Chapter 708

The man laughed, "It turns out that I saved a white-eyed wolf." Without me, you'd die. ”

Yan Zhengling looked at the infusion bag with trepidation, "You just gave me an infusion?" Why don't you use a pole to prop it up? ”

"I mentioned it to you personally, and you still dislike me?" The man looked at Yan Zhengling incredulously. "Do you know who I am?"

The expression was as if it was her honor to serve her.

"I don't care who you are, in my eyes, you are the perpetrator. I'll be responsible for you if you hurt me. ”

The man hooked his lips and said very aggrievedly: "Obviously, you hit my car and broke my headlights." You're going to have to pay me. ”

Yan Zhengling refused: "I won't take care of the flowers and plants, how much is the headlight, I will compensate you." ”

The man frowned, "No one has ever dared to bargain with me." You can't afford my headlights. ”

Yan Zhengling said: "If you don't want money, you have to die." Take it if you want. ”

The man looked at her with a bit of blood, but smiled. "Forget it, you can't afford my headlights. You just stay at my house and help me take care of the flowers and plants, and it will be regarded as compensation. ”

The man shook his head.

"One hundred thousand?" Yan Zhengling exclaimed, "Isn't it just an ordinary car, I can't even recognize which country made it just because of that turtle logo." The price of the car may not be worth 100,000 yuan, you charge me 100,000 yuan for a headlight, you are robbing? ”

"Don't underestimate people."

The man raised a finger, and Yan Zhengling sneered: "Ten thousand? ”

The man snapped his erected fingers back, "Okay, so how much do you think it's worth?" ”

"A thousand. There are none. ”

The man's face became ugly, "You actually said that the logo of my car is very dirty?" ”

Yan Zhengling said: "The body design is more earthy!" ”

Men are frustrated.

What kind of vision does this woman have, can't she see that the material of his car is very special?

The man gasped - the headlights that cost millions of dollars were sold at a cheap price for slag.

"Forget it, you don't have to pay for it."

A fat, curly-haired old lady walked in.

She walked up to the man with a very respectful look and a tone full of awe. "Young Master, what are you sending?"

"Hey, I'm a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?" Yan Zhengling was a little flustered with hunger.

The man shouted outside, "Mama Zhang." ”

"This young lady is hungry, go and make her something delicious."

"Yes."

Yan Zhengling looked at the pair of masters and servants suspiciously, and always felt that this man looked like a harmless appearance of the beautiful Jiyue, and he was kind to others, and the old lady should not be afraid of him to such a point.

But the old lady's body was tense like a string. It's clear that I'm very afraid of saying the wrong thing.

After the old lady left, Yan Zhengling looked at the man's face and said, "She seems to be afraid of you." ”

The man grabbed the apple next to him and stuffed it into his mouth, obviously it was an action without image, but he was extraordinarily elegant and noble.

"You're not afraid of me?" He asked rhetorically.

There are more people in this world who are afraid of him. He has not yet discovered who is not afraid of him.