"Is there anything else? If not, I think we can go!"
Nangong also ignored someone's small resistance, hugged her tightly, and walked away under the gaze of everyone.
"President Mu, please find someone to clean up here!"
Feng Xiaoyu looked at the two people leaving, and a dark flash flashed in her eyes. Is Nangong Yi still so domineering, declaring his ownership like this?
Only Xia Qianrou pouted, looking very depressed, looking at the group of beautiful models behind her and a big box in each hand, poor her! The dead right son just left like this, leaving her with such a shabby mess.
But she was in a good mood today, so she helped clean up.
Hehe... Ming Ming - Ming Ming - her Ming Ming - Xia Qianrou's infinite pleasure.
Youer was forced by Nangong Yiban to return to the single villa. At the door, there was a super orange sports car parked. In the sun, the sports car exuded a strong golden light.
"Dead Iceberg, let me go——"
You'er's eyes were shining brightly as he looked at the sports car in front of him, his eyes filled with enthusiasm that he had never seen before. At this moment, the sports car, covered with gold, caught your eyes.
"Wow! The ghost sports car and the Koenigsegg CCR are so handsome! Who is so generous? It's so cool!"
The right man carefully stroked the body of the car. This was the latest model, the size of a Yaya head. It is said that it sold for 45 million, 45 million! It is enough for 100 ordinary people to live comfortably for a lifetime.
"Pig, do you like it?"
Nangong also saw the car, and a cold light flashed through his eyes, he was here.
"I like it, of course I do! Forty-five million!"
You'er answered without hesitation, only looking at the supercar in front of YY, not noticing the undisguised displeasure in someone's tone.
“Do you like cars or money?”
Nangong Yi's pupils shrank and his eyes showed a fierce light, as if your son would die immediately if he said one wrong word.
"They all like——"
The right child almost drooled onto the car and nodded desperately. Soon, she found that the temperature around her dropped rapidly, making her shiver with coldness.
Facing Nangong Yi's expressionless handsome face, he walked forward, stood up on tiptoes, stretched out his little hands, patted a certain handsome guy's face that was as black as the bottom of a pot, smiled brightly, and said:
"Bingshan, you are so stingy! You won't even be jealous of the car! It looks good, but it's definitely not as good-looking as you. I like money, but driving this car is just a waste of money! Why not do it right, 2