His words made me stunned for a moment.

Jiang Jingya's father blinked his eyes twice and smiled: "Maybe I can't express it clearly, I want to ask you, what kind of purpose are you doing these things to achieve now, do you have any specific plans for your future?"

"My plan, my plan, is to make money, make enough money, and give Xiaoya a future that I can afford. I bit my lip and whispered, even though I always knew what I wanted, I didn't know how to describe it in words, and sitting in front of him, I felt an indescribable inferiority.

"Is making money a plan?" his expression was still very calm, but there was a hint of domineering: "If making money can also be regarded as a plan, then the workers in the factory and the fish seller in the vegetable market should all be called a group of people with ideals." ”

"Uncle Jiang, you didn't say that. I pressed down the words that had reached my lips, and smiled helplessly at him: "Forget it, how can you be reasonable when you are old." ””

That feeling is very powerless, like a tiger holding down a sheep, no matter how the sheep cries, it will definitely not be able to escape the fate of being swallowed alive.

The same thing, the rich people do it and the poor people make the opposite effect, the rich people eat vegetables called health, and the poor people eat vegetables can only be called shabby.

Maybe looking at my expression was a little unhappy, her father exhaled and said, "Wang Lang, I don't want to use the elders' frame to oppress you anything, and you don't have to have any resistance to me." ”

"No, I'm not resisting. "I'm grinning duplicitously.

He smiled slightly, snapped his fingers, and immediately another waiter came over and poured half a glass of red wine for us, he took a sip of the wine glass like a gentleman, and then looked at me and said, "Back to the topic you just said, as you said, you want to make a lot of money and give Xiaoya a high-quality life, right?"

I tapped my head twice: "Yes, I said that." ”

"The quality of life you mentioned, can't she have it now? I can't give you a luxury house or a famous car?" he raised his eyebrows and asked me: "As long as she wants, she can live a good enough life in any city." ”

I blurted out, "But that's not what I gave." ”

Jiang Jingya and his father spread their hands on the table, looked at me without blinking and asked lightly: "Wang Lang, you overestimate yourself, did you give it, that kind of life doesn't need my daughter to work hard, your so-called high-end quality of life, I can give Xiaoya now, why does she have to suffer with you for a long time to get it?"

"I said, that's not what I gave, I didn't give it, Xiaoya doesn't necessarily want it!" I gasped, stared into his eyes and said, "Uncle Jiang, I know that you must be richer than me, richer than me, but I want to ask you, did you have today's status in a day or a year?"

"That's not what I'm talking about." Her dad retorted.

I took two deep breaths, looked at his father and said: "I just want to ask, if you have today's status in one day, if you say yes, I won't say a word, and immediately propose to Xiaoya to break up in front of you, if you are like me, you have walked through this confusion, then please give me a while, let me prove myself, and prove that Xiaoya's choice is not a mistake." ”

From the time I sat down tonight until now, I have been playing a particularly talkative bitter haha, basically I nod yes to everything he says, and this is the only time I have spoken to him in a retortive tone.

Hearing my firm words, Jiang Jingya and her father were silent for a long time.