Slag Girl Illustrated Book

"Seen before?"

"I don't know, I feel familiar anyway."

She has checked every tenant of Ruan Xihe, and there is basically no problem. Wen Queyi will feel familiar with it, and maybe some relatives.

The printer made a buzzing sound, and the paper was spit out by the printer little by little, with a little ink smell and warmth.

Wen Queyi took out the cover and clip from the drawer and handed it to her, and printed the contract for a long time in business. These are all necessary things.

Make two copies.

Ruan Xihe went out with the documents. After the two signed the contract, Li Hao left.

Wenqueyi took the key to the car and took Ruan Xihe out to go shopping for dinner.

......

Not long after we left, a black Rolls Royce stopped outside the Yan's garden.

"Young Master, are you going to knock on the door?"

"Well, ask if the owner is there?"

"Yes."

"Boom boom boom!"

The house was knocked, and the nanny aunt heard the knock on the door, but she did not hear it.

Before going out, Miss Ruan Ruan specifically ordered her not to turn on the lights today, do not turn on anyone knocking on the door, and go back to bed early in the evening. As long as she can do it today, Miss Ruan Ruan will give her 50,000 yuan.

So she didn't open the door if she knocked to death today.

I hummed a little tune in a very good mood, mopped the floor clean and went back to the house to sleep. There is no need to cook today. Ms. Ruan said that he would not come back for dinner at night!

The subordinate knocked for a long time, but no one opened the door.

He can only get back in the car: "Young Master, no one."

"Yeah, wait." Luo Tianjiao closed his eyes and leaned on the seat.

......

"Sister Wen, you don’t know about the things I regained in my memory. Just say that we re-established a relationship." Ruan Xihe hardly concealed anything from Wenqueyi. As soon as she said this, she understood Ruan instantly. What does Xihe mean.

Yes, pretending to be amnesia is the best way to solve the predecessors.

"I understand." Wenchoyi said.

The happiness of a rich woman is the speed and passion of a convertible sports car.

But at this point, the Shanghai stock market is a bit congested, that is, the speed of 20 or 30 yards, not as fast as the little eDonkey!

The Porsche 911 is pure white, with smooth body lines, so beautiful this car.

Ruan Xihe is also a little itchy and wants to get one, but after thinking about it, he can't drive his own cars. It's a waste to buy too much. This thing is different from a house. The house increases in value and its value depreciates.

"Wen's rich lady, please support me."

"President Ruan, don't cry poor."

Ruan Xihe suddenly remembered that he lost his memory some time ago. Hey, it would be really poor...

"By the way, are you going to Feng Yu's place."

"Go, go tomorrow."

"Okay, let's go buy bags now? Buy clothes?"

Ruan Xihe chuckled, "Sister Wen, I found out that after being with you, my life was corrupt and degenerate."

"If you make money, you have to spend it! Otherwise, what do you do to make money!" Wen Queyi has always been such a consumer concept.

"That's right, it's a lot more expensive if you don't take it with you if you live or not." Ruan Xihe chuckled lightly.

Wen Queyi drove the car into the parking lot of the mall. Ruan Xi helped her to find a parking space near the elevator entrance that was vacant. After several laps, they finally found one and prepared to park in.

A red Ferrari came just across the road, and went straight into that position.

Wen Que Yi: ...

Ruan Xihe:......

Forget it, find another one.

When they looked around, Ferrari got up and down the two girls, arrogantly, and glanced at the Porsche 911 with disdain.

Wen Que Yi: ...

Ruan Xihe:......

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