Young Master Chu’s Guide to Spoiling his Wife - Chapter 2281

Eat people’s mouth short, take people’s hand short. She felt that her legs were short even when she took it.

“Well, you teach, I just listen to it.” Chi Xingran took a deep breath and asked him: “Then you say, I don’t agree now, when will I wait to agree?”

“Have you ever thought about not agreeing?” Han Yi gave her a third answer.

“Why?” Chi Xingran was dissatisfied, “I finally have a boyfriend, why don’t you let me agree!”

“Although Fu Siyuan can afford ten million, do you think he is willing to spend ten million on you?” Han Yi said with confidence. “Why don’t you ask him now, if he is willing to be as generous as I am and give you 10 million, you can promise him nothing wrong.”

“Boss, it’s not that everyone is as rich as yours! Although I am a little careful, I don’t have to be so money worshipper! If I like him, I will marry if he doesn’t give me money!”

“Do you like me?”

Han Yi stepped on the brakes, and suddenly Chi Xingran was unprepared.

After stopping the car to the side of the road, Han Yi unfastened his seat belt and sat there relaxed looking at her.

Chi Xingran’s face was panicked. He was still talking about her and Fu Siyuan a second ago. Why did he get involved in him a second later?

“If I ask you, don’t pretend to hear. Do you like me?”

“I… I refuse to answer this immature question.” Chi Xingran held back for a long time before squeezing out such a sentence, making Han Yi amused.

“It’s okay. Let’s talk later when we get home. Talk well.”

After restarting the car, there was deathly silence inside. Chi Xingran grasped the seat belt with both hands, and leaned weakly against the car door, feeling hesitated and restless.

The road back was much shorter than Chi Xingran had imagined. Without paying attention, he had already returned to the Han family’s mansion.

Chi Xingran got out of the car reluctantly, expressionless, but his heart was overwhelmed with emotions.

The two went upstairs one after another. When they reached the door of the bedroom, Chi Xingran stopped and refused to enter the door.

“What are you still doing? Enter the room.” Han Yi looked back at her and urged. “Planning to sleep in the hallway?”

“Yes.” Chi Xingran smiled slightly, and after saying this, Han Yi dragged in by the collar.

Han Yi closed the door, didn’t look at her again, and went straight to change clothes and take a shower. Chi Xingran sat on the sofa in melancholy, staring straight at the bathroom door, impatiently waiting for the people inside to come out.

The sound of water stopped and someone finally appeared. Chi Xingran met his gaze and grinned stupidly. Without saying anything, he heard him say again: “Go take a bath.”

“Oh.”

The draft that had been written a long time ago was swallowed by Chi Xingran again. Hanging his head into the bathroom, he took a slow shower, and when he came out, Han Yi was already in bed watching TV.

Chi Xingran was a little awkward, still thinking of the questions he had asked in the car just now. But the Lord seems to have forgotten to remember?

Walking to the bedside, Chi Xingran lifted a corner of the quilt and sat down on the bedside, staring at the TV blankly.

“Think about how to answer?”

Han Yi’s light words made Chi Xingran’s nerves tense instantly. Turning her head to look at him stiffly, she pursed her red lips, her facial features wrinkled to look at Han Yi, suspicious.

“Boss, are you drinking too much tonight?”