The chaebol boss, spoiled

Chapter 1390 1422 Who cares about her! 7
What is ideal?It is an illusion that is beyond reach, and even if you stand on tiptoe hard, you can't reach it.

Although her job is not short of money and earns a lot of money, it is impossible for her to be thoughtful and elegant, to decorate carefully, to enjoy the life of hugging a pillow, lying in this warm apartment, watching TV, and taking care of her husband and children.

Xingluo got up, pushed open the sliding door, stood on the balcony, the whole city was under her feet, looking down from here, the ground was full of sparks, so beautiful, she wanted to own a house, overlooking the night view of the whole city.

"Leng Yeming, for this apartment, if you offer me a price, I will buy it, and it will be double the price."

"..." No one paid any attention to her.

Xingluo was not reconciled: "You choose a new location and buy one for your golden house, Gillian. With her taste, she must be a woman with a lot of time. It's okay to redecorate one, how about it?"

She turned around and stood leaning on the railing. Because of the high floor, the night wind was a bit strong, making her long hair flutter.

It's so beautiful.

Leng Yeming stood in the room and looked out, narrowing his eyes for a while.

"How about you say something?"

Leng Yeming closed her eyes, walked to the sofa and sat down, took the remote control to change the station, lay there comfortably with her long legs crossed, and then glanced at her from a distance: "Don't dream, how much is this apartment? I won't sell it for money, this is my wedding room!"

In a word, Xingluo was a little caught off guard, his head was stunned, and the smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Marriage room?

He is getting married?He is 28 this year, and he can indeed get married, but his heart, at that moment, was defeated.

Leng Yeming didn't turn his head to look at her face, and stared at the TV intently, with his long legs resting on the table, his hands on the pillow behind his head, looking around, the apartment was as big as furniture, as small as the coffee table. The cups were all bought by him one by one, and the murals on the wall were purchased with a lot of money at an auction. It took him a whole year to decorate them all.

He has never put his mind on this kind of thing in his life, maybe only once in this life.

"come over."

Leng Yeming yelled, but no footsteps could be heard.

"What are you thinking, are you deaf?" Leng Yejing's gaze finally turned to the balcony, and his eyes fell on her face, squinting lazily: "Close the balcony door, and don't let the cold rain come in."

Xingluo was in a daze for a long time, forced himself to walk into the room calmly, closed the door, tried not to show any emotion on his face, and then raised a composure smile: "You want to marry the one who put on makeup and I can't burn it Gray and good-looking woman?"

"Do you mind?" His eyes locked on her, unfathomable.

Meeting his probing gaze, she thought for a while, then smiled, her teeth were bright and white, extremely alluring.

"Of course, if you find someone prettier than me, I can accept it. If you find someone like that, you're slapping yourself in the face. I'm afraid you won't be able to take it out. Didn't I tell you?"

Leng Ye's eyes suddenly turned cold, would she not mind finding a pretty one?

"It's not her, she's a beautiful lady from a great family, well educated and reasonable, graceful and luxurious, you don't need to worry about that!"

"Really?" He has so many women now! "But if you entertain me in the wedding room, aren't you afraid that your future wife will show you how uncomfortable she is?"

"When will the woman I trained and trained by Leng Yeming dare to show me face? Don't worry about the nosy things you shouldn't ask!"

(End of this chapter)