"What?"
Su Meimei exclaimed and looked at Lin Ye in disbelief.
Is he the owner of this counter? Is he trying to fool ghosts?
But looking at the expressions of Lin Ye and the salesperson, it didn't seem like they were lying.
She felt a little uncomfortable in her heart. No, is there something wrong with Lin Ye's brain?
With this family business, was it just lost due to a fever in the previous life?
If she had known this earlier, she might not have exchanged marriages with Su Man!
After all, the Zhao family’s money all belongs to Zhao Huaguang’s father, and Lin Ye’s money is actually his own.
"What?"
Zhao Huaguang was also confused. Last year, the market was liberalized, state-owned shopping malls were reformed, and many counters were opened to private contracting.
But this thing cannot be contracted with just a little money, you also need a source of supply.
Even when he wanted to rent a counter, his father refused.
Why does he have the right to be such a cripple?
Lin Ye ignored the two of them and gave the watch to Su Man.
Glancing at the two still standing there, he couldn't help but frown.
"That reminds me, I won't sell you anything at my counter..."
The salesperson nodded and took the remaining watches away.
"Got it, boss."
Su Meimei was so angry that she jumped up and down and went to see Zhao Huaguang.
"Hua Guang, are you just going to let him bully us like this?"
Zhao Huaguang was embarrassed, but the counters were all contracted out, and he couldn't stop people from doing the work.
"Okay, so much bullshit every day? Didn't you say no, no, no, I'm leaving..."
The two of them left the mall dejectedly, and Lin Ye then turned around to look at Su Man.
"Anything else to watch?"
Su Man looked at the watch on her wrist and then at Lin Ye.
How should I put it? I thought the man she married was a pauper, but he turned out to be a first-generation rich man.
Somehow, lying down was the right approach.
Lin Ye took Su Man to a nearby counter and told her that the counter next door selling home appliances was also his.
Having walked here, Lin Ye stopped by the warehouse to take a look and take inventory of the goods.
Su Man didn't follow them. She found a small stall outside to sit down and rest, and ordered a bowl of mung bean soup.
The mung bean soup cost two cents a bowl, and it was filled with plenty of rock sugar and had been frozen in the well for a whole morning.
She took a sip, it was icy and sweet, and she squinted her eyes in satisfaction.
Suddenly, Su Meimei appeared from nowhere, stood in front of her and glared at her fiercely.
"Su Man, are you feeling quite proud? Did you deliberately ask Lin Ye to come here today to win your respect?"
"Tell me! When did you know Lin Ye's family was so wealthy?"
Looking at the watch on Su Man's wrist, it would be a lie if she said she had no regrets.
If they hadn't exchanged their marriages, if they hadn't exchanged their marriages, this would have been hers.
Su Man drank the last sip of mung bean soup and wiped her mouth.
"Just now! But, what does my man's family background have to do with you?"
She threw down these words and was about to get up and leave.
Su Meimei was furious and stopped her.
Thinking of something, I couldn't help but smile.
"Yeah, you're the only one who's so happy in this situation."
"It must be hard in private, right? Can Lin Ye satisfy you like that?"
"When a woman marries a man, she still values his performance in bed."
"Tsk tsk tsk, it's really hard for you to be a widow for such a small amount of money."
"My Huaguang can come twice a night."
She just wanted to let Su Man know how much Zhao Huaguang liked her.
As for whether she slept with Zhao Huaguang, could Su Man find out?
Su Man slapped Su Meimei's hand away and laughed even more happily than her.
"You're showing off here after just two times? My Lin Ye comes seven or eight times a night."
Su Meimei's face darkened: "Impossible..."
In her previous life, she was married to that old widower, and it was good enough to have sex once a night.
Su Man covered her mouth and laughed out loud: "No way? No way? There are still men who can't come seven or eight times a night? Are they still considered men?"
"No wonder you looked so unhappy and irritable. So this is what happened..."
Seeing that Su Man said it as if it were true, Su Meimei couldn't help but fall into doubt.
Could it be that Lin Ye is really that powerful?
But didn't he hurt his leg?
He felt more and more unhappy. He had obviously exchanged marriages for the purpose of living a good life, but why was he still being suppressed by Su Man in every way?
"Okay, this is a bargain for you."
"Give me the betrothal money and the money you asked for last time, otherwise I will tell Lin Ye that you want to exchange the marriage. At worst, you can exchange it back."
Of course, she just said that to scare Su Man.
Compared to the current wealth, it is more attractive to become a rich wife in Hong Kong.
Lin Ye is such a small-time guy, at best he can only be a millionaire with a salary of 10,000 yuan.
But Zhao Huaguang is different. He wants to run a business and is a famous entrepreneur!
Su Man was so angry at her shameless look that she laughed and brushed off the dust on her body.
"Go ahead and tell me, just go ahead and tell me, will Lin Ye pay any attention to you?"
"I'll have to tell Zhao Huaguang later that his wife doesn't like him and wants other men!"
After walking a few steps, I ran into Zhao Huaguang.
He looked at Su Man and asked with a smile.
"What are you two sisters talking about? Come to our house for dinner sometime? Xiao Man, you can't become estranged from your brother Hua Guang just because you're married."
Su Man gave him a forced smile and glanced up and down at him.
"Your wife said you, tsk..."
Although nothing was said, it seemed as if everything was said.
Zhao Huaguang's face turned dark and he looked at Su Meimei.
"I'm not, I didn't, don't listen to her nonsense."
Su Meimei felt nauseous and angry, but she couldn't explain it clearly.
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