Chapter 22 One Hundred Million, I Will Buy You

"What, what's wrong?" Fang Chixia touched the tip of her nose, puzzled.

Luo Yibei turned his back to her figure slowly, stared at her face and looked at her with deep eyes.

There is no doubt that Fang Chixia is beautiful, fresh, bright and agile, but what he didn't expect is that wherever she goes, she can cause trouble for herself because of her appearance.

Luo Yibei stared at her for a long time, her deep eyes made it difficult to see what she was thinking.

"Follow me!" After a moment of silence, he left a sentence, turned and entered a VIP room in front.

Fang Chixia walked in habitually and came to his side.

There were several young people in the room. When they saw Luo Yibei and she came in at the same time, they all retreated voluntarily.

Luo Yibei entered the room and sat on the sofa, took a piece of paper and a pen on the table next to him, didn't know what he had written down, and handed it to her, "Sign it. !"

"What?" Fang Chixia was stunned, glanced down, and glanced at the 100 million words in the agreement.

"Agreement fee! 100 million yuan, I will advance your expenses in all aspects for the next ten years, and quit the job here. This is my condition." With a glass of red wine on the tip of his finger, he gently shook it, and took out Zhang Jin from his wallet. He handed the card to her, and he added leisurely, "Put it nicely, call for help, or put it badly, call..."

Turning his eyes to her face, he clearly spit out the last two words, "Bao. Raise!"

All the expressions on Fang Chixia's face froze at first, and the gratitude he had saved before dropped straight down to a negative number.

Fang Chixia felt humiliated and wanted to pick up the card in his hand and smash it in his face, but the impulse was an impulse after all.

She pinched the flesh of her palm with her fingertips, but she refused coldly, "I'm sorry, I don't sell my body."

"Miss Fang had better think about it before answering, don't want eighteen-year-olds, and talk about eight-year-olds!" Luo Yibei seemed to have heard some ridiculous joke, and the corners of his lips were full of sarcasm.

Fang Chixia's current words, in his opinion, are childish!

Not to mention how impressive the amount he offered, she couldn't settle the matter that Fang Rong was pressing step by step.

Obviously there is no choice, what else can you do?

Fang Chixia actually understood in his heart, but he didn't want to obey him.

She has no money, she is a poor student, but the poor also have dignity!

Even if she is desperate, she will not sell herself!

If the dignity does not belong to her, what is left for her?

"Why do you do this?" She looked at him calmly, puzzled.

Luo Yibei glanced lightly at the necklace on her neck, and there was a flash of brilliance in her eyes, however, what she said was indifferent and indifferent, "I said before, the things I touched , I don't like being touched by other people, I will think it's dirty!"

Fang Chixia didn't know his identity at all, just thought his words were ridiculous.

There was a sneer at the corner of her lips, and she asked leisurely, "Excuse me, if I'm dirty, does it have anything to do with you?"

He is not hers, it is his turn to despise her?

Luo Yibei's eyes sank, and he played with the wine glass in his hand, his face slowly raised, his cold and stern gaze swept across her face like a knife, his eyes were so sharp that the skin on Fang Chixia's face was hot. He took two steps back uncomfortably.