"The beauty you want!" After Wen Jinmo put down such a sentence viciously, he suddenly let go of his hand, walked straight to the coffee table in the living room, took out a piece of paper, and wiped his hands slowly.

The fingers were distinctly jointed, and his expression was extraordinarily serious, and the shredded light and his silver-gray tie complemented each other, like a beautiful picture. But Xia Weiliang couldn't appreciate it.

She only felt a faint pain in a certain part of her heart, like termites devouring her heart, and in an instant, a sour feeling enveloped her from beginning to end, almost making her unable to breathe.

She was so unbearable in his heart?

She reached out and touched the wall behind her, cold and cold, but at least it could give her some support. The clear and beautiful eyes are also dyed with a thin layer of water vapor at this moment, just like a painting on the river on an autumn morning. And her fingertips were also uncontrollable trembling.

It wasn't until she watched him carefully wipe the palm of his hand, inside and out, and then threw the tissue into the trash can in disgust, that she slowly calmed down: "Wen Jinmo, you clearly promised me that you would give me that money after you got married, but now do you want to go back on your word?" ”

"Did I also say that I had to be satisfied?" He jerked his head back, and his cold eyes looked straight at her.

Xia Weiliang put it on her right hand at her side, her index finger kept pressing the thumb and fingertips, and a crescent moon appeared, and the pain from her fingertips slightly relieved the pain on the tip of her heart, and also made her sober a little: "Then how can you give?" ”

"What am I going to do? It's simple, you beg me?" Wen Jinmo stretched out his hand and gently stroked the pleats on his sleeves, and slowly spit out such a sentence, Wen Wenrun's voice seemed calm, but it had an indescribable arrogance, and his gaze, when he said the last word, fell on Xia Weiliang's body.

In those deep eyes, there was a faint smile, and in an instant, it disappeared without a trace.

"What do you mean?" Ask him? Ask him to give her that money? Will he readily agree? If he is so good at talking, how can he press her every step of the way.

"I said, I want you to beg me." The crisp male voice was particularly clear in the huge living room, falling into her ears word by word, and even in her heart, in her slightly rippling heart lake, setting off waves of waves.

"Okay, I beg you, I beg you to give me that money." She clenched the hand at her side, her fingertips flushing blue.

I saw that she took a deep breath, and the original defense and stubbornness on her face disappeared, and was replaced by a quiet and gentle smile, but the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes: "Mr. Wen, I beg you to give me that money now." ”

Even though she has mixed feelings in her heart, she doesn't want to care about any dignity at this time, since she begged him to marry her, she has been as ridiculous as a clown jumping off the beam in front of him. It's just that she doesn't want to admit it, and all the while, she feels that she is willing to do this because she likes him.

But now, begging him to give her money in front of him, how can she defend herself, she is because of feelings.

Even she looks down on herself a little.

Amusing!

It's ridiculous!

It's ridiculous!

"Xia Weiliang, you are really hypocritical!" A shadow fell in front of her, a long one, side by side with her small shadow, the two shadows were closely connected, but between the owners of the two shadows, there were "thousands of mountains and rivers".