My Demon Tyrant And Sweet Baby

Chapter 628 Sugar Coated Cannonball

"go!"

Ning Zhiyuan left a word coldly, and then softly said to Lu Yongchun: "Wing Chun, give him your car key, and let him drive the car back for you."

Lu Wingchun took out his car key. Ning Zhiyuan took the car key and threw it to Silver Fox. Silver Fox’s eyes quickly caught the car key. Ning Zhiyuan had already pulled Lu Wingchun into a stride and threw back: "Go to the gas station first and help Wing Chun fill up the gas tank."

silver fox:……

Who did he provoke? Was it easy for him to send a betrothal gift to China?

Along the way, how many levels did he need to clear before he could deliver everything safely. He was so tired that he was about to be born early. When he reached his destination, he hadn't eaten a bite of hot rice, so he had a bowl of instant noodles, and he barely made up three points. , I haven't rested yet, and I have to help the young lady drive the car back, and we will drive as soon as I drove, and I have to help refuel...

Pit him!

The young master is cheating him.

Even if it doesn't cost much to add gas, Yinhu feels extremely wronged.

Looking at the attitude of the young sect master, he is so cold to him, but gentle and considerate to the young lady makes him jealous!

Ning Zhiyuan was too lazy to pay attention to Yinhu's grievance, and took Lu Wingchun to leave Ning's house.

On the way, Lu Yongchun asked tentatively: "Is it Mr. Feng who asked Junli to send the bride price?"

"Ok."

"He is interested."

Ning Zhiyuan hummed coldly, "This is a sugar-coated cannonball."

Lu Yongchun was puzzled.

"He sent a generous dowry gift to me, which is equivalent to telling me how much money did the door pay to prepare the dowry for you. The flame door has the public, and all the high-level management knows the public property. After the public property shrinks, naturally I have to fill it back. That is my responsibility. As the young master, the burden on my shoulders is to make the flame gate stronger and stronger, and the public property more and more."

Lu Yongchun was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled bitterly, "You people have calculations behind giving gifts."

Ning Zhiyuan continued: "The old man gave me full authority to take over the Flame Gate in a disguised form, and his old man can go happy and free. With his mind, once he loses his troubles in the gate, do you think there is still peace in this world? Neither of us has a peaceful life. I still want to live a peaceful and stable life for a few years. At least I have to wait until we have a few babies before I will take over the flame gate."

Reminiscent of Feng Batian's disposition that likes to fix people, Lu Yongchun nodded, "It really can't be made easy for him."

Feng Batian was about to vomit blood.

What kind of heir is this, he won't let him retire when he is so old.

In order to compete for the position of the Patriarch, your family often set off a **** storm, but on the Flame Gate, the position of the sect leader was like needles and felt. The sect owner sat on his buttocks, Ning Zhiyuan refused to sit on it, Feng Ba Tian suddenly felt that he had not cultivated the ambition of the little rascals to fight for power.

Everyone at the Flame Gate has a black face!

Loyalty will still be complained!

"Those things have been delivered to my house, can they still be returned?" Lu Yongchun was worried that the host would cut first and then play, and Ning Zhiyuan could not solve it.

Ning Zhiyuan pondered for a moment before he said, "It's really difficult to return, but it's not impossible. Of course, if the old man is willing to give in, we can accept it. With such a betrothal gift, you will be able to marry me. I want to give You are a sensational wedding in the city."

Lu Yongchun smiled and said, "Even if they don't send me a generous gift, you will marry me beautifully. In fact, I don't care if the wind is not beautiful. As long as I marry you, even if there is no wedding, I will be happy and happy."

Ning Zhiyuan glanced at her, with a pampering eye in his eyes, and said softly: "Silly girl, people who love you would rather be wronged than you would be wronged."

President Ningda, who doesn't speak love words, occasionally said a very sincere word, but Lu Yongchun moved more than love words.

If he weren't driving the car, Lu Yongchun really wanted to plunge into his arms.

...

Kylin Villa.

Lujia.

There are several new cars parked in the yard, all of which are famous cars.

That was one of the dowry gifts from Flame Gate.

And there are many expensive gifts in the room. Except for the big ones, the small ones are wrapped in red paper, with a big "hiring" sticker, telling others that this is Ning Zhiyuan's betrothal gift to Lu Yongchun.

There are so many things that almost occupy the void space on the first floor, and all the furnishings on the first floor have been temporarily moved to the second floor, otherwise there is no room for people.

The men who gave gifts were all carefully selected by Feng Batian. They were all younger generations, aged between twenty-five and thirty-five years old, all in black suits, and everyone was wearing a tie. On the surface it looks like a senior white-collar worker.

A closer look will reveal that these people are almost all about the same height, and their looks are not bad.

The host, his old man, has a good intention, and wants to show these young people a face, and see if he can seduce a few young girls back to achieve a good marriage. When the sect master should be like him, how many people do their best to solve the major marriage issues of the younger generation?

Lu Yongchun's sister looked at the rows of people in black who were sitting in a curious manner.

All the stools in the house were moved in, and they were not enough to sit. I went to the next room overnight and borrowed a lot of stools.

These people who are responsible for the betrothal gifts are all trained to sit neatly, or sit together, making the first floor where gifts occupy most of the space, becoming more crowded.

"One, two, three, four, five..." Miss Lu Er was still counting how many people in black were sitting in total. Mrs. Lu tapped her counting hands, she stuck out her tongue playfully, and then the rows were black. The clothes were all looking over.

The Lu family's mother and daughter froze suddenly.

Everyone's eyes fell on Miss Lu Er's equally pretty face, but the young men had no other expressions. Instead, Miss Lu Er blushed embarrassedly.

"Ahem, um, um, the room is a bit crowded, can you... forget it, let's squeeze it, it's cold outside." Mr. Lu was also shocked.

Ning Zhiyuan said that these were his people, and that they were from the Flame Gate.

He didn't expect that all the people at the Flame Gate looked like elites. People would want to take them home and become son-in-law when they looked at them. Unfortunately, he only has two daughters, one is already Ning Zhiyuan’s fiancée, and A little daughter... Well, there are too many candidates, it's not easy to choose, and there are not enough points.

Mr. Lu looked at his wife's belly with regret. Unfortunately, the couple had only two daughters. If they had dozens of daughters, these elites would become his son-in-law. Haha, he would be relaxed.

Knowing a husband is like a wife.

Mr. Lu's regretful glance, Mrs. Lu immediately knew what her man was thinking, she gave her husband a bad look, and Mr. Lu also blinked at her to show her the regret in his eyes.

Is he really sorry, why didn't he have dozens of daughters?

Mrs. Lu:...

When she is a pig? Even pigs can't give birth to so many!