The second time through the book, the villain boss actually relies on bankruptcy to clean up

Chapter 212 Her Boyfriend Has Money
Lu Yan Shiran yawned and said coldly, "I don't know."

She really didn't know, but since Fu Siyi bought this, she would have known.

She has no money and her boyfriend has money.

Mrs. Feng didn't know what was going on in Lu Yan's mind, so she continued to taunt: "If you had given birth to a boy for my son, the benefits would definitely be you."

Look at Yuanyuan, she now lives in a single-family apartment that she rents out. She doesn't have to do anything every month, and there is a nanny to serve her, and she has an extra pocket money.

If only my son had married An Yuan back then, she was beautiful and quiet, well-educated, good-looking, well-behaved and sensible, nothing better than that Li Meng.

Lu Yan almost thought he was blind, so this person was right.

She put Fu Siyi, the best, so don't go crazy and find an uncle who can be her father in his 40s and s. Is she out of her mind?
Isn't she afraid that her son will slip up on the bed?

Not bad, does she look like she lacks these three melons and two dates?
"Your son is about to die, are you in a hurry to have a crown prince inherit the throne? Does your family inherit the throne? Do you want a son to inherit your family's pots and pans? Are you anxious to become the empress dowager and threaten the emperor to make the princes? "Lu Yan asked a lot of questions unceremoniously, without seeing Mrs. Feng's livid face.

At this time, An Yuan came out to smooth things over with a smile: "Miss, I don't know what conflicts you have with your aunt, but we should also understand the old man's painstaking efforts, we should be considerate."

She had a strong sense of crisis when she heard what old lady Feng said just now.

She opened her pitiful big eyes, and those who didn't know it thought it was Lu Yan who bullied her.

Lu Yan almost forgot that she knows what to do, she said with a cold face: "You are also a woman, why don't you understand the painstaking efforts of other wives? Comparing your heart with other wives? You know that the wives are still there, Is it because the tree doesn’t need bark and you don’t want to lose face, and you can’t make money if you have hands and feet?”

Lu Yanpao's continuous chatter was a cultural export to An Yuan.

After greeting these two wonderful things, Lu Yan felt much happier.

An Yuan opened her big eyes and fluttered a few times, with tears welling up in her eyes, as if she was about to cry.

She was very unwilling, and said stubbornly: "Aren't you the same as me, hanging on to others, isn't it because you have a good-looking face? They won't marry you..."

An Yuan looked at the handsome man behind Lu Yan, especially after she saw the necklace on Lu Yan's neck, she felt even more jealous.

She had seen that necklace in the news before, it was worth million, and she didn't think Lu Yan would be able to afford it.

It must be the man behind her!

Why should I give birth to a child for an old man, but she can be so chic!

It would be great if I met this man earlier...

"Baby, some people say that we won't get married..." Lu Yan said deliberately with a drawn-out tone.

Fu Siyi's expression was extremely cold, as if a storm from the extreme north was coming with ice and snow in it, making people feel the chill in their bones.

He hates others talking about it the most, he is really afraid...

The light of the Buddha beads on Fu Siyi's wrist was a little dim, like stars hidden in the clouds before the rainy day.

His gloomy face, like Shura who came out of Abi Hell, is frightening, and his eyes are getting darker and darker, making people tremble and surrender from the bottom of their hearts.

Fu Siyi is like the uncrowned king in the dark night, life and death are in his hands.

Old Mrs. Feng was sweating profusely at the moment, and her face was extremely ugly. An Yuan supported Old Mrs. Feng for fear that she would faint.

"I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to..."

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