The Rich Family President’s Trying to Keep Up With his Second Marriage

"Is it okay?" Zuo Yimeng asked Ni Lehui.

"It's too expensive." Ni Lehui truly said what she thought in her heart. It was not the first time she went shopping with Zuo Yimeng, especially skin care products, what cream, what oil, what...

This is the most expensive one she has come across. Zuo Yimeng bought it without asking her opinion, she would not speak up, but when Zuo Yimeng asked her opinion, she would honestly say what she thought.

"Miss, you get what you pay for, and our product is worth the price." The sales lady in front of the counter said.

"Only you know if it's worth it or not," Ni Lehui said.

"Miss, what do you mean?" the salesman asked, how do you hear this, why do you find it so unpleasant?

"Literally." Ni Lehui raised her head and glanced at the advertisement on it. It was too fake. Using this product, you can rejuvenate yourself at the age of ninety. Do you believe it? Ninety years old, hum! Whether people nowadays can live to be eighty years old is unknown, and how many people live to be ninety years old.

"This lady..."

"You should be new here, and you haven't seen it before." Ni Lehui said.

"We are a big brand." The salesman looked at Ni Lehui and said, "I can understand that bourgeois people like you can't afford it, but you can't slander and question our brand just because you can't afford it." As for the quality of the product, the dress of this brand you are wearing should be a counterfeit product, while the genuine product costs tens of thousands, nearly one hundred thousand."

"A dog's eyes look at the bottom of a person, where is the person in charge here?" Ni Lehui was not angry, but Zuo Yimeng became angry, pointing to the salesman and questioning: "What is your look? Is this dress a counterfeit? Look clearly, it is a counterfeit." ?"

The salesman didn't expect Zuo Yimeng to stand up and say, "Madam..."

"Call your person in charge." Zuo Yimeng was furious, as if you didn't call your person in charge, she would have no fun with them.

"Auntie, forget it." Ni Lehui pulled Zuo Yimeng, it seemed that Auntie would not buy it.

"Forget it? What? What kind of bourgeois are you? You have so much money that you can scare her to death, and even talk about the bourgeoisie. I hate this kind of powerful person the most." Zuo Yimeng scolded. .

"Auntie, those are not my assets." Ni Lehui reminded in a low voice, those are Yan Yaoshun's, not hers, Yan Yaoshun had them before she and Yan Yaoshun got married.

"Do you have property notarized before marriage?" Zuo Yimeng asked.

"No." Ni Lehui shook her head. They were married in a flash. If she hadn't had a blind date in that coffee shop and Yan Yaoshun hadn't been in that coffee shop that day, they would never have met, and if they hadn't met, they would have never met. Later on.

"His property is yours. Even if you divorce, you can still share half of his property." Zuo Yimeng said.

Hearing Zuo Yimeng's words, the salesman looked at Ni Lehui with colored eyes, and his eyes were full of contempt. "I have no money, but I have self-esteem. I will never let myself sell my body or marry an old man in his seventies and eighties in order to live a rich life. The money I get from my own labor is not much. , but I spend it with peace of mind."

Zuo Yimeng was stunned for a moment, and then came to his senses. "You even kicked my nose on my face."

"Auntie." Ni Lehui pulled Zuo Yimeng and walked outside. She didn't want her auntie to argue with others because of her.

She likes the words of the salesman, "The money I get from my own labor is not much, but I spend it with peace of mind."