"Jiang Yu, marry me." Time had forced her into a corner. Jiang Yu looked at the president, who proposed to her in a domineering manner, in a daze. She took out a walkie-talkie from her waist and patted his head. She stomped on the speakers with a domineering and coquettish smile, "If you want to marry me, then buy me the television station first." Fu raised his eyebrows slightly and threw a black gold card without hesitation. Long fingers lifted her chin and said, "Now, can you marry?"