Xue God has mines at home

Chapter 372 He's a Rich Man
When a text message comes in, there will be a reminder on the message bar, and Nan Yi only sees a string of zeros dangling in front of his eyes.

Click to see the details interface, the remitter shows [Xinglan Entertainment Company], and the number in the column of the final balance is huge and scary.

Nan Yi flipped through it, and Ning knew that Xu Dong would receive a sum of money from Xinglan Entertainment at the end of every month.

This fucking-

Aside from 28 lottery stations and 5 mines, Ning Zhixu still has an eight-figure income every month?
And then nest in the broken billiard hall she bought for 12?
Force Wang is quite low-key.

Nan Yi calmed down, turned her head to look at the young man who was still sleeping, and imagined the bloody romance between the wealthy young master and his family, and also imagined the scenario that he and Mu Huaian might be half-brothers with different fathers and mothers.

This thing is a bit mystical.

After Nan Yi ordered takeaway with the bank card he bound, the balance showed only a few thousand dollars.

Putting the phone back again, the little girl sat on the small bench with her back against the edge of the bed in a daze.

There are many messy thoughts in my mind.

……

Ning Zhixu opened his eyes, it was dark outside, the lights were not turned on in the room, and it was pitch black.Originally thinking that Nan Yi had left, he put one hand on his forehead and waited for a while before getting out of bed.

He got up, the folding bed creaked, and the next second, someone hugged his shoulder from the darkness.

Then a soft little hand came over and pressed it to his forehead, checking his temperature.

It turned out that she was still there.

Leaning on her body relaxed, Ning Zhixu coughed softly: "Why haven't you left yet? It's getting dark."

Nan Yi covered his eyes, raised his hand and turned on the light, waited for him to get used to it for a while before removing his hand, sat on the edge of the bed and looked at him: "I don't worry about you, I want to wait until you wake up before leaving."

Covered by two layers of quilts, she fell asleep tightly and sweated. Ning Zhixu felt better, so she should stay away from her as much as possible.

"Have you eaten?"

"No, I'm waiting for you." Nan Yi pointed to the two meals on the table: "It's a bit cold, I'll heat it up."

The beautiful boy on the folding bed, with the quilt slipped to his waist, looked at her with a smile, and joked, "You know how to use a microwave?"

"No." Nan Yi answered honestly, her watery eyes were seductive: "You teach me, and I will be able to."

Ning Zhixu lifted the quilt and got out of bed, and pulled up the corner of his jacket, revealing a small waist.

Nan Yi clicked his tongue.

Ning Zhixu immediately put down his clothes: "Kid, don't look blindly."

South Italy:.
You fucking forgot who almost took off his panties for her to see when he was drunk.

Ning Zhixu's left and right hands each carried a lunch box and walked towards the front desk.

Followed by a small tail.

Nan Yi jumped up and down behind him with her hands behind her back, watching him unpack and put the heatable lunch box into the microwave oven, and twist the button to adjust the time and temperature.

"Hey, you are so fast, I didn't see clearly."

She poked her head behind him.

The young man looked sideways, his eyes sparkling: "Didn't you want to marry me? You don't need to do these things, and you don't need to learn them."

"Dog, I won't marry you, you have a good idea."

The little girl's duplicity lasted only three seconds.

After a while, she smiled and hugged his waist from behind, swaying and acting coquettishly: "You haven't kissed me yet. I don't live here recently, count how many goodnight kisses you owe me."

Ning Zhi Xu Zheng turned around, leaning his back against the edge of the table, with a smile on his handsome and cold face: "Not at all reserved."

How reserved should I be in front of him.

Tiptoe, she wanted to kiss him.

The young man tapped her forehead weakly with one finger, pulling the distance away: "No."

Nan Yi was not reconciled and insisted on going over.

He hides, she jumps.

The leftover half of the red bean paste bun from the morning in the pocket of the school uniform fell out with her jumping movements, rolled around on the ground, and stopped at Ning Zhixu's feet.

(End of this chapter)