C1039 Great Lord Give Us Some Money
C1039 Great Lord Give Us Some Money
Whatever she did, she would think from his point of view.
Did he want a grand wedding to take revenge on his aunt?
Good.
A beautiful maiden worth billions of gold would definitely hold the wedding ceremony even more than the marriage alliance between Yue and He Lan.
As for spending so much money, Hua Yeshen would never consider whether the Elders Guild would be displeased and send people to stop them.
As long as the great King is here, those shameless old men can forget about turning the tide.
The reason was very simple. Whose family's servant was able to deceive their master like this, making Yang Xiao very proud of being a pauper?
Ah, no, not pride, shame, shame, anger!
It was one thing for those people to not come, but to come?
Hehe, don't even think about eating an upright cucumber.
However, in order to hold a grand wedding that would crush a mountain, the Herons' wedding wasn't something that could be accomplished with just a simple touch of their upper lip.
They had to prepare in advance in large quantities.
The questions of the venue, the banquet, and the wedding dress didn't pose any problem to Hua Yeshen at all.
The question was, which heavyweight guests should be invited to attend the ceremony.
Don't forget, Lee Nanfang hoped that their wedding ceremony would be held within Seven Stars Club.
He was afraid of comparison.
At that time, if there were too many guests at Yue Zitong's wedding and Hua Yeshen only had two or three kittens at her wedding, Sister Yeshen herself would be killed on the pillar without Lee Nanfang even needing to say anything.
He couldn't afford to lose face.
But the problem was, just like beauties, they were always in a rush for resources, and so were the guests in the aristocratic circle.
A few hands counted. In China, there were only so many people that could become important guests.
If nothing unexpected happened, these guests should all have received invitations from the Yue Clan and Helan Family.
Don't look at the Buddhist Sangha.
In China, no one wanted to offend Yue or He Lan, so when the time came, they would definitely attend the wedding.
It wasn't a shady marriage, but a proper marriage, where people had to show their faces.
In this way, all the guests went to Yue Zitong's wedding. Who would come to Hua Yeshen's wedding?
In the eyes of the older generation, Director Hua had a great background. After she sent out the invitation, the Patriarchs of the large and powerful families would probably have a headache over this matter.
Only the soldiers could travel to the same place on two separate roads to attend the two weddings.
So the question came up again.
Who was sent to attend Yue Zitong's wedding and who was sent to attend Hua Yeshen's wedding would become a difficult issue for the Patriarchs to decide.
After all, it was impossible for two people of equal prestige to appear in every clan.
Honestly speaking, Lee Nanfang proposed to repay Yue Zitong with his wedding. Not only did he add insult to trouble her, he also added obstruction to the rich families.
Hua Yeshen was also very clear of this logic.
But she didn't care.
Even if she had to stab a hole in the sky, she wouldn't hesitate to do it, not to mention that it was just a grand wedding for her husband.
Could there have been only two or three kittens at the wedding?
It doesn't matter.
As long as he had Lee Nanfang, it was fine!
Hua Yeshen wouldn't blame those wealthy families for looking down on her.
It was because of her — she didn't care about the so-called Wealthy Class at all.
In any case, she would have to work overtime to prepare for this grand wedding in a dozen days.
He would definitely be busy. How could he possibly have the time to play around here with such a shameless person?
"Wait."
Just as Hua Yeshen, with a small bag on her shoulder, quickly walked to the door, Lee Nanfang called out to her.
Hua Yeshen turned around and shrugged her shoulders, pretending to be helpless. "Hubby, what's wrong now?"
Lee Nanfang smiled embarrassedly: "Are you rich?"
Boss Lee was a billionaire now, so much money that even his toes couldn't count.
However, he was still at Yue Zitong, Sui Yueyue, and Shangdao Yinghua's place.
When he had rushed back to his hometown, David Bai, who had always been generous, hadn't given him much money. Now, it could be said that he was completely broke.
Where can a man with no money go at night?
Looking at the embarrassed Lee Nanfang, Hua Yeshen covered her mouth and giggled for half a minute before stopping with great difficulty.
She knew that the reason Lee Nanfang asked for money was because he didn't want others to know that he had returned.
Otherwise, his plan of holding a wedding with Hua Yeshen to confront Yue Zitong would have failed.
"What's so funny about that?" Isn't it perfectly natural for a husband to ask his wife for money? "
Only someone as shameless as Lee Nanfang could make such a reasonable statement.
Hua Yeshen walked over, took out a bank card from her bag and handed it over.
Lee Nanfang was about to take it, but she withdrew it and said, "Smile for me."
Before yesterday, Hua Yeshen, who had always been gentle and courteous with an air of nobility, would never have been able to say such words.
She said it now.
This proved that she was currently very happy.
Lee Nanfang could do countless disgusting things to make others feel disgusted, but he would never be willing to break Hua Yeshen's happiness.
Immediately, he smiled obsequiously, "Thank you for the gift."
"Yes." "Be good."
Hua Yeshen tried her best to suppress her laughter. She swallowed down what she wanted to say and raised her hand — she just wanted Boss Lee to throw her down.
It also confirmed what the seniors of the perverted world often said: "Once a woman lets go, the world will change color."
"Great sir, welcome to come often next time."
Boss Lee enjoyed the flirting with beauties. He reluctantly sent her to the door and leaned on the doorframe. His charming eyes were constantly looking at her as he stuffed his fingers into his mouth.
Disgusting.
Hua Yeshen left.
