Male God, a Little Su

Su Yan glanced at him with a smile, and asked lazily.

With this money, she was not even in the mood to be interested.

I've seen it a lot since I was a child. Money is nothing more than a number in Su Yan's place. As long as she doesn't worry about eating and drinking, she doesn't seem to have much requirements.

Once in the previous world, Su Yan had done a lifetime of charity.

So in this life, after life eased, Su Yan contacted an orphanage in the city that had been unfunded for a long time. After verification, he planned to make a monthly payment of the money he would make in the future.

In Su Yan's eyes, Ye Siyu's appearance was like sending money.

Why is she not happy?

Just in time to renovate the orphanage and give the children new clothes from head to toe.

Dean Liu looked at the series of numbers in the bank text message, so frightened that his mouth could not close.

He quickly called Su Yan and asked her if she had transferred the wrong one and if she should transfer her back to something else.

Su Yan smiled, glanced at Ye Siyu, hooked her lips and said softly: "No, Dean Liu, I happen to have someone here who is willing to do charity, you can use it at ease, the money is obtained from the right way. Don't worry, I will be alright. 'Thank you to that kind man!"

The phone hangs up.

Meng Qingfeng looked admirable, and finally understood why that person was willing to treat her differently.

Even if Meng Baoer was not short of money since she was a child, she knew what kind of sum it was.

She hugged Su Yan in admiration, "Yan Yan is so kind!"

Su Yan, who was issued a good person card, smiled meaningfully, "Thank you, Miss Ye—"

Ye Siyu's chest rose and fell violently, she stood up and turned around to leave.

"Brother Qingfeng, I suddenly remembered that I have something to do. Let's go first! I'll invite you to dinner another day."

When the young man who had been waiting beside him saw this, he hurriedly followed behind Ye Siyu.

Su Rou watched quietly until their figures disappeared completely.

She just propped her chin and asked casually, "Baby, Miss Ye seems to want to be your sister-in-law?"

"I don't like her!" Meng Baoer wrinkled her nose, "If my brother marries her, I don't want this brother!"

Meng Qingfeng: "..."

He touched his nose and sighed, "My family does have the idea of ​​wanting me to marry the Ye family, but they won't force it. The most important thing is to respect my opinion."

"Then you'd better choose another woman to marry."

Su Yan threw out a sentence, cut a piece of steak and put it in her mouth.

She was graceful, the knife and fork slid across the china plate without making a sound. Chewing things silently, with a very serious expression.

Such a calm and elegant temperament is by no means her ordinary experience, which can be cultivated.

Meng Qingfeng looked at her with a complicated expression, "Why?"

"She's sick." Su Yan sipped her saliva and said mildly, "As soon as she came in, I found out that no matter how thick the foundation was, it couldn't cover her dark circles under the eyes and her bad skin, so she opened her mouth. When she speaks, her tongue coating is blue, and she is prone to dryness and anger... and the way that man looks at her, I know that this Miss Ye's private life is probably very rich."

After finishing speaking, Su Yan looked at Meng Qingfeng with a half-smile, and her eyes were playful.

"If you don't believe me, you can go and investigate."

Meng Qingfeng thought that she was studying medicine in college, and she was more convincing. Secondly, he also heard a little about Ye Siyu's private life.

It's not as pure and clean as the elders' mouths.