvenience" seemed to be good. Nimolan pursed her lips and shyly shook her head.

"That's good, I'm afraid it will cause trouble for you, after all, it's too temporary."

"No, I didn't have dinner with me at noon anyway." Nimolan found her voice and responded to Ji Moxuan's smile.

Ji Moxuan raised his eyebrows and naturally held Nimolan's hand: "Then, let's go to your company restaurant to have dinner together! I really want to taste the food you usually eat!"

"Ah? This..." Nimolan obviously hesitated.

Ji Moxuan's dark black eyes moved slightly, and then turned into a crescent shape: "Isn't it possible? I really want to taste it. I want to know everything about you. Only in this way can I be a qualified boyfriend."

A huge emotion invaded, and he, the eldest son of the Balik family, begged for the sake of understanding himself. How could he bear to refuse that beautiful face and pure smile?

Nimolan nodded relievedly and agreed, "Okay, I don't think you will like it."

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