What Billions? (Sorry for the late update on 4/5)
Jiang Hao brought Zhou Xiaoyue to the Qianda Mall and bought a lot of girls 'clothes.
Zhou Xiaoyue had also underestimated Jiang Hao's preferences. She specifically chose some pure clothes to buy and dressed up like a little fairy.
At this moment.
The two of them passed by a Prada store and saw a couple arguing at the door.
The girl pointed at her boyfriend and said coquettishly.
"I just bought a bag, and you didn't even agree. You don't love me anymore.”
The man explained in a low voice.
"That bag is equivalent to a month's worth of my salary. Why don't we save up and buy a house?”
"When I earn money in the future, you can have whatever bag you want.”
The girl stomped her feet fiercely.
"I want the bag, I want it. If you don't buy it, you don't love me.”
The man was also a little angry.
"If I don't buy a bag, then I don't love you anymore. Is there true love in this world?”
The girl rolled her eyes and had an idea.
"I asked a random couple. If they say that I shouldn't buy a bag, then I won't buy it.”
Without waiting for her boyfriend to agree, the girl asked Zhou Xiaoyue who was passing by.
"Beauty, do you think it's too much for a girl to ask her boyfriend to buy a bag?”
Zhou Xiaoyue was stunned for a moment and replied politely.
"I don't think girls should make demands on their boyfriends.”
The girl was dumbfounded.
She saw that Zhou Xiaoyue was dressed in branded clothes, so she decided to ask her. She did not expect to get this answer.
The man thought that Zhou Xiaoyue was helping him on purpose. His face revealed a look of surprise and he looked at Zhou Xiaoyue gratefully.
"Xiaomei, look, people have already said that girls shouldn't make demands on their boyfriends.”
Without Zhou Xiaoyue's approval, the girl didn't give up and said to Jiang Hao.
"Handsome, let me ask you a question.”
"If you love your girlfriend, are you willing to buy her a bag with a month's salary?”
The girl's question was extremely tricky. Under normal circumstances, the man would say yes.
He wasn't really buying it, it was just a question. Moreover, his girlfriend was still by his side. A normal man would definitely not say no.
Zhou Xiaoyue also stared at Jiang Hao with bright eyes, waiting for him to answer this question.
The man's face turned sour. He already knew Jiang Hao's answer.
Jiang Hao's face was filled with determination.
"Definitely not."
Everyone was dumbfounded.
The girl had a feeling of doubting her life. There was actually such a scumbag man in the world.
Although this man was dozens of times more handsome than her boyfriend, at least her boyfriend could still coax her with sweet words.
And this man in front of her was unwilling to lie.
This kind of person actually has a girlfriend?
This was simply unreasonable.
The man had the urge to kneel and kowtow to Jiang Hao.
He was a good person.
In order to save him, Jiang Hao had sacrificed his love.
Disappointment flashed in Zhou Xiaoyue's eyes.
Did he not like her at all?
The girl looked at Zhou Xiaoyue sympathetically.
"Beauty, your boyfriend can't even bear to give you a month's salary to buy you a bag. If you don't break up, wait for the new year.”
"This kind of man won't give you luck."
Before the woman could finish her sentence, Zhou Xiaoyue grabbed Jiang Hao's arm tightly and interrupted her.
"I think so. Love is something that requires more effort and less demand.”
"If you love him, give him more. Don't ask for so much and think more about him.”
The girl was stunned by Zhou Xiaoyue's words and her worldview was refreshed.
It turned out that a girl could be so stupid.
Nothing in the world was perfect.
Such a beautiful girl. Unfortunately, God only gave her beauty and not wisdom.
The man looked at Jiang Hao with envy.
He had such a beautiful and understanding girlfriend. This brother had been blessed for eight lifetimes.
Jiang Hao's status in the family compared to his.
His girlfriend's beauty, compared to his girlfriend's beauty.
The man suffered a heavy blow.
The girlfriend beside him suddenly became unhappy.
the man said seriously to his girlfriend.
"There seems to be a problem with our love. I want to go home and have some peace and quiet.”
The girl's heart ached and she grabbed her boyfriend's hand.
Compared to scumbags, her boyfriend was considered better.
"It's my fault. I'm not buying a bag.”
......
Jiang Hao pushed open the door of the Prada store and explained.
"It's not that I can't bear to buy you a bag. I really can't think of a bag that's worth billions.”
Zhou Xiaoyue burst out laughing.
Only now did she understand what Jiang Hao meant.
Jiang Hao was a billionaire and had business dealings with the richest people. His monthly income was several billion.
Zhou Xiaoyue nodded seriously.
"Yeah, there are bags worth millions, but I've never heard of a bag worth billions.”
These words fell into the ears of the two couples at the door.
A few billion a month?
I didn't expect to find such an expensive bag.
Really? Fake?
So it wasn't that he couldn't bear to part with his monthly salary, but that the bag was too cheap.
The girl was enlightened.
No wonder Zhou Xiaoyue was dressed in branded clothes and said not to ask for anything from her boyfriend.
It turned out that her boyfriend was rich and bought it without even mentioning it.
The man's heart also suffered a huge blow.
No wonder he had such a beautiful girlfriend and was so gentle and considerate.
If he had money, his girlfriend could kneel down and lick him.
The girl flung her boyfriend's hand away and scolded him.
"Don't you want to go home and have some peace? Hurry up and go back."
The man instantly reverted to a bootlicker and lost his previous imposing manner.
"I was wrong. The place where you are is my home.”
"That man is bragging. He earns billions a month. Why doesn't he say that he's the richest man?”
The girl looked disdainful.
"At least he dares to brag, but do you?”
"Why don't you brag and buy me a bag that costs more than 10,000 yuan?”
The man gritted his teeth and threw caution to the wind.
"Alright, let's go in and buy it too."
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