Got married to a billionaire CEO after get off work

Sang Yu said "I" and then fell silent, mainly because she didn't know what to say.

Yu Feiwan was really annoyed by her.

He stopped talking again and acted like a doormat, which made people anxious just looking at him.

He left one hundred thousand for her last night, with a face full of anger, like a civet cat with explosive fur.

I already have a bad temper, why did it go out?

But there is no point in continuing the stalemate.

Also a waste of time.

"Size." Yu Feiwan patiently added: "The size of the ring finger."

After two failed communications, Sang Yu roughly figured out Yu Feiwan's communication habits.

He is indeed as resolute as the old employees said.

When speaking, I don’t like repetition, I don’t like nonsense, and I like to be direct.

And the person who answers the call should be smart, don't say any nonsense, and give important information very directly.

Because the CEO--has no patience.

Now, all she has to do is say what the size is.

But...she doesn't know!

It's really terrible.

Sang Yu suddenly understood the mood of the senior executives during the meeting with Yu Feiwan, because getting along with President Yu Da was really stressful.

"Mr. Yu, I don't usually wear rings, so I'm not sure."

Yu Feiwan: "..."

The air was quiet for almost five seconds.

Sang Yu felt that Yu Feiwan might tear up the agreement and regret finding an unsophisticated person as his wife. If she were a celebrity or a wealthy lady, these problems would not arise at all.

But he didn't, and said with a cold face: "Give me your left hand."

Sang Yu learned the lesson and wasn't quite sure what he was going to do, so he immediately stretched out his left hand.

Her left hand was held by the man. His fingertips circled the end of her ring finger and then took it back. It only took two seconds, so the warmth from the skin when he touched it was fleeting.

But the stimulation to Sang Yu was quite intense, and the caressing touch made her hands feel numb.

But is it okay to measure the size by hand?

President Yu Da manually extracted the data. Without saying a word, he turned around and went to Tiffany's next door.

It's cold, cool and cool.

"..."

Sang Yu clicked his tongue.

Handsome people seem to be charming in everything they do.

Yu Feiwan had a bad look on her face, but she was handsome and easily attracted the attention of passers-by. She, the "victim", didn't feel too unhappy at all.

Damn, why are you so masochistic?

In fact, I gave you too much money.

I have the "God of Wealth" filter. No matter how bad my temper is, I still look good no matter how I look at it.

Sang Yu waved her hands to let the goose bumps go away. She raised her head and glanced at the Dior sign, thinking that going in alone would be quite stressful, so she took a deep breath and walked in.

As a global first-line luxury brand, Dior has a retro, elegant and majestic style.

After Sang Yu walked into the store, she tightened the strap of her canvas bag and begged the shopping guide not to come and talk to her.

She was lucky today, the shopping guide really ignored her.

If you are taking a wedding certificate, it is more appropriate to wear white.

Sang Yu was about to choose a white skirt, and soon fell in love with a simple and elegant waist-cinching style.

Just as he was about to touch it, the waiter came over and said, "Sorry, miss, this dress has been ordered by our customer."

Sang Yu retracted his hand and looked back.

The well-trained shopping guides speak elegantly, have a faint smile on their faces, and are a little cold-hearted in their politeness.

"What about this one?" Sang Yu pointed to the skirt next to her.

"Sorry, it's fixed too."

Sang Yu understood.

The shopping guide had already looked at her dress and determined that she couldn't afford a dress that cost tens of thousands, so she asked her not to try it on in a very tactful way.

"Miss, do you need anything else?" the waiter said and continued to smile gracefully.