First Lady

The manager at the beginning of Huayang saw the situation and pulled back the prepared princess. After asking the waiter to serve the wine, he left quickly.

Ming Ye took the red wine from Chu Qiao, shook the glass slightly, the scarlet liquid swayed, and took a sip with an elegant yet arrogant posture.

Without looking at Yuan Shanlian, she said lightly:

"You are quite courageous. You didn't take anyone with you when you came to my territory. Do you really think I won't kill you?"

Yuan Shanlian finally withdrew her eyes from the TV, turned her head slightly to look at Ming Ye, and smiled charmingly and enchantingly. [

"I heard that your old lady has lost her memory!"

He pronounced the word 'Old Lady' very clearly, and looked at Ming Ye playfully.

The corner of Ming Ye's mouth twitched, thinking of the woman at home who had lost her memory and had a strange personality, there seemed to be a depression in her chest.

But he still looked cold on the surface, and there seemed to be no fluctuation in his eyes.

"I heard that the plaything you raised abandoned you and ran away with someone."

Sure enough, as soon as Ming Ye said these words, Yuan Shanlian's eyes suddenly darkened.

Like a cobra preparing to attack its prey in the desert, it hides endless murderous intent.

Chu Qiao secretly wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Sighing secretly, are these two people here to talk about the 4000 million munitions, or to expose each other's family problems.

Yuan Shanlian put down the wine glass, leaned back and completely sank into the sofa, and said lazily:

"Young Master Ye's hobbies are truly despised."

"Each each other."

Ming Ye took another sip, the 82-year-old Lafite tasted good, and his mood seemed to be a little better.

He cast a wicked glance at Yuan Shanlian on the opposite side, and said arrogantly.

"I'm too lazy to talk nonsense with you, so don't buy 4000 million, just one billion. When I'm in a good mood, maybe I can sell you a piece of news by the way."

Yuan Shanlian sneered, her red lips were alluring, "One news is 6000 million, tomorrow night, you can be more black-hearted."

With a paralyzed face, Ming Ye shrugged indifferently.

"For others, this news is indeed a bit expensive, but for you, I really think it's less."

"What's the meaning?"[

Ming Ye said slowly: "I think you still don't know your little toy, where is it now?"