About the fact that my opening elf is Little Nebula

Even though Ning'an was about half a hundred years old, he still had more suitors abroad than he could count with ten slaps of his face.

She is mature, charming and has a strong aura of [-] meters, which has never diminished with the passage of time. She is more popular with foreigners than the stunningly beautiful but slightly green Lu Qingqing.

Not to mention, she also owns countless wealth and has repeatedly been on the rich list.

As for the fact that she is married, it is not a problem at all in the eyes of some gringos.

It doesn’t matter if you get married, you can get divorced!

Morality?Morality is nothing!

British princes can cheat on married women openly and openly, so what are they worried about?

Song Xiufeng's sense of crisis was naturally heightened and he could not underestimate the shamelessness of the gringo.

Ning Anping rested at his daughter and son-in-law's residence for two days, and on the third day he went to give a lecture at Columbia University. He used crutches to keep moving, and he arranged all his wife's smart clothing and jewelry.

The topic of the speech was about financial market forecasting, and there were some uncommon terms that Lu Qingqing could only partially understand.

If you don't get in touch with powerful people, you won't know your own shortcomings.

She really had to study harder. Lu Qingqing looked at Ning Anping with admiration.

She was very beautifully dressed today.

Her short hair was dyed deep burgundy, which made her look very good, and her skin was fair and delicate, making her very young.

Some people believe her when she says she is in her 30s.

A pleasant mental state and expensive maintenance from the inside out are really a panacea for retaining youth. Even Lu Qingqing couldn't believe that the beautiful woman in front of her was the middle-aged woman who came to her home and met her more than a year ago. ?

Ning Anping looked so haggard at that time, he looked older than Song Xiufeng.

Lu Qingqing sat in the audience and hid her mouth and snickered.

The eyes flowed, shining like the moon.

"What are you laughing at?" Fu Yisheng held her hand, put it to her mouth and kissed it.

"My dad. Look at the jealous look on his face. He's almost squeezed out of his juice. You can smell the sour smell from a distance." She looked up and saw Song Xiufeng's angry eyes, directed towards an old foreign man named Jack. And go.

Fu Yisheng glanced at him and said, "It's me, I'd be jealous too."

A man who doesn't feel angry when his wife is coveted is not a man.

Lu Qingqing smiled and looked at Jack who was walking up to the podium.

Naturally blond and blue-eyed, I estimate that he looks about 70 to [-] years old, and his fair skin has become saggy.

The clothes and watches are all high-end custom-made, and he is definitely richer than Song Xiufeng, who gave all his wealth to his wife. He also made no secret of his admiration for Ning Anping. When Ning Anping finished his speech and took questions, he quickly sent a large bouquet of red roses.

A bouquet of red roses, delicate and fragrant, with sparkling dewdrops.

Ning Anping declined politely and pointed to Song Xiufeng next to the podium with a smile, "Mr. Wilson, my husband is here. We have a good relationship. If you do this, he will be unhappy."

"Song? I know him. He doesn't have the capital to take care of you now." Jack said very straightforwardly.

If you don’t have capital, you just have no money!

In the capital market, status is often judged based on capital. The aristocracy has long since lost popularity, and many aristocrats are so destitute that they must marry wealthy businessmen to support their extravagant lives.

Ning Anping smiled and said, "All his capital is in my hands, and I don't think he has the capital to take care of me."

Song Xiufeng glanced at Jack proudly.

Gringos will not understand the sincerity of a man handing over his salary and the sense of security it brings to his partner.

When Ning Anping saw this, he was both angry and funny. He glared at Song Xiufeng, and his meaning was very clear: Why do you care about a foreigner whose culture and customs are very different from ours?

Song Xiufeng said in a very serious tone: "We must fight to the end!"

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