Orange Fried Spicy Strips

Feng Lin held the ten photos his old man had given him and fell into deep thought.
There was the glamorous CEO, the gentle teacher, the international superstar, the professional assassin...
His task was to marry one of them.

Ten Goddesses Insist to Marry Me

Feng Lin shook his head slightly from the side, feeling that it probably wouldn't work out, after all, Liu Xiangnan had been hurt before and encountering the same type of woman again, he definitely rejected her deep down.


"Sorry, if it's a house in Yun City, I don't have one right now," Liu Xiangnan said, shaking his head slightly.


"Of course it's a house in Yun City. Do you think I'd want one in an eighteenth-tier small city, or even in the countryside?"


Liu Ting looked at Liu Xiangnan somewhat displeased, "Do you have a car?"


"What kind of car?" Liu Ting asked, lifting her eyelids.


"Forget about it. Volkswagen a car? Mercedes and BMW are trash, Porsche is the bare minimum."


Liu Ting pursed her lips and sighed deeply, "How much is your monthly salary?"


Feng Lin glanced at Liu Xiangnan, whose expression was already growing impatient.


Chapter 180 Go for a Foot Wash_1