He was filled with happiness.
Just like knowing that Lee Nanfang would be watching her from the window, she blew him a kiss as she waved to a taxi and got in the car to close the door.
This familiar action reminded Boss Lee of his White Peony.
Well, men are such things.
Unless he broke his third leg, he always ate in a bowl and looked at the pot.
Ten minutes later, Lee Nanfang slowly walked out of the hotel chain and headed west along the sidewalk.
Under his ribs was the bag of clothes Yang Xiao had stolen, the shoes.
He had slept with Sister Yeshen for almost an entire day. Although he had done a lot of those harmful work, due to his abnormal physical attributes, he was not tired and was instead full of energy.
Could it be because he was too hungry?
He had been in bed with Hua Yeshen all day and hadn't even taken a sip of water. It was because of his physical strength that he didn't feel hungry.
There was a small restaurant not far ahead, Lee Nanfang decided to go there first to make up for his hunger.
What should he do with the pile of clothes in his hands?
Can't keep it under my ribs?
A dignified one, Man, with a suit worn by a woman to attract attention, would be mistaken for a bad person.
Judging from Lee Nanfang's vision towards women's clothing, it was naturally not too expensive.
But it wasn't something that a worker was willing to buy.
It's just a pair of shoes, you can't buy it without three or two thousand.
Thus, Lee Nanfang was certain that the owner of this set of clothes must be someone with a small capital.
He did want to return the clothes, and he heard Yang Xiao mention that it was stolen from the hospital across from the hotel chain.
But he couldn't.
Firstly, Yang Xiao didn't say which building's locker room he stole it from.
Secondly, the owner must have reported the matter. If he were to send clothes now, he would be walking right into a trap and would have to suffer severe punishment from the law.
Thinking about it, Lee Nanfang could only throw away his clothes.
Then, he sincerely wished the beauty who lost her clothes to buy the lottery ticket as soon as possible. Who knows, she might even win the lottery.
When they were almost to the restaurant, Lee Nanfang saw a green trash can by the side of the road.
Within fifteen meters of a small restaurant, there must be a trash can.
"Hai, I'm sorry."
Lee Nanfang sighed. Just as he was about to throw his clothes into the trash can, he heard someone behind him coldly say, "Can a single apology make up for the loss of Chiang Morann?"
The corner of Lee Nanfang's eyebrows twitched. His action of throwing away the clothes froze in midair.
Only after a full ten seconds did he slowly turn his head around and see a figure that couldn't be considered to be a magnificent figure walking slowly up the stairs of the restaurant.
Eating with someone like Jinghong Ming was a type of torture.
Firstly, he would always take the initiative to treat them, but he would never order food that could fill a person's stomach.
Secondly, he was like a mute. He never said anything when he ate, and his slow and careful eating style was very regular. It made people feel like he was just a machine for eating.
Third, he might be angry.
When he walked into the restaurant, Lee Nanfang had a chance to escape.
However, he could not run away. Otherwise, the streets and alleys would be filled with wanted posters for him within half an hour.
Plus, he was someone who truly cared about Lee Nanfang.
Otherwise, why would he raise a lover for Mao?
Therefore, Lee Nanfang could only hold onto his clothes and sit opposite to him obediently. Lee Nanfang could only sit across from him obediently and look at the list of items on the menu, such as ginger, nectar, and tofu.
Didn't he know that Boss Lee was in desperate need of meat to recuperate?
What was even more infuriating was that he only ordered two dishes and a bowl of rice, completely ignoring the waiter's supercilious look.
It was obvious that he was going to eat it, Lee Nanfang thought.
Lee Nanfang couldn't lose his temper yet.
When the elders show you the colors, you actually hold back your neck to play with your temper, that's just asking for a slap.
Fortunately, Jinghong Ming wasn't a cold-blooded person.
After half an hour, he finished two plates and a bowl as clean as a dog licking, then he picked up a tissue and wiped his mouth. He said to Lee Nanfang, who was swallowing his saliva and holding his stomach with one hand: "Wait, there will be someone to eat with you and drink with you. You can eat as much as you want. Even if you bathe with wine, that person will only stare at you lovingly. "
He didn't say who it was.
Lee Nanfang did not ask -- Jinghong Ming had already said so when they were outside.
"Tenth Uncle, I don't want to reveal the news of my return to the country, but I didn't mean to hide it from you …"
Just as Lee Nanfang said this, he was interrupted by Jinghong Ming: "I know. No need to say anymore. "
Lee Nanfang still said: "I don't know if this clothes will be hers. A big devil stole it for me. "
"Shut up and listen to me tell you a story."
Just when Lee Nanfang pretended to take the water glass casually, Jinghong Ming took the kettle away first and started to tell him a story.
Jinghong Ming felt that Lee Nanfang only when tired and hungry, Chiang Morann's story will be deeply remembered.
Lee Nanfang could only scratch his ears to show that he was listening attentively.
At first he was distracted by his growing hunger.
But after listening for a while — believing that someone had put a knife to his neck and told him to go eat — he would not eat.
If Lee Nanfang was still in the mood to eat, would he still be considered human after learning that Chiang Morann had fallen in love with him and entrusted all her longing for him to that pair of shoes?
"Alright, I've said everything I need to say. What do you think now? "
Jinghong Ming took out a cigarette and lit it up.
Lee Nanfang thought about it and said, "I will tell her that as long as she doesn't mind me being a married woman, I will treat her well for the rest of my life."