C358 Sane Mind

Everyone wanted to have such a dream. A dream about being woken up by bundles of money.

"This is too arrogant!" Ye Yuni slammed the door and Deng Yujin also followed angrily, "That's right. He's even more arrogant than your mom. Compared to Chi Jiayong, he's a low version 1.0."

Halfway through his sentence, Deng Yujin turned around and saw Ye Yuni rolling her eyes, holding onto the steering wheel and not moving, "Hey, I'll say, Deng Yujin, don't just call my mom arrogant, your mom is also very arrogant."

Deng Yujin hummed twice and said, "Actually, you really want to be the kind of person like Chi Jiayong, right? Sitting on a private plane and playing all over the world all day, returning to Japan in the morning for a watch in Switzerland, drinking sake in the evening, switching back and forth between English and French in a high-class hotel. When people call your cell phone, it will always be converted into a voice mail. "Even though he's a bulky bitch!

Ye Yuni took a deep breath, turned around to Deng Yujin and said angrily, "You're right!" Deng Yujin had a look of "I can't take it" on his face. He leaned to the side and was ready to hit the gas pedal to leave.

"If I could be her, I would rather live in the basement!"

"Even if you live in the basement, you still won't be able to become Chi Jiayong, and if I could become someone like her, I would rather lose ten years of my life," Deng Yujin glanced at Ye Yuni sideways, "Because living in the basement is the same as Jia Wanrou insisting that she wants to lose weight in order to become as thin as a Vimy model. That's impossible!"

After saying that, Deng Yujin turned around to look at Ye Yuni's face. Her eyes were filled with worship for love, she was so infatuated with Deng Yujin who was so rational and clear-headed, just like how Ye Yuni thought that any emotion could be measured by scales and could be accurately measured to the last three digits of the decimal point.

He remembered that when he first met Ye Yuni, the two of them quarrelled for the first time. Deng Yujin was drunk, so he slammed on Ye Yuni's door. When Ye Yuni opened the door, she saw Deng Yujin's red and drunk face.

A couple who had just fallen in love, like many vulgar young couples, experienced tugging, anger, scolding, hugging, and kissing. The two of them snuggled together on the sofa.

Ye Yuni laid in Deng Yujin's arms, touching Deng Yujin's little face and said with a heartache, "You must have a stomachache after drinking so much alcohol."

Deng Yujin shook his head and hugged Ye Yuni even more tightly, "No, what I drank was low purity brewing, and before that, I understood the purity of the red wine and also ate the stomach protecting medicine. Don't worry."

At that time, when Ye Yuni saw Deng Yujin, who was rational and clear-headed even after drinking too much, she was so mesmerized that she had not come out even now.

Jia Wanrou, Ou Ney and Ye Yuni's special assistant, Millet, were standing on the street. The shadow of Ou Ney's sports car was reflected on the window behind them.

There were three of them, but there were only two seats in the car.

"Ou Ney wore a white down to his knees down jacket, the hat at the back was surrounded by a circle of black feathers, which made his face look like a prince in a fairy tale." He rubbed his hands together and breathed to his palms while talking to Millet, who was half in shadow in the dark. "Why don't you take Jia Wanrou back first. After all, she's a girl. I'll just take a taxi back.

It was extremely difficult to take a taxi in this place, because there were several luxury cars parked in the garage of any of the owners' homes, and inside sat a driver in white gloves who was waiting twenty-four hours a day for a summons.

Millet's gaze slowly swept across Jia Wanrou's face as if nothing had happened. He hesitated for a second, but Jia Wanrou took a deep breath and rubbed her hands, looking even more troubled than Millet.

"Big sister, you're just sitting in my car …" Millet raised his hands and shook his head.

Jia Wanrou looked worried. "What if you plot against me?"

The moment he said that, Millet's expression froze, as if he was biting a sour lemon. He didn't know whether Jia Wanrou was joking or talking seriously, so he looked at Ou Ney and explained, "She's afraid that you will molest her!"

"NO!" I'm crazy?! " Millet immediately waved his hands and his face flushed red. Ou Ney's handsome face instantly collapsed and his mouth twitched like a stroke. "I am only making a metaphor."

Three minutes later, Ou Ney was sitting on the passenger seat of Millet.

Jia Wanrou saw a pair of familiar sports cars flashing on the road. She learned that it was Chi Shaojun's family's chauffeur who specifically took her home. Her expression was like a weasel pouncing on three white beagles that were strolling on the street with gleaming eyes.

Millet and Ou Ney's car drove for half an hour and finally broke down after passing through a pine forest with large leaves and needles on both sides.

The car stopped in the woods on the outskirts of the city. Millet jumped off the car to check first, but he didn't see anything. When Ou Ney was about to go down to check, the situation was even worse.

The atmosphere inside the small and hot car changed subtly. Millet was sweating when he got back to the driver's seat. He took off his sweater, revealing the white shirt underneath. Thinking about it, he felt that it wasn't good, so he put it on again.

Just as he wanted to say something to break the awkwardness, he saw Ou Ney's head was lowered and his face was red. He was anxious and angry.

Millet's Adam's apple rolled and he loosened his tie. Just as he was about to speak, he saw Millet blushing like a tomato, and whispered shyly, "I, I want to go to the toilet …"

Chi Shaojun walked into Chi Jianong's room. Chi JianRong looked up from the document, handed the contract to him and said, "I asked you to consider the Lin family's marriage. What is your decision?" Chi Shaojun lowered his head and said in a low voice, "I already have someone I like, mother."

"That Ann Qianxi?" Chi Jiayong's eyes flashed with a sharp light. Her face that was covered with expensive maintenance looked ten years younger than her own, "Didn't you get cancer? When will you die?" Chi Shaojun's heart felt like it was being tightened by a huge net.

"Mother, Qianxi has undergone surgery. She has recovered well." he said humbly.

"Do the media know about your relationship?" Chi Jiaorong raised her head from the document and stared at Chi Shaojun.

"Um... "I know."

"Is it possible to kill her, but it doesn't seem to have anything to do with us?" In the darkness, the sprout broke through the soil, and the moment it broke through the soil, the sound of the egg shell breaking was heard.