Section 529

Plop!

There was a sound of something heavy hitting the car behind him.

The boy stopped and turned around to look.

The woman in work clothes was lying next to the sports car.

The boy ran over and helped the woman up.

Only then did he realize that the woman in his arms was so beautiful.

She could be described as a beauty.

But...

She felt very cold!

"Huh?"

The woman, who was full of alcohol, raised her head and looked at the boy with a dazed look, "Who are you?"

"You drank too much." The boy frowned.

"Drunk too much?"

The woman bent her eyebrows, as if thinking about what "drunk too much" meant.

The boy rolled his eyes, picked up the woman, put her in the car, and threw her on the passenger seat.

He glanced at the sports car that had not been turned off, and then at the navigation route in the car.

After a little hesitation, the boy sat in the driver's seat and closed the door.

Boom, the sports car sped away...

The boy stopped the car in a parking lot outside a courtyard area.

The woman was sleeping soundly on the passenger seat.

"Wake up, you're home."

The boy pushed her.

The woman opened her misty eyes, looked at the boy, and then looked outside the car.

She opened the car door and staggered out of the car.

Then she staggered into the alley, fell down with a thump.

The boy rolled his eyes again, walked over and picked her up.

"Where is your home?"

The woman thought for a moment and pointed in a direction.

…

In the courtyard, the boy looked at everything around him in surprise.

To be able to live here, it's not just about being rich.

But it was empty inside.

The boy held her and walked into a hall.

He held her to the bedroom, put her on the bed, and was about to turn around and leave.

Suddenly, a pair of arms stretched out from behind and hugged him...

…

The next day.

When the boy woke up, the woman was gone.

Just as the boy frowned and was about to get up and leave.

Suddenly.

The woman from last night walked into the room, looked at him coldly, and had an ID card in her hand.

The boy's ID card.

"Xiao Yao...〃〃..."

The corner of the woman's mouth twitched, "Eighteen years old?"

"Yes."

The boy nodded, "What's the problem?"

"No problem, my name is Ye Qingzhu."

The woman was cold as ice, "I will be responsible for you."

"Responsible?"

Xiao Yao had a strange expression, stood up, put on his clothes, and picked up his schoolbag.

He walked past Ye Qingzhu, who was stunned, and said two words.

"Goodbye!"

...

Outside the school.

Xiao Yao walked out of the school gate with his schoolbag on his back, but stopped.

Looking at the side of the road, outside the sports car.

Ye Qingzhu, like an iceberg, was standing there, looking at him.

That look was cold, proud, confident, and flying.

Xiao Yao walked over.

"Get in the car."

Ye Qingzhu looked at him coldly.

"What's wrong with you?"

Xiao Yao did not get in the car, but looked at her calmly.

"Go to see your parents."

Ye Qingzhu said coldly.

Xiao Yao rolled his eyes, "It's inconvenient."

"As if it's convenient for me."

Ye Qingzhu opened the car door, "Should I shout rape, or should you get in the car?"

Xiao Yao:...

She didn't give me a choice at all, a little overbearing.

In the car.

"Where is your home?" Ye Qingzhu started the sports car.

Xiao Yao gave an address.

Twenty minutes.

Xiao Yao's parents looked stupidly at Ye Qingzhu, who was sitting in front of them, noble and dignified, and then turned their heads to look at their son.

A woman actually came to propose marriage and wanted to marry their son?

It's like a dream!

"I know it's a bit presumptuous to come here this time."

Ye Qingzhu looked calm, looking at the middle-aged couple in front of him, "But I will take good care of him, make him my husband, pay for his schooling, and give him everything he wants."

The middle-aged couple looked at Ye Qingzhu in shock, speechless.

Of course, it was also because Ye Qingzhu was too beautiful.

It gave people a very cold feeling, but it seemed like she came out of a painting.

Such a daughter-in-law, do they really not want it?

However, after all, they are parents, although they are indeed very moved.

"You are..."

Xiao Yao's father has a complicated expression, "What do you do?"

"Work?"

Ye Qingzhu was slightly stunned, "Managing a Fortune 500 company, should it be considered work?"

Xiao Yao's parents were dumbfounded, looking at her stupidly, as if looking at a god.

"Well, it's a bit presumptuous to ask."

Xiao Yao's mother asked, "々｀ How old are you?"

"28 years old." Ye Qingzhu spoke calmly.

The couple looked at each other and smiled bitterly.

Their son is only 18, 10 years younger.

"By the way."

Ye Qingzhu's cold face showed shame, "Last night, Xiao Yao and I..."

Xiao Yao, who had been silent all the time, suddenly raised his hand and covered her mouth.

Ye Qingzhu looked at him, puzzled.

"Want to marry me?" Xiao Yao asked.

"No."