Out of control and sinking

"It's just a string of Buddhist beads. I don't have 300 million, but I still have 30 million."

Jiang Ruan said quite relaxedly.

But only she herself knows how many scenes and commercials she filmed day and night, and how long it took her to earn back the 30 million.

But so what, spending money on your man is worth it.

Moreover, Jiang Ruan has never given him any expensive gifts.

After hearing his words, Bo Ye's Adam's apple rolled, and he was about to reach out to pinch her chin and kiss her.

By chance the auctioneer came.

Fluent Chinese: "Miss, these are the beads and certificates you just took photos of. All the documents are here. How do you pay for them?"

Jiang Ruan took out a card from his bag: "Swipe the card."

After taking it, the POSS machine clicked.

The clear voice came, and Jiang Ruan's heart couldn't help but hurt even though he was hesitant.

After all, this is 30 million.

If converted into RMB, it would be enough to beat a person to death.

Alas, money is something that cannot be taken with you in life or death.

Don't feel bad for Jiang Ruan.

After brushing the money, the people at the auction left, coming and going in a hurry. After all, there were still benefactors waiting for them to brush the money.

Jiang Ruan picked up the Buddhist beads and said, "It's quite heavy. Put it on and let me see."

She took his right hand and was about to put it on when Bo Ye said, "Wait a minute."

I saw him taking off the string of Buddhist beads on his wrist, and reaching out to him: "Wear it."

Jiang Ruan's eyes fell unconsciously on his hands. His fingers were well-defined and slender, and every joint was extremely long.

She swallowed and couldn't help but sigh: "With such beautiful hands, it would be a pity not to be a hand model."

Bo Ye laughed angrily, knowing that she was controlling by hand, he raised his hand and flicked it between her eyebrows: "Little nympho."

In a doting tone: "I want to be the one, but someone has to dare to take it."

Jiang Ruan agreed: "That's right." "But if you work as a hand model, it will definitely be the most expensive hand model in the country. I think you will make more money than I did filming."

Jiang Ruan clicked his tongue: "You are chasing after God to give you food."

With that said, she put the beads on his wrist.

Completely different style from the previous one.

Bo Ye's previous string of Buddhist beads was too restrained and low-key, but this string exudes luxury, is thick, and the gilt font is eye-catching, giving people a refreshing feeling.

It also suits his aura better.

After all, Bo Ye is not a low-key, restrained person who uses all his edge.

"nice."

Staring at the Buddhist beads, Jiang Ruan's black eyes shone brightly. She praised and asked him: "How is it? Do you like it?"

Speaking of this, she remembered something.

"Oh, I seem to have forgotten to ask you if you like it just now, but a good man's ideological consciousness is that he likes everything if it comes from his woman."

She playfully stuck out her tongue at him: "So are you a good man? This is a gift from me. You must not like it."

Bo Ye laughed angrily, put the tip of his tongue against her lower molar, raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, he laughed angrily and said, "You've already finished your nice words, what can I say?"

"Then do you like it or not?"

Jiang Ruan said earnestly: "I feel like I have a kinship with it. When it was served just now, I felt that it matches you very well and is yours."

She said, winking at him.

It feels like a kitten trying hard to please its owner.

Little did he know that in Bo Ye's eyes, it was more like a warm invitation.

Unhealthy images flashed through his mind. His throat tightened and he licked his thin lips, feeling inexplicable desire.

Staring at the beads, he responded: "Yes, I like it."

(End of this chapter)