Marriage sprouting: Mr. Fu's favorite

Fu Chenxi next to him covered his mouth with clenched fists and coughed twice.

Even if Cheng Nuo hadn't been poisoned by his stern peripheral vision, he couldn't have accepted it: "No, Yang Zhihao, listen to me, I do have no grudges against you because of our similar experiences, but that doesn't mean we're going to be together. .”

When the words fell, she finally withdrew her hand after refusing, and he smiled lightly without saying anything.

Cheng Nuo felt guilty: "Emotional matters cannot be forced, do you understand?"

As she spoke, she carefully glanced at Yang Zhihao's expression. She didn't want to emphasize it any more, but instead of being indecisive and not saying it to death, there would still be ambiguous procrastination, so it's better to refuse once.

But feelings are not as simple as she thought.

It's always been women who fall on his hands, how can he stumble on women's hands.

Although she had clearly refused, Yang Zhihao still didn't want to give up.

He explained with a faint smile: "I didn't want to force you, it was just out of a man's desire to protect."

Protection is compassion, right?

After thinking about it in his heart, Cheng Nuo sighed and said, "I'm fine, I can protect myself."

Yang Zhihao gave her a white look: "You're just trying to be brave, climbing a tree, poking a bird's nest and falling down, and crying."

Cheng Nuo rubbed his forehead, wondering how much he remembered about her childhood?
She curled her lips and said, "That was when I was a child, it was different."

Yang Zhihao sat peacefully on his seat and hummed, "I think it's similar."

Cheng Nuo's mood became even more gloomy, as if she had chosen Lu Yixuan herself, but she still cried in the end.

Yang Zhihao didn't want to see her unhappy, so he resolutely flipped through the phone, which was probably a photo from more than ten years ago.

Those photos that have been taken for a long time have already passed through his N mobile phones, but he is still reluctant to delete them.

Yang Zhihao flipped through the memory book and held the phone in front of her: "I'll show you something."

The first thing Cheng Nuo saw was grandpa. He was sitting in a racing car, but it seemed to be Yang Zhihao's racing car.

At that time, grandpa was known as the God of Cars. Later, when he met grandma, he faded out of the racing circle, but Yang Zhihao still found grandpa. Although grandpa refused many visits during the period, it happened to be an accident with him.

Maybe Yang Zhihao hit it off with his grandfather.

Cheng Nuo looked at the photos of how time flies and couldn't help sighing, wondering if grandpa hadn't left so early, would the family be different now?At least grandma doesn't have to bear the pain of a white-haired person sending a black-haired person alone, right?

Yang Zhihao suddenly said next to her: "Little Nuonuo, let's have another match when the auction is over! Last time if I didn't deliberately let you go, you wouldn't be able to beat me!"

Cheng Nuo just looked at him without blushing.

If it wasn't for the car accident that made it difficult for her right hand to even hold the chopsticks, she would have surpassed him by a few seconds, and would have left him a few ways!
"You don't have to let me."

Yang Zhihao's face was full of affection: "I'm afraid you won't win me, so I won't be able to legitimately cooperate with you! If I can't cooperate, I won't be able to legitimately help you, and I won't be able to stand by your side."

Cheng Nuoshen didn't focus on the key point logically, but focused on a key point: "That means you set me up!"

Yang Zhihao's elated expression, ready to accept compliments, suddenly faded away.

Someone next to him gave a schadenfreude sneer, Cheng Nuo subconsciously turned his head, and caught a glimpse of Fu Chenxi with a half smile, leaning on his beautiful woman in his arms, playing a game on his mobile phone.

She didn't care what he laughed at, but she was right to think that he had bad intentions.

After a short 10-minute break in the auction, it was the last auction item that was the most important item of the day.

The courtyard house in Cheng Nuo's house.

This courtyard house has a long history, and it is indeed 200 years as stated in the information presented above.

The real estate agent once took a fancy to the land of their family and lobbied heavily, but was turned away.

Moreover, some people deliberately found their father and said that they would spend 3000 million to buy their house. The father thought that the old house was passed down from generation to generation, so he had no intention of selling it, and grandpa would not allow it at that time.

It's just that now that his family is in decline, Cheng Nuo has nowhere to appeal for those trumped-up charges.

Even the old house could only watch as it was sealed and put up for auction.

After the auctioneer's introduction, the people below whispered to each other. Cheng Nuo didn't like hearing those fearful words. They said on the left that it was a greedy man's house, and on the right that the feng shui of the house might not be good.

Otherwise, how could the Cheng family be ruined.

No one knows better than her why their family was ruined.

However, the culprit behind was still listening to those people's contempt for the Cheng family with a satisfied smile.

When the auction started, not many people raised their placards, which Cheng Nuo thought was a good sign.

Secondly, due to the addition of the father's case, the starting price of the old house is not high, 300 million yuan.

Bearing the brunt is still Yang Meiling.

She lazily shouted: "400 million!"

At first, her price increase was at least 200 million, but this time she only raised it to 100 million.

It seemed that she didn't want Cheng Nuo's house to be auctioned at an exorbitant price, and she still wanted those people to stick to their bad ideas.

Yang Zhihao snorted, as if he didn't want to waste time with her, he directly raised his sign: "2000 million!"

Cheng Nuo was dumbfounded, and was about to ask him why, but Yang Meiling was even more impatient than her: "Yang Zhihao, you must be sick!"

Yang Zhihao looked back at her: "Shouldn't you be the one who is terminally ill?"

Yang Meiling glared angrily.

After the auctioneer shouted 2000 million for the second time, she immediately raised her placard: "Twenty-one million."

Yang Zhihao snorted dismissively, and didn't raise his cards again, as if everything was in his expectation.

Because some people raised the price one after another, this made it impossible for the old house to be unknown.

Cheng Nuo was also surprised that there were so many people auctioning off her house after everyone was indifferent.

But with such a sign, she didn't know whether to be happy or worried. Seeing the price rise to 3000 million...

She thinks these people are crazy!
It's as if the money came from the flood, but Cheng Nuo covered his head when he heard it, because if he kept shouting like this, he would never be able to pay off the debt in his entire life, right?

Unexpectedly, Lu Yixuan also participated in it: "3000 two million!"

After he shouted out 3000 and [-] million, Yang Meiling was taken aback and looked at him strangely: "What do you mean?"

Lu Yixuan actually wanted to take pictures of the house and give it to Cheng Nuo as atonement, but after Yang Meiling questioned...

He smiled and said, "Young Master Yang is determined to win, I raised the price, what's wrong?"

Regardless of whether it was Yang Zhihao who took the picture or he did, his ultimate goal is to return the Cheng family.

With Yang Meiling's matter, he already owed too much, and with Cheng Nuo's father's matter, he didn't help at all, so this time he just wanted to do his best.

It's just that rather than letting Yang Zhihao hand it over to her, he still hopes to hand over the old house to Cheng Nuo himself.