Difficult to raise a wealthy daughter-in-law

"Yes, yes, if not, I will definitely ask you for it, and you will not be polite to you." Song Xixian said immediately, "Hurry up and collect the money, I really have it."

Li Zhixin pursed his lips and took a deep breath, "Okay, since you said so, I will believe you. If you don't have any, please tell me. Besides, I didn't say it was for you, but lent it to you." You, OK?"

"I know, I know." Song Xixian was relieved seeing him put away the money, "I really won't be polite to you."

"You girl, it's really worrying." Li Zhixin stroked her head, "I always feel like you're too young to grow up."

"I'm already 28." Song Xixian protested, "It's too big, my classmates' children are all four or five years old."

"You are ashamed to say that you are 28." Li Zhixin gave her a white look, "Hurry up and find someone to marry, I am worried about you."

"Brother Zhixin doesn't have any." Song Xixian actually wanted to say that since they don't have any, they should just be together, but she couldn't say it.

"I'm different from you. Besides, I'm a man." Li Zhixin couldn't help touching Song Xixian again, "Oh, why is our Xixian so cute? Look at you, you don't look like a 28-year-old at all."

Song Xixian grinned, "That's right, the last time I went to pick strawberries with high school students, I was treated as a high school student, and I was half the ticket."

There was a knock on the door, and Han Jiangye saw that the two of them had been washing the dishes for so long, and he didn't know what to do inside, "What are you doing inside, the gas leaked?"

Song Xixian reluctantly opened the door, and looked at Han Jiangye with vicious eyes, why is this person so annoying, he always likes to be a light bulb, and the light is very bright.

"Are you leaving?" Song Xixian narrowed his eyes and smiled, "I'm leaving, I'll take you out."

"Since we met, I want to tell you about the previous sponsorship fee." Han Jiangye ignored Song Xixian and beckoned Li Zhixin to sit on the sofa, and Li Zhixin immediately followed.

"Song Xixian, pour us a glass of water." Han Jiangye ordered, and Song Xixian looked at him strangely.

"Okay, I see." When did her home become a meeting room again.

Li Zhixin was about to say something when he was interrupted by Han Jiangye, "I have thought about it carefully. Although your proposal is very risky, once it succeeds, the profit will still be considerable. I am willing to increase investment and give you an additional 500 million The cost, but the premise is that once you make money, I will take one-third of the profit."

Li Zhixin was overjoyed. The 500 million capital injection means that their success will be a little bit more, but in terms of profit, one-third is indeed a bit high. "One-third, it may be a bit difficult."

"You also know that once I inject capital, I will never sit idly by. You should also think about this." Han Jiangye said seriously, "You will never lose money, it depends on how much you want to earn."

Li Zhixin lowered his head, hesitating, Song Xixian brought the brewed tea in front of the two of them, watching the atmosphere a bit dignified.

"I hope Mr. Han will give us some time and reply to you in a few days." Li Zhixin was still cautious after all, and did not act immediately.

"For you, there is nothing harmful." Han Jiangye took a sip of the tea in front of him, and glanced at Song Xixian, "What kind of tea is this?"

"Longjing tea." Song Xixian said casually.

"Since when did you like drinking tea? You still have tea leaves at home." Han Jiangye felt very curious, watching Song Xixian drink such elegant things as tea or beer all day long.

"There are so many things you don't know." Song Xixian didn't bother to talk to him, "Drink your tea."

Han Jiangye curled his lips and took another sip of tea, "Actually, Zhixin, you are very passive like this. If you partner with others, you might as well do it yourself."

"He is my senior after all." Li Zhixin also had many difficulties, "When I was down and down, he was the one who helped me after all."

"That's all I can support, and it's for your sake."

Han Jiangye's crossed legs were loosened, and his hands were on his knees. Song Xixian thought he was going to leave, so he immediately said, "Are you leaving? I'll see you off."

Seeing Song Xixian's expression of longing for him to leave early, Han Jiangye became angry, "No, I just sit in a different position."

"I'm leaving first, and I have to meet the senior." Li Zhixin stood up, "Xixian, I'm leaving first."

"Ah, so early?" Song Xixian stood up reluctantly, feeling a sense of loss in his heart, "Be careful driving."

"Okay." Li Zhixin patted Song Xixian's arm lightly, then nodded at Han Jiangye, "I'm going first, I'll give you an answer tomorrow at the earliest."

Han Jiangye nodded slightly, "I'll be waiting for your news anytime."

Song Xixian and Song Li Zhixin came to the door, watched Li Zhixin drive away, and returned to the house with a pout, "You should go too."

"That's why you want me to leave?" I didn't know how many times I drove myself away this night, "How can I say that I am no worse than Li Zhixin, why are your eyesight so bad."

"You almost have nothing to do with me." Song Xixian sat down on the sofa, "Come over."

