Help! The evil boss of flash marriage is made to blush every day

Wang Ping's eyes flashed with greed for money.

Shen Xian had long expected that she would say these words, so she leaned back on the soft pillow behind her without any surprise. She wanted to see the wonderful scene where Wang Ping was humiliated.

Rong Yan's face remained as usual. He opened a brand new can of plum candy from the drawer under the table, opened one from the inside and fed it to Shen Yan's mouth.

Then he filled up Wang Ping's tea, pulled out a paper towel and wiped his tea-stained hands, and said unhurriedly: "I wonder what the second aunt thinks is an appropriate betrothal gift?"

Wang Ping rolled her eyes: "Five hundred thousand!"

Rong Yan slowly took a sip of tea.

When she didn't get a response, Wang Ping thought she had shouted loudly and hesitated: "Then...three hundred thousand?"

Shen Yue flashed disdain at the side, thinking how much this man loved her, but in the end he couldn't even give her a gift of five hundred thousand.

Wang Ping felt a little uneasy when she never received a response. The price of [-] yuan could not be lowered. No matter how low it was, she would not be able to pay off her gambling debts. This dead girl was counting on her to be able to make one last fortune for herself, but in the end she couldn't even make five hundred thousand.

"inappropriate."

Rong Yan uttered two words in a deep voice.

Wang Ping was anxious and was about to speak when she was interrupted by the man's next words.

"My Jiaojiao certainly deserves better. Five hundred thousand..." He smiled contemptuously: "It's too little. I'll give it a thousand times more!"

Shen Yan's back teeth suddenly clicked as he was chewing plum candy, and he looked at Rong Yan as if he were looking at a fool.

Rong Yan continued: "In addition, [-]% of the shares of Rong's Group will belong to Jiaojiao, and I will give Jiaojiao a proportion of the hotels and shops under Rong's Group."

He looked at the dumbfounded Shen Geng with a hint of endearment.

Wang Ping's jaw dropped in shock. She pinched Shen Yue's thigh hard. She didn't let go until Shen Yue cried out that it hurt, "Yue Yue, mom heard you right."

"That's right." Shen Yue couldn't hide her jealousy, but she felt better when she thought that this sky-high price gift would soon be her family's.

Wang Ping knelt down in front of Rong Yan. She hugged Rong Yan's hand and said, "I can rest assured that I'll leave it to you. Thank you so much."

Rong Yan withdrew his hand without leaving a trace, and Shen Yan thoughtfully handed him a tissue. Rong Yan took it and wiped his hands without hesitation, then threw it into the trash can: "However, I will do a property notarization, these things They all belong to Shen Geng alone and are free gifts."

Even if they get divorced, these properties still belong to Shen Geng and no one can covet them.

The duck in the mouth flew away, and Wang Ping became anxious: "Mr. Rong, Shen Geng was raised by us. Naturally, this gift must be given to our family. You can't..."

"You raised her? Haha——" Rong Yan's voice suddenly turned cold: "After Jiaojiao's father left, I don't need to tell you how your family treated Jiaojiao. Later, when she was taken to the Huo family, she never I received a penny from you, and now you come here to ask for a betrothal gift from me? Do you really think that I, Rong Yan, am a fool?"

Shen Xian was shocked and silently lowered her eyelids. This was really the first time someone said such a thing for her.

Wang Ping bit the dead skin on her mouth, but still refused to give up and said: "Then we have raised her, so it is right that she should give us some."

"Second Aunt, you are still like the old bark on the tree. You are getting thicker and thicker." Shen Xian chuckled: "I remember that after I got a job, I would put money into your card every month. A sum of money can be considered as your expenses for raising me for a period of time after my father left. It is still enough for now."

Wang Ping was speechless. Indeed, the money given by Shen Xian was quite a lot, but she had already gambled it all away.

"You, before you gave birth to me and raised me, why should you ask for a betrothal gift from me? From now on, I will no longer transfer money to your card. If you keep entangled me, I don't mind going to court."

Wang Ping gritted her teeth: "Even if what you said is true, then you can't let go of our blood relationship, so you should give it to me."

This is already a scoundrel, typical if you don't give me money, I won't leave.

Rong Yan dialed the phone, and after a while, two security guards came in and dragged Wang Ping and Shen Yue out.

Wang Ping kept yelling and cursing: "You damn girl, if I had known I would have sold you to an old man in the west of the city..."

Shen Xian acted as if he didn't hear her and never looked back. He still ate her sweet plum candy...

There was an undercurrent in Rong Yan's eyes, and he gave the security guard a look.

The security guard understood immediately and dragged Wang Ping to an unmonitored corner and beat her severely...

Rong Yan closed the door, and the little girl was watching videos on the sofa with her back turned, laughing lightly from time to time, as if she was not affected at all.

"Honey, are you satisfied with the gift I gave you?"

Rong Yan hugged her from behind.

Warm breath sprayed on the back of her neck.

"It's good, but I don't need it." Shen Xian turned off the phone, turned around, his almond-shaped eyes were clear and serious: "Thank you very much for saying those words for me, and thank you for saving my face, but what you said I Do not want any."

"why?"

Shen Xian avoided his eyes: "Anyway, our marriage is just a formality. We each get what we need. We will eventually get divorced."

She didn't want to owe him anything.

Hearing this, Rong Yan slowly let go of the hand holding her, sat on the other side of the sofa, lit a cigarette, and the smoke rose, covering his face and emotions, and only a vague whisper could be heard. He muttered: "Yes, we will get divorced eventually."

Shen Xian had to go to the company to work in the afternoon, so he went back to the bedroom to change clothes.

And Rong Yan was suffocating a cigarette with one hand, his legs crossed, and his eyes were dark. Divorce? Don't even think about it.

He dialed his assistant's number: "Notify the media that my marriage, which was suppressed two days ago, can be announced." Then he went back to the study and took out his cherished marriage certificate, clicked it with his mobile phone, and sent it. Circle of friends.

Well... now, the whole world knows that they are married.