It's time to let President Yan earn money to support his son (1)

"Is 100 million a year too low? that's true. ke youbin didn't wait for her reply and touched his forehead. how about this, one hundred million for the first year, two hundred million for the second year ...

Xia Bo was so shocked that one of her long legs was still outside the car.

But soon, a warm and powerful palm reached out from the side, clasped her white arm, and with a little force, brought her into the car.

While Shiba was still in a daze, the lingering warmth on her arm had already disappeared.

What he got in return was a scream from the front seat!

"Owuuu!" Ke youbin held the back of his head in pain. boss, don't hit me, don't ... We'll compete fairly, we're all men!"

Xia Bo 'er opened her pink lips, then closed them again.

She had read the original work and knew that ke youbin was not a simple person.