Clenching her fists, she frowned, suppressing her temper and was about to speak, when she heard Jun Yucheng's lazy and uncaring voice coming from beside her.
"One punch is a million, right?"
Hearing this voice, Ji Ran turned her head subconsciously. Unexpectedly, Jun Yucheng had already led the young master to stand beside her.
Seeing her sideways glance, he gave her a reassuring smile, as if to tell her that as long as he stood here, no one could lay a finger on her.
Inexplicably, when he saw Jun Yucheng's eyes at this time, all the hesitation in Ji Ran's heart slowly calmed down.
Jun Yucheng cast his eyes on the man surnamed Wu, and with just that glance, the man surnamed Wu was so frightened that he subconsciously shrank his neck back.
That kind of look, even without any movements or expressions, just looking like this, has a lethal aura.
Swallowing, relying on the wishful thinking in his mind, he began to straighten his back confidently, thinking that Jun Yucheng would not dare to make things worse.
However, sometimes, some people think they can guess Jun Yucheng's inner thoughts, which is a kind of self-destructive behavior.
Seeing Jun Yucheng's beautiful eyes, he blinked slightly, looked at him, and repeated the question just now, "You want one million for that punch, right?"
"Yes...Yes."
He swallowed, looked at Jun Yucheng, and said tremblingly.
"Okay, of course."
Jun Yucheng looked completely relaxed. What might be a million in the eyes of others was the same as a hundred dollars in his eyes.
Seeing him lazily taking out a check from his arms, writing a series of numbers on it, handing it to the man named Wu, he opened his thin lips and said softly:
"Here's ten million, take it."
The man surnamed Wu still didn't quite believe what Jun Yucheng said. When he took the check handed over by Jun Yucheng, his disdainful eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately started to smile.
Putting the check in his pocket, he smiled a little proudly and said, "For the sake of your sincerity, forget it, son, let's go home."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the little boy who was still crying, and planned to leave.
As soon as he took a step, Jun Yucheng stopped him with his hand.
He frowned impatiently, looked at Jun Yucheng, and said, "What are you doing? Do you want to regret it?"
"No. How could it be?"
Jun Yucheng's smile also looked particularly lazy. He pointed in the direction of his pocket and said, "There are ten million there."
Before the man named Wu could realize the meaning of Jun Yucheng's words, he lowered his eyebrows, looked at the young master, and said:
"There are still nine punches left. You can continue to punch. If it's not enough, I can add more money until you feel happy."
The first person to be shocked by Jun Yucheng's words was not the man named Wu, but Ji Ran.
Seeing her standing in front of him quickly, she took the young master out of his arms and said, "Jun Yucheng, do you teach your son like this?"
She glared at Jun Yucheng displeasedly and blurted out the rest of the sentence without feeling anything wrong.
Jun Yucheng, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment when he heard Ji Ran's words. Then, a look of joy appeared in his eyes that made people confused.
Looking up at Ji Ran's dissatisfied face, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened.
Xiaoran.
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Has she subconsciously admitted that little Shao Qian is his son? She clenched her fists, frowned, suppressed her temper and was about to speak, when she heard Jun Yucheng's lazy and indifferent voice coming from beside her.
"One punch is a million, right?"
Hearing this voice, Ji Ran turned her head subconsciously. Unexpectedly, Jun Yucheng had already led the young master to stand beside her.
Seeing her sideways glance, he gave her a reassuring smile, as if to tell her that as long as he stood here, no one could lay a finger on her.
Inexplicably, when he saw Jun Yucheng's eyes at this time, all the hesitation in Ji Ran's heart slowly calmed down.
Jun Yucheng cast his eyes on the man surnamed Wu, and with just that glance, the man surnamed Wu was so frightened that he subconsciously shrank his neck back.
That kind of look, even without any movements or expressions, just looking like this, has a lethal aura.
Swallowing, relying on the wishful thinking in his mind, he began to straighten his back confidently, thinking that Jun Yucheng would not dare to make things worse.
However, sometimes, some people think they can guess Jun Yucheng's inner thoughts, which is a kind of self-destructive behavior.
Seeing Jun Yucheng's beautiful eyes, he blinked slightly, looked at him, and repeated the question just now, "You want one million for that punch, right?"
"Yes...Yes."
He swallowed, looked at Jun Yucheng, and said tremblingly.
"Okay, of course."
Jun Yucheng looked completely relaxed. What might be a million in the eyes of others was the same as a hundred dollars in his eyes.
Seeing him lazily taking out a check from his arms, writing a series of numbers on it, handing it to the man named Wu, he opened his thin lips and said softly:
"Here's ten million, take it."
The man surnamed Wu still didn't quite believe what Jun Yucheng said. When he took the check handed over by Jun Yucheng, his disdainful eyes suddenly lit up, and he immediately started to smile.
Putting the check in his pocket, he smiled a little proudly and said, "For the sake of your sincerity, forget it, son, let's go home."
After saying that, he turned around and picked up the little boy who was still crying, and planned to leave.
As soon as he took a step, Jun Yucheng stopped him with his hand.
He frowned impatiently, looked at Jun Yucheng, and said, "What are you doing? Do you want to regret it?"
"No. How could it be?"
Jun Yucheng's smile also looked particularly lazy. He pointed in the direction of his pocket and said, "There are ten million there."
Before the man named Wu could realize the meaning of Jun Yucheng's words, he lowered his eyebrows, looked at the young master, and said:
"There are still nine punches left. You can continue to punch. If it's not enough, I can add more money until you feel happy."
The first person to be shocked by Jun Yucheng's words was not the man named Wu, but Ji Ran.
Seeing her standing in front of him quickly, she took the young master out of his arms and said, "Jun Yucheng, do you teach your son like this?"
She glared at Jun Yucheng displeasedly and blurted out the rest of the sentence without feeling anything wrong.
Jun Yucheng, on the other hand, was stunned for a moment when he heard Ji Ran's words. Then, a look of joy appeared in his eyes that made people confused.
Looking up at Ji Ran's dissatisfied face, the smile at the corner of his mouth gradually widened.
Xiaoran.
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Have you subconsciously admitted that Xiao Shao Qian is his son?