Lord Wen's goblin is a full-scale boss

Chapter 121 The Olive Branch Throwed by Big Brother Yao

"impossible!"

Without even thinking about it, Lemon Custard simply refused.

If grandma is her spiritual support, then her love for motorcycles is her belief.

Be it grandma or motorcycle, she couldn't give up one of them.

Ning Cui looked at Wuyao, at Wuyao who was still hard to conceal her beauty despite the mask covering her face, "You can do anything else you want me to do, except my love for motorcycles, the only thing that I don't care about." will give you."

Tapping the table with his fingers, Wuyao rested his chin on his hand and looked at Lemongrass, "But apart from your enthusiasm for motorcycles, there is nothing else of value, which is what I need."

Wu Yao has too many other things, so much that she no longer needs them.

After hearing Fifth Yao's words, Ningxi was in despair, "Why did you choose my passion for motorcycles?"

She thought that she had found hope in a desperate situation, but before she could grasp this ray of hope, the gleam of light was cut off in an instant.

When asked, Fifth Yao stroked his hand on the table, and pen, ink, paper and inkstone appeared.

I saw her writing something on the white paper with a pen, and Ning Xi looked at it, but couldn't see why.

After finishing writing, Wu Wuyao turned the black and white paper to Ning Xi, "I don't have what you have except enthusiasm, I have everything else.

I'm a businessman and I only want what I don't have.I have what I have, and I won't want it anymore, and if I want it, it is equivalent to waste. "

Her gaze fell on the paper, and Ningxi glanced over it, the densely packed words made her scalp tingle.

On the paper that can be seen at a glance, there are written things that she has never seen before, "Wu Yao, why do you think that you can manipulate other people's lives at will?"

'Ding', after snapping his fingers, the pen, ink, paper and inkstone in front of Ning Xi disappeared.

Fifth Yao fanned the folding fan, and looked at Lemongrass lazily and casually: "I just throw out an olive branch at the right time and on the right occasion. It will always be you who make the choice."

Said she manipulated other people's lives?
It's a joke, she just gave a ray of light to a desperate person.

If you don't want to, you can avoid this filter and don't make a choice.

Human beings are really ridiculous. They want to have both, but they don't want to pay the price and lose something.

Trying to take a deep breath, Nengxi calmed down, she looked at Wuyao calmly: "Why is it just me, I am not the only one who loves motorcycles!"

Seeing Yu'er's heartbeat, Wuyao's lips curled up slightly, and his tone was relaxed and elegant: "You are indeed not the only one who loves motorcycles. But you are the only one who lives in such a mess like you. So far, you are the only one.

The enthusiasm that is irrigated by your innocence is hard to come by. "

After finishing speaking, before Ningxi could react, Wuwuyao had already come up with an abacus to settle an account for Ningxi.

"You pawn your enthusiasm for motorcycles, and I will let your grandma live a long life and be healthy.

The old man is seventy-three this year, and I will add another 27 years to her life.

Being with you for 27 years is an extravagant wish that many people spend their entire lives in, but you can't even ask for it. You can consider it! "

The quick calculations ended with the end of the voice, Fifth Yao's eyes were lazy, and he looked at Ningxi with spring in his eyes.

Her conditions are attractive enough, and the next step is Lixie's choice.

To be honest, Ning Xi felt that she was finished.

She completely became a fish in Wuyao's hand, unable to break free from her palm, and was very moved by the bait she dropped.

However, both spiritual support and faith are indispensable to her.

After thinking about it, Ning Xi stood up and looked at Wu Wuyao: "Your offer is very tempting, but I think I can't accept it.

I really want my grandma to be healthy and live a long life, but motorcycles are my belief, how could I give up my belief in life! "

Fifth Yao was full of smiles, eyes like cold pools: "No problem, you still have one night to think about it."

　Good afternoon.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)