Rebirth of the Little Military Wife

Song Lingling's heart twitched!

She looked at Jing Yijun in surprise: "You...would you like them?"

There are many excellent girls in the school, it's okay for Jing Yijun to like others, but if he likes Song Nuoyu...

Tsk tsk, poor eyesight!

"What do you think of Song Nuoyu?" Jing Yijun looked at Song Lingling with a slight smile.

Song Lingling curled her lips: "It's better to like me than Song Nuoyu."

"Song Kaiming wants to marry my family, marry his most precious daughter to me, and ask my family to save his company. What do you think?"

"Of course I am against it! But, is my objection valid?"

"Why didn't it work?" Jing Yijun raised his eyebrows.

"Does your family like me?"

"If you don't like you, why would you give me an idea to make the box a common property of our husband and wife?"

"..." Song Lingling's eyes dimmed.

"Song Lingling, why are you feeling inferior?" Jing Yijun changed his sitting position and raised his legs.

"I... I don't feel inferior."

"It's better not to have low self-esteem. Don't always think about such useless things as bad birth and not worthy of dating with me!"

"Then I ask you, you have to answer me seriously."

"Just ask."

"Did you fall in love with me because of the box, or did you like me so you fell in love with me?" Song Lingling didn't think she was so attractive.

"Do you think I look like a dying person?" Jing Yijun looked at Song Lingling with a smile.

Song Lingling shuddered: "You don't really like me, do you?"

Jing Yijun shook his head helplessly: "What a silly girl."

—

the next day.

Jing Yijun showed up at school with Song Lingling on a bicycle.

He's still riding his old bike, but now—

"Wow, Trek? Yoshitomo Nara Speed ​​Concept!"

"Trek? Yoshitomo Nara Speed ​​Concept?!"

"Holy shit, what if the Trek? Yoshitomo Nara Speed ​​Concept, that's a car in millions!"

What is Trek? Yoshitomo? NaraSpeedConcept, Song Lingling does not know.

But when she heard several million, her heart seemed to be grabbed by a hand, and her eyelids even twitched.

millions?

How many million dollars does Jing Yijun ride?

She once watched on TV that bicycles were auctioned for tens of thousands abroad.

There is a model called Butterfly, and people are queuing up to want it at a price of 8 million.

Poverty limits imagination, this sentence is too reasonable!

Isn't it okay to buy a four-wheeled car for a few million?

Jing Yijun threw the schoolbag to Song Lingling: "You go into the classroom, I'll park the car."

Jing Yijun is a top student, and there are not many books in the schoolbag, which is very light.

She carried her schoolbag and walked towards the teaching building.

Jing Yijun was surrounded by stars.

Song Nuo language is also among them.

I didn't know he was Gu Jiajia's son before, so he felt shabby no matter how I looked at it.

Now that he is known as Gu Jiajia's son, no matter how he looks at it, he feels extremely honorable.

From the surprise of her classmates, she knew that the bicycle he was riding was worth several million.

I used to secretly laugh at him for riding a bicycle to school every day, but I didn’t expect—

Song Nuoyu really regretted her ignorance.

She walked up to Jing Yijun and showed him what she thought was the most perfect side.

She looked at Jing Yijun with a smile: "Master Jing, I haven't ridden a million-dollar bicycle yet, can you lend me one?"

Jing Yijun stopped suddenly, raised his chin slightly, and looked at Song Nuoyu with unfathomable eyes.

Song Nuoyu felt flattered to be looked at by him like this.

She smiled even sweeter.

Everyone thought that Jing Yijun would agree, and looked at Song Nuoyu enviously.

"You haven't eaten S yet, do you want to eat it?"