I really didn't have any qualifications to talk about this, so Dad got up and turned off the TV and went back to his room. Before returning to the room, he said lightly: "You still have a choice before the end of the month, and I will help you book it after the end of the month."

In the past, it was just that dad who helped you choose to be a threat, but now he directly booked a time for me.

It's already halfway through the month, and I still don't know what Dad will do for a dozen days. The aspect of doing what Dad says has been vividly reflected in the previous events.

My mother didn't know when she appeared behind me, holding a blanket in her hand and covering my body, and said, "Don't stand stupidly when it's cold, and it's all for your good." ”

I didn't speak, and I was used to not saying anything to my mother.

Because her so-called goodness has not known how many times she has hurt me.

Mom went back to her room to stay with Dad, and I was thinking about a plan.

A plan that would make Dad scramble, a plan that would at least make him uncomfortable, not to mention fighting head-on.

These men sometimes meet at the door of the storefront, and rivals in love will show each other to show their abilities by showing each other's abilities. It's nothing more than rushing to buy flowers, rushing to talk to me.

After all, when I didn't identify anyone, it wasn't a big deal to have a competitor.

And a few of them are really rich, and I want them to make a big fuss.

A time was arranged to call a few of the people who had spent the money to the flower shop, and the group of rich people met without me unilaterally acknowledging any of them.

There are still a few people who know each other in the eleven worlds, think about it, they are all introduced by their fathers, and it is estimated that they are all the bosses of construction investments or the sons of the boss's family.

My statement is simple, I wouldn't like any of them in between.

As soon as I finished saying that, I agreed that I was cheating and playing with their feelings.

They all made trouble at the door of the store, but none of them dared to really smash the store.

"Whoever asked you to come will go to whom." After that, I went back to the shop to play the piano.

I pushed the matter back to my dad, and the people in front of the store began to disperse.

I thought I could push it back to Dad and make him uncomfortable for a while, but Dad didn't get angry and said what he wanted to say the most.

The group began to feel that they couldn't afford to play and dispersed, and Dad's words slowly spread and finally reached my ears.

It sounds like a clearly priced deal, and the company is the commodity. I'm a giveaway at most, but it's not a low requirement to get my giveaway.

Because I've just heard about it, each version that reaches my ears is different.

But there is one thing that everyone mentioned that the second phase is unacceptable, and the child born to me must be surnamed Zhuge in the future.

This statement has completely become a complication, and of course it is also a huge benefit.

Dad will give full authority to hand over his company, and Dad's company at the moment is also worth hundreds of billions of dollars with subsidies from the state and all parties.

Of course, this 100 billion is the state's money and cannot be used at will, but a little bit of money converted through legal means is not a small amount.

In the eyes of the wealthy, it is not a bad thing to take a beautiful wife in exchange for fame and career, but to be an inverted door.

But in Dad's opinion, it is to get a cheap son by throwing off the big burden in his hand. And the price paid by the father is only the happiness of one of the daughters' life, which is definitely acceptable.

In the case of my father's picking, the rich ones were returned.

It's a little money, so I naturally don't want to plug the door upside down.