The richest man Yang Fei

Wan Aimin drank the water and asked, "Xiao Jia, do you think Shang Hai is fun?"

Jiang Xiaojia smiled and said, "It's fun! It's so fun! It's much more fun than Southern Province! After I graduate, I'll stay and work here."

Wan Aimin said: "Xiao Jia, you can't think of leaving anymore!"

"Hee hee! Mom, I will go back with brother Yang Fei in a few days! You don't have to rush me."

"I'm not urging you! I'm here on a business trip, so I stopped by to see you. Don't worry, I'm not here to arrest you and go home!"

"That's right! I've grown up, don't control me too much. I'm already in college!"

"Even if you are 70 years old, as long as I am not dead, in my eyes, you are just a little girl!"

Jiang Xiaojia rolled his eyes.

"How did Yang Fei treat you?" Wan Aimin asked with a smile, holding his daughter's hand.

"Great!"

"I heard he bought you a car? What kind of car? Is it expensive?"

"not bad."

"How about your dad's car?"

"How much is my dad's car? I don't know either."

"Two million."

"what?"

"what happened?"

"Dad's car is only 20 yuan?"

"Then what car is yours?"

"It's a Mercedes-Benz, more than 300 million."

Wan Aimin's breathing became rapid in an instant!

"Did Yang Fei buy this car for you? Or something?"

"What do you mean? I'm driving."

"Xiao Jia, why is Yang Fei treating you so well?"

"Why are you so nice to me? Do you need to ask?"

"Silly girl, of course I have to ask! Although our family and Yang Fei are close, we are not related, why is he willing to spend so much money on you?"

Jiang Xiaojia rolled her eyes and said, "I don't know. Brother Yang Fei has always been very kind to me. He will buy me whatever I want. I'm used to it."

"My precious daughter! Do you know how much dowry is required to find a wife now?"

"How did I know, do you need a bride price to ask for a wife? Why? It's not selling a daughter!"

Wan Aimin didn't know whether to laugh or cry: "I'm talking about a phenomenon in society!"

"Then tell me, how much do you want?"

"Five thousand!"

"A bride price of 5000 yuan? That's not much!"

"It's not much for you! For ordinary families, that's a year or even two years of net income! Think about it, marrying a wife only costs 5000 yuan as a gift money. How much did Yang Fei spend on you? How many wives is enough for him to marry?"

Jiang Xiaojia considered this question for the first time. After thinking about it, she smiled and said, "Mom, then you should hurry up and have tens of thousands more daughters. Marrying Brother Yang Fei is enough!"

Wan Aimin said: "I'm telling you seriously, but you're joking again! I'll ask you a question, and you must answer me truthfully."

Jiang Xiaojia asked, "What's the matter?"

Wan Aimin looked left and right, then leaned in and whispered in her daughter's ear, "You and Yang Fei, do you have that?"

Jiang Xiaojia stretched out his hand and plucked his ears: "What's that, my ears are so itchy!"

"Stupid you, that's the one! The one between men and women, you're so old, don't you still be ignorant?" Wan Aimin had no choice but to say that shy and embarrassing verb.

Chapter 2430 Personal talk between mother and daughter

Jiang Xiaojia oops, lowered her head coquettishly: "Mom! What are you talking about!"

"Yes or no? In a word! Tell me!"

"So what? What if you don't?"

"I said you passed the university for nothing, didn't you?"

"No! Really! Are you bored? I won't talk to you anymore!"

"Wait!" Wan Aimin grabbed her daughter who stood up, "Do you know about Yang Fei's divorce?"

"Brother Yang Fei is divorced?" Jiang Xiaojia opened his eyes, shining like a morning star in the sky.

"Yeah, you don't know?"

"I don't know, it's impossible, isn't it? Why didn't he make an announcement about his divorce?"

"It's just because it's a big deal, so it hasn't been announced! If his divorce is announced, the company's stock will not go down, right?"

Jiang Xiaojia's big eyeballs turned left and right, and his small thoughts were clearly alive.

"You like him?" Wan Aimin held his daughter's hand, afraid that she would run away.

"Oh, Mom!" Jiang Xiaojia acted like a baby.

"I am your mother, so I am responsible for your future!"

"What's the use of liking? He's not mine." Jiang Xiaojia sighed faintly, and glanced at Yang Fei in the distance.

Yang Fei was leading the horse and leading Chu Xiu around the racecourse.

Wan Aimin said in a low voice: "If you want him to be yours, then you have to use dim sum."

Jiang Xiaojia was so surprised that she couldn't believe it. What she said just now came out of her own mother's mouth.

"Mom, what do you mean?" Jiang Xiaojia asked.