Xia Miantang waved her hand disgusted: "I don't want it."

He Zishan's anxiety on his face was very realistic when he heard this.

"Miss Xia, you probably have seen the recent news. I really can't get that much cash. This hotel is the greatest sincerity I can get. If you don't want it, you might as well ask my good nephew to kill me."

So, he was scared, was it Shao Sirong who put pressure on him?

Xia Miantang still felt that it was a fraud, but so what? Can she be afraid of the soldiers and generals blocking the water and soil? She was worried that she had nowhere to make money, so she had a considerable income after selling this hotel.

"Okay, for the sake of your begging me to accept it... I miss my child, it is obviously the life of the future successor of the Shao family."

The old lady and He Zishan looked at each other and it was done!

Haha, pheasant woman, when you take this hot potato, it will be clear how you die!

Xia Milk Candy signed and went upstairs.

After going upstairs, I immediately sent a message in the group [I was driven out of the house by the rich father and had to be forced to open a street stall].

Candy Girl: "@Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol. Check me if this hotel is done cleanly. Are there any problems? [Photo]"

Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol: "What's wrong?"

The girl with milk candy: "He Zishan gave me a hotel to compensate me for the abortion of the child. When he signed the letter, he was extremely excited. I suspected that he wanted to cheat me."

Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol: "I understand."

The girl with milk candy: "No matter whether there is any problem or not, I will hang it out for me first. I want to sell it. I am determined to be a salted fish that has no ideals. I can't stop trying to restrain my hands and feet in anything. Oh, I have found a partner who suits me."

Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol: "Do you finally think Shao Sirong is suitable for you?"

The girl with milk candy: "No, she is the chef of the Shao family."

Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol: "..."

Who is not a media tycoon: "…"

Please call me a medical genius: "..."

The girl with milk candy was extremely excited: "He cooked so deliciously, men had to go to the kitchen."

Actually, I am the prince of the chaebol: "Can you have some ambition?"

Who is not a media tycoon: "Can you ask for a high point?"

Please call me a medical genius: "Men should choose well."

The girl with milk candy: "Isn't our slogan: be determined to be a salted fish without ideals?"

They seem to have brought the milk candy into a crooked way?

Ye Jue immediately sent a WeChat message to Shao Sirong: "Mr. Shao, fire your chef quickly! Please see the screenshot!"

Ye Jue sent a screenshot of Xia Milk Candy wanting to marry the Shao family chef to Shao Sirong!

This is no joke.

What if milk candy really has deep love for the chef?

Shao Sirong was discussing the matter with Song Yi, Yan Jinglan and Chen Monian in the study. Suddenly, a WeChat message flew in.

If it was someone else's WeChat, Shao Sirong would not read it, but Yu Guang saw the word "Ye Jue". The WeChat messages Ye Jue sent him were very meaningful. Shao Sirong opened WeChat out of curiosity.

Immediately afterwards, I saw a screenshot of Xia Milk Candy’s chat.

——【Ao, I found a partner that suits me!】

——【No, it’s the chef of the Shao family!】

——【When he cooks delicious, men have to go to the kitchen.】

Shao Sirong's cold eyebrows narrowed slightly.

Damn little trickster, when he wanted to escape from him, he didn't have any nostalgia, but now he wants to marry a cook?

Although this cook is himself, he is sure that if Xiao Zuojing knew that the cook was him, he would definitely regret what he said.

Haha, thanks to his luck, he was moved by her repeated destruction of her reputation and protecting him.

He was moved and he would dig his eyes!

After the main talks were finished, Niu Hulu Sirong explained to the housekeeper something.

"Go and find a chef who weighs no less than 200 pounds to come back."
Chapter completed!