At this moment, the femme fatale woman showed a sweet smile at Mengyu, which had to make Mengyu's heart become vigilant: what did she want to do?

Yang Meiying has an elegant demeanor: "Classmate Jiang, thank you very much for saving my son Gu Chen, I am here to thank you." ”

Mengyu complained in her heart, it has been a few months since she saved Gu Yi's four people, if she wants to thank her, she won't thank it a long time ago, but now she can thank her, can she believe it?

She remained polite: "No thanks, I'm just going to do it." ”

"Why don't you thank you? Our Gu Chen wanted to thank you, but he couldn't find you, so he didn't come to thank you for so long, didn't you blame him? Then he was going to be sad. ”

Mengyu almost couldn't keep smiling, what do you mean by this? Could it be that you want to beat your aunt's idea?

She rolled her eyes, and suddenly changed her attitude: "In this way, then you should really thank me." However, I know that you upper-class people behave by the rules and don't let yourself owe favors. Then let's do it, you just give a meaning of 180,000. In the future, we will not owe each other. ”

When Yang Miying heard Mengyu's words, the contempt in her eyes couldn't be hidden. Hehe, 108,000, he only needs 108,000 to accept favors, and he is really an uninformed and greedy hillbilly.

Doesn't she know how rare it is for the Nan family to be a favor?

She forcibly held back her contempt and kept herself smiling: "You girl, how do you say this? Do you think that my son is worth a hundred and eighty thousand?"

The color of the dog's legs on Mengyu's face became stronger: "Ah, I'm really embarrassed, I thought it would be good to save a noble young master, and it would be good to get 12,000 yuan, after all, we don't have 10,000 households in our village so far, if I get 10,000 back, it will be 10,000 yuan, if I get 20,000 yuan back, it will be 20,000 yuan."

I shouted a hundred and eighty thousand, but the strategy of shouting the price, wearing a three-foot hat, ready to be stabbed, but Auntie, what you said is also right, how can your son only be worth 108,000, hundreds of millions are less, however, I can't ask for so many no, it's better to have a hundred thousand. ”

Yang Meiying almost vomited blood, she obviously didn't mean that, okay?

is still a million, although her family Gu Ming is a high-level in the army, it is just a little higher salary. But no matter how high it is, it's only a few hundred yuan a month, and she can't take out 108,000 yuan.

Although the eldest son is in business, he doesn't make much money, and it is only hundreds of thousands of dollars. The liquidity is only seventy or eighty thousand.

Hundreds of thousands, is that what she can take? If she can really take it, I'm afraid her Gu Ming will be in the cage.

Moreover, when Mengyu said this, how can he feel like selling his son? Can a son be measured by money?

She pretended to be a relative: "You child, how can my son be measured by money? ”

"Oh, that's a joke. Mengyu pretended to be annoyed and muttered in a low voice: "I thought that you people in high society were generous in throwing money to repay the favor, but it turned out that you were just saying thank you in your mouth, and there was no reality at all." ”

Although Mengyu muttered quietly, it really reached Yang Meiying's ears.

Yang Meiying almost spurted out a mouthful of old blood: Does this mean that she is stingy?

This uncultured hillbilly!