Luo Liyan stood up quickly, pushed him away a little, and then looked up and down Yi Zehao.
"What? I'm going to become your husband soon, so I don't know him?" Yi Zehao spread his hands, circling in front of Luo Liyan, and asked jokingly.
"Bah, I just want to see how brave you are. Even my grandfather and my father are so pure, kind and honest that you have the nerve to lie." Luo Liyan stared and closed the door behind her backhand.
But before he could turn his head, he was tightly wrapped into his arms by the man behind him.
His slightly cool lips rubbed against Luo Liyan's neck, with a strong taste of infatuation.
Luo Liyan's legs were a little weak from being lifted up, and she leaned most of her body strength on his slender arms.
Feeling the vainly rising temperature of the little guy in his arms, Yi Zehao couldn't help but let out a pleasant chuckle.
The deep laughter, stuffed in the chest cavity, was like a small subwoofer, deafening.
Luo Liyan's head buzzed, and then shyly pushed the man behind him with his elbow.
"Didn't you say you've already bought the house next door? Why don't you live in it?" She coughed lightly and asked angrily.
Yi Zehao leaned his chin lightly on Luo Liyan's shoulder, and said lazily, "I just bought it, and hired a worker to knock out the decoration on the opposite side, you can first think about what you like to pretend. "
Luo Liyan was stunned for a moment, she never thought that he could be so caring, just wanted to be moved, but then realized that he was not caring at all, but that he didn't like to use things that other people used. .
However, thinking that all the decorations in my home are in Chinese style because of selling antiques, my eyes lit up immediately, "Then European style, I like the white rural style."
"Okay." Yi Zehao didn't quite know what she was talking about, but he agreed readily.
"No!" Luo Liyan suddenly seemed to think of something, and clicked softly, "Are you selling the antiques in your tomb?"
"No." Yi Zehao hugged Luo Liyan tightly, and rubbed it gently, "When I was buried, I sold a lot of gold bricks, and I found a place to melt those bricks. , and sold it.”
"You can even afford a villa, how much gold did you sell?" Luo Liyan suddenly felt that she might not be very good at mathematics, and she couldn't even figure it out.
"I sold gold for 300 gold, and the current price of gold is 350 a gram. After buying the villa, I still have 35 million. Now it is in the bank card, and we can exchange it." Yi Zehao said taking the gold from his pocket. A card was taken out.
Looking at it, Luo Liyan felt her eyes hurt, "Are you selling all the gold bricks in your tomb?"
"No, it's only sold for less than one tenth." Yi Zehao replied very casually, as if to say something particularly worthless.
Luo Liyan's heart trembled when she heard it.
Even if it is one-tenth, wouldn't it cost more than 500 million to sell all the gold bricks in his tomb? !
Tsk, I really came here to do business, didn't I come to hug my thigh? !
Luo Liyan expressed deep doubts about this mission.
But they are all his own men, he will not dislike himself for being poor, nor will he dislike him for being too rich.
"You don't need to give it to me, you can keep it. If you want to do something else in the future, this can be regarded as your starting capital." Luo Liyan resisted the urge to confiscate the card, and moved his hand to the side Pushed.
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[Kneel begging for a ticket for the cutie, and a monthly pass!]