Chapter 89: Sell yourself to me personally

"What does two million and three million mean?"

His tone sounded casual, but Ji Xianyan was a little nervous inside.

He was worried.

Wen Jiu was just talking about money with the old man.

Would she not bother her if she gave her two million and three million?

"That," Wen Jiu raised his eyebrows, glanced at the hanging chair next to him, sat down calmly, and his voice was gentle: "It's just a deal that was not negotiated."

trade--

The boy's dark pupils slightly contracted, his eyes were a little dark, his cheeks had faded, and he looked pale and haggard.

Is there enough money for a deal not negotiated?

He looked at the girl's beautiful face, and the darkness in his eyes became increasingly dark, as if he was hiding a little danger.

Wenjiu met the boy's gaze, and a very shallow smile appeared on the corner of her mouth: "You are so beautiful today."

When Ji Xianyan heard this, he thought to himself that he would not be deceived by her this time, but his ears still became hot.

Damn it.

"Don't say it again." The boy's voice was a little cold.

Wen Jiu lowered her eyes and looked at her palms, and the smile on her lips became a little deeper.

Stop talking?

"Don't you like to listen?"

This sentence is not a question, but a positive sentence.

The boy's eyes flashed slightly, and he retorted: "I don't like it."

Too much.

How can you talk nonsense?

"No," the girl's voice was gentle and serious in the night, and her laughter sounded low, "You like it."

Very nice.

Ji Xianyan's thoughts were in a daze for a moment, and some sound seemed to overlap with her in the deepest part of his mind.

He stared at the girl sitting on the hanging chair and frowned.

It seemed like something was going to break through the cage, but was imprisoned.

The boy's eyes were pitch black and his voice was deep: "I don't like it."

"Tell me directly, if you can't reach an agreement with the old man, I'll talk to you."

Isn't it just asking for money, he gives it to you.

Stop pestering him anymore.

Wenjiu curled her lips, lazy and casual: "Child, are you planning to sell yourself to me personally?"

"Yes." After the words came, Ji Xianyan realized something was wrong, "What did you say just now?"

Wen Jiu stood up from the hanging chair, walked to him with his slender legs, and looked down at his delicate face, "What I'm talking to you is to pay him two million and three million a month, you'll live with me."

The night wind blows, but every word is clear.

You have been with me—

The boy's ears were suddenly occupied by these words.

His eyes flashed slightly, burning from the root of his ear to his neck.

So, she didn't get close to herself for money, because she liked it?

In order to verify the bet between Pei Shijin in my heart, Ji Xianyan asked directly this time: "Didn't you approach me for money?"

Wen Jiu frowned, thinking it was outrageous, and suddenly smiled.

She raised her slender hands and gently rubbed his hair. She spoke quickly but also spoke freely, "I never care about money."

This sentence fell into Ji Xianyan's ears, and the subtext was - I only care about you.

So, she really likes herself.

The boy's mood suddenly became a little complicated and heavy.

This is the first time he has been loved so seriously by a girl.

He pursed his slightly white lips and hesitated to say something.

Wenjiu took back the hand that rubbed the boy's head, and a trace of incredible flashed through his beautiful almond eyes.

The stable energy I absorbed this time was actually more than the previous few times combined.

She curled her lips with satisfaction.

It can be relaxed for a while, and there is no need to think about how to coax the child.

The toolman Ji Xianyan knew nothing about this.
Chapter completed!