Can You Love Me?

Jian Wanjun still ignored Xin Ai, poured out the first cup of tea, and poured hot water into it.

Xin Ai tapped the table gently with his finger, "If you don't say anything, I will leave. I can't compare to your pampering. I have to run for my livelihood."

After the tea was brewed for the second time, Jian Wanjun poured himself a cup, took a sip, frowned and put it down, as if he was not satisfied with the tea.

He took out a check: "This is 7 million. Take this money and don't pester my son again."

Xin Ai's lips twitched. Do rich people like this?

Just like in the TV series, she spends her time with money. If that's the case, she thinks it's easy to make money this way. She can just hook up with two more rich people later and wait for their parents to spend their time.

Looking at the check, Xin Ai did not deny that she quite liked this method.

Xin Ai looked at Jian Wanjun. From his slightly older eyebrows, he could vaguely tell what he looked like when he was young, but she felt that even if he was 20 years younger, he would definitely not be as good-looking as Jian Zechuan.

Xin Ai smiled: "Mr. Jian, I understand your concerns. You are afraid that I have thoughts that I shouldn't have, right? But I have never thought about marrying your son. I am very self-aware. What's more? …”

She shrugged: "Do you think I took advantage of your son? But to be honest, your son is really stingy, really..."

Xin Ai said "true" twice to emphasize the credibility of this matter.

"So far, I haven't even gotten a decent piece of jewelry from him, let alone a house or a car. Compared to his mistresses who live in luxury houses and drive luxury cars, I'm really too shabby. You see. , I still have to find my own livelihood. You said in this huge Mingdu, who else can compare with the Jian family, but your son... actually takes action, tsk..."

Xin Ai shook his head, looking at a loss for words.

There was a crack in Jian Wanjun's stern old face.

Suddenly there was a very embarrassing feeling. This was the first time in his life that he had been called stingy. Although he was not directly talking about her, when he was talking about his son, he was talking about the Jian family. What was the difference between calling him stingy?

Jian Wanjun was unable to say what he had originally prepared.

He was a little annoyed. What on earth does Zechuan do? Just give him a car and a house. Why should he raise a woman and not give her these things? Why should she keep talking about it?

It makes him, a father, embarrassed here.

Xin Ai didn't know what Jian Wanjun was thinking. She didn't say anything when she saw the other party, and continued: "Mr. Jian, if I were you, I would be very happy that my son has found such a woman. He doesn't have to worry about her coming into the house or having his son with her. It's great that you can spend a lot of money to solve your concerns. Seriously, I think your son is the one who takes advantage of you, so what do you think?"

Jian Wanjun frowned, "What worries do we have?"

Xin Ai showed a smile that I knew well: "Aren't you afraid that your son Jian Zechuan is gay or has some functional impairment? After all, your son is already quite old and it's time to get married and have children. However, Before me, he had... but there was no woman around him for a long time. As a parent, I think you should be quite worried, right? But now, I can tell you with certainty that he is not gay, and he is very, very very. healthy."

Xin Ai inquired and found out that Jian Zechuan's private life was very clean, and there really weren't many women before her.

Didn't Xie Qingzhou shout that Jian Zechuan, a pure-hearted man, was about to become an immortal?

At Jian Zechuan's age, the parents of the family are all looking forward to their son getting married as soon as possible, but Jian Zechuan didn't even have a woman before, so it's strange that they don't worry.

Indeed, Xin Ai's words touched Jian Wanjun's heart. He and Mrs. Jian were both worried about whether there was something wrong with his son. After all, at such an old age, no girl would be willing to follow him, not because he was poor.

Women with his son's appearance and family background pursue him like crucian carp crossing a river, but they all fail to catch his eye.

It's been a long time, and the couple can't help but think about everything, until his wife's birthday party, until their son had a woman. Although they didn't like Xin Ai very much, they felt relieved after all.

Just because they were relieved about this matter, the two of them thought of driving Xin Ai away and finding a well-matched daughter for Jian Zechuan.

Although he thought so, Jian Wanjun didn't like anyone guessing what he was thinking.

He looked at Xin Ai coldly: "Miss Xin is very smart, but sometimes being smart is not necessarily a good thing. It is impossible for me to let you stay with my son for someone like you. If you insist, then I can only use It’s an extraordinary measure.”

The so-called extraordinary means are nothing more than coercion after the inducement has failed.

Xin Ai poured herself a cup of tea and smiled: "I am not smart. What your son says most often is that I am too stupid. I know that the Jian family can cover the sky with one hand in the Ming Dynasty, but now I still He is your son's favorite person. Is it worth creating a gap between you and your son for the sake of a person like me? No one would like to be suppressed by their parents in every aspect after adulthood, and there is a person like your son. You It may not be... controllable."

Jian Wanjun's face had another crack. This stinky girl hit the mark every time.

Xin Ai took a sip of tea. She didn't know what kind of tea it was, but it had a slightly astringent taste and a slightly sweet aftertaste. The tea aroma seemed to stick to her lips and teeth. It was quite delicious.

Xin Ai leisurely said: "The third master is your son. You should know him very well. He is a person who is far more rational than emotional. He will never fall in love with me, nor will he do anything against his principles for me." It doesn’t matter when I leave, it’s all a matter of time, sooner or later, so why should you spend so much money on someone who doesn’t matter to you? Isn’t it cost-effective?”

Jian Wanjun had to say that he underestimated this girl, and she was as clear as a mirror.

Today's meeting was completely different from what he expected.

Let this little girl take the lead in this conversation.

Xin Ai stood up: "I have to go. Thank you Mr. Jian for the tea. It's delicious..."

She glanced at the check and picked it up: "As for the money, I'll take it. Your son is stingy, so it's normal for you as a father to give him some money. I won't waste your time. Goodbye."

Xin Ai especially wanted to be with those promising women on TV, and she flatly refused the money and said resolutely: I didn't follow your son for money.

However, she thought about it, why should I refuse? Isn't it normal for me to get paid for his son sleeping with me?

What's more, she really couldn't stand Jian Wanjun's condescending manner.

Anyway, she wasn't planning to marry Jian Zechuan, and she didn't regard Jian's father as her future father-in-law, so why should she try to please him?

There are still many places for Xin Huan to spend money.