The Young Master's Bride

Li Mumu looked at her mother with a smile, not at all embarrassed to lie.

Li beizhi caressed ye qingge’s fair little hand. It was not so smooth, but it was quite soft.

“I’m busy, so I’ll let the flame cook!”

Ever since he made the porridge last time, he didn’t seem to think that cooking was actually not that difficult. It was just a few steps.

Li Mumu looked at her father’s calm and affectionate look and couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

How did he not know that his father could cook? Can sugar and salt be distinguished?

Ye qingge didn’t reply. In fact, she didn’t know what to say and felt a little embarrassed.

She stood there like a child who had made a mistake. She let li beixiao hold her hand and did not dare to pull it back.

two days ago, there was a piece of financial news that estimated that the wealth I created in an hour was 17 million Yuan!

She leaned back on the sofa lazily and put the laptop on her lap to the side.

Ye qingge blinked her eyes, not knowing what was going on.

Li Mumu tilted her head and looked at his father, then at his mother. She tested their combat value, and the result was that his mother would definitely lose.

After a few seconds of silence, ye qingge opened her mouth.

“And then!”

“And then there’s the fact that my school fees are very expensive!”

“..”Ye qingge bit her lip.

He had indeed given her the most precious lesson in life today.

“I’m sorry for misunderstanding you before, and ... Thank you!”

Usually, ye qingge was quite talkative and quick-witted.

When she was arguing with li beixiao, she was also very smooth with her words.

However, now, when she was facing him, she realized that her brain seemed to have gone haywire. Her words were not clear, and she could not express what she wanted to express.

“I told you my school fees are expensive!”

“I didn’t ... Money!”

Ye qingge answered frankly. She really had no money. He could create a fortune of 17 million Yuan in an hour. Even if she had 1700 Yuan, it would not be enough!

mom, if you don’t have money, you can use me to pay off your debts. Don’t sell yourself. Capitalists eat people without spitting out their bones!

Li Mumu was sitting cross-legged on the carpet, swaying her body like a small roly-poly toy.

“You can kneel down and pay your respects!” Li beixiao glanced at his son coldly and said unhappily.

Was his strength a scam?

Li Mumu raised her eyebrows and replied with her lips, ” when I supported you, why didn’t you say that I was a capable son? ”

At this time, because of Mumu’s natural call of ” mom ” and Li beixiao’s rough fingers circling her palm, ye qingge’s heart was extremely calm and satisfied.

little uncle, I don’t have money. Can I make you something good to eat? ”

As if he was used to it, the first person he called out was little uncle.

For ye Wenwen’s matter, she really had to thank li beixiao. He used his own way to let her see how unclear she was of people.

This lesson was really good for her. She was really grateful and didn’t know how to thank him.

She also knew that their relationship had changed. There was no need to say it out loud, and she no longer refused, just like how he was holding her hand now.

“One or two?” Li beixiao’s deep eyes were filled with a warm light. It was so light, but it was full of happiness.

He was in a high position and had everything that others were envious of.

However, no one else knew that what he wanted was a plain and simple relationship.