Commodity prices and men

  "Hello, Young Master Ye and Mrs. Ye."

  "Better fewer but better."

  A few people greeted each other, warmly and quietly calling out in sorrow, trying to minimize their presence.

  She curiously glanced at Cheng An Ya, this gentle and beautiful woman was Ye Fei Mo's mother, how did she not match the image of a fierce tigress in her mind?

  Cheng An Ya smiled softly at her, a warm and sweet smile, but in her heart she muttered, can a female demon also smile so gently?

  Ye Fei Mo's eyes swept across her, seeing her smile brightly, and he couldn't help but think to himself: idiot, judging people by their appearance, when she was being taken advantage of to the point where she couldn't even live or die, she still didn't know what was going on, this kind of naive personality really makes one want to bully her mercilessly.

  "Mr. Fang, are you bringing your girlfriend here for dinner?" asked Cheng An Ya.

  Fang Liu Cheng smiled and said: "Yes."

  Ye Fei Mo's face sank, his cold eyes drifted towards Wen Nuan, and she shivered all over. Ye Fei Mo's gaze was indeed sharp, and she hastily said: "I'm not your girlfriend."

  "Huh? This voice sounds a bit familiar?" Cheng Anya raised an eyebrow, Fang Liucheng glared at Wen Nuan, and Cheng Anya thought the young couple was having a tiff, so she didn't say anything.

  "What poor eyesight." Ye Fei Mo uttered a sentence in a neither positive nor negative tone, it was unclear who he was talking to. Cheng An Ya was very surprised, this son of hers had always been indifferent and never paid attention, yet he could actually speak up, what a miracle.

  Wen Nuan knew he was talking about himself, held back a breath, and Fang Liu Cheng said: "Ye Er's young master's eyesight doesn't seem to be very good either."

  Cheng An Ya smiled lightly, she agreed with this sentence.

  "Your eyesight is really good, you picked up a single bean sprout."

  In the small elevator, gunpowder splattered everywhere, and Cheng Anya also felt something was off.

  Do they have a grudge?

  Can't bear it anymore, no need to bear it, a warm and faint smile, just expressing feelings, "In these years, the prices of things are getting higher and higher, men are getting cheaper and cheaper."

  Cheng An Ya let out a snort of laughter.

  Golden sentences are coming... Collect them, la la la, soon I'll be able to update several thousand in one day.

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