"The sofa is so small, you still squeeze in." Han Jiangye saw her squeeze into the sofa that could only accommodate one person.

Song Xixian wanted to push him away, "This is my sofa, you go and sit there."

"Hey, Song Xixian, figure it out, I'm the one who sat here first, and you are the one who wants to sit over there." Han Jiangye stuck to his field, and Song Xixian's body was next to him, and he had a strange feeling.

"My sofa, I'm going to sit here." Song Xixian puffed up his cheeks, uncompromising, "When are you going back?"

"I'm not leaving yet." Han Jiangye squeezed Song Xixian hard, "Sit over there."

"If you want to go, you go." Song Xixian tried his best, "What's the matter with you, a big man, and you are fighting for a position with a woman, you have to be shameless."

"That depends on how shameless that woman is." Han Jiangye did not show weakness, "You are shameless in the first place, and I don't need to be shameless."

Song Xixian glared at him angrily, "Go away—"

"The one who should go is you—"

The two were in a stalemate, uncompromising with each other, squeezing back and forth on a sofa without giving in.

"Actually, two people can sit together." An evil thought welled up in Han Jiangye's heart, "In this way, I will hold you and you lean on me, which is just right." He said and touched Song Xixian's shoulder.

Song Xixian trembled all over, and immediately stood up from the sofa, "Hmph, you're being cruel." Reluctantly, he sat down on a hard chair, picked up the remote control, and changed channels.

A recent popular TV series was playing on the TV. The plot was very abusive. The two people who were originally in love fought each other to protect each other. In the end, both of them were hurt.

And Song Xixian is one of them, every time the heroine cries, along with the sad music, Song Xixian's tears flow, as if she is the one who is hurt.

"That's why this drama is popular because of you people." Han Jiangye complained countless times after watching it, completely divorced from reality, and shook his head again and again, "It's fake at first glance, and you are so moved."

"That's because you are cold-blooded." Song Xixian wiped his tears, sniffed his nose, and felt all kinds of joy after crying, "No matter how touching the scene is, you, a cold-blooded animal, can't cry."

"A man bleeds but doesn't shed tears, so I won't cry." Han Jiangye turned his face, "Change the channel, change the channel, it's suffocating, you still watch it."

"If you want to watch anything else, go home and watch." Song Xixian firmly grasped the remote control, "If you don't go home yet."

"I'm not smart at all, and I'm going to be an idiot if I watch it any longer. Bring the remote control, read more news, and care about national affairs." Han Jiangye couldn't stand it anymore. He was going crazy if he watched idol dramas with him. Yes, stood up, "Give me the remote control."

Song Xixian hugged his chest tightly, "I said you have to watch it at home, but I don't even have any freedom in my own home, so I won't give it to you."

"Give it or not, I'll steal it if you don't." Han Jiangye was not polite, "I don't know what it means to be sympathetic."

"If you don't give it, you just won't give it, you rascal!" Song Xixian raised his head, and he definitely couldn't lose to him in terms of momentum.

"You asked for it yourself." Han Jiangye smiled wickedly and squeezed Song Xixian's waist.

Song Xixian broke his skills immediately, "Hey, I won't take someone like you."

"Then whether you give it or not, I will tickle you."

Song Xixian looked over him and looked at the sofa, "Here, here you are." Throwing the remote control into his arms, he ran to the sofa immediately, lying down on the ground, occupying for oneself.

"Get up." Han Jiangye was naturally unwilling, "My position."

"It's mine now." Song Xixian closed her eyes, "I won't get up, my position." In order to match her master's status, she opened her hands wide and stretched her arms and legs.

Han Jiangye looked at her speechlessly, "If you don't get up, I'll just tickle you."

Song Xixian didn't move at all, Han Jiangye was puzzled, squeezed her waist, and saw that she didn't respond, it turned out that he was just pretending, and it was true that he wanted his position.

"Hello." Han Jiangye scratched her creaky nest unwillingly, but still didn't respond, not even frowning.

Han Jiangye's eyes fell on her chest, saying that a woman can only tell if her breasts are really big when she is lying down. At this moment, it seems that Song Xixian still has a little guess.

I don't know how it feels.
Han Jiangye glanced at Song Xixian, and saw that she was about to dream, and the evil hand had already reached her chest.

Although he is not a gentleman, there is no need to fantasize about Song Xixian, Han Jiangye feels that the more he lives, the more he goes back.

Just as he was thinking, Song Xixian sat up suddenly, and was startled when his hand touched the soft and warm part.

Song Xixian was stunned, looking mechanically at the hand on his chest, then at Han Jiangye, and was about to yell, but Han Jiangye immediately covered his mouth.

"Don't shout, it was an accident, it was an accident." Han Jiangye immediately clarified, "It happened to me that you sat up suddenly, and it's not my fault."