Out of control and sinking

"It's just a string of Buddhist prayer beads. I don't have three hundred million, but I do have thirty million."

Jiang Ruan spoke quite casually.

But only she herself knows how many scenes she filmed day and night, how many commercials she shot, and how much time she spent earning those 30 million.

So what? It's worth spending money on your man.

Moreover, Jiang Ruan had never given him any expensive gifts.

Upon hearing his words, Bo Ye's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to reach out and pinch her chin to ask for a kiss.

Unfortunately, the people from the auction arrived.

Fluent in Chinese: "Miss, these are the Buddhist beads and certificate you just photographed. All the documents are here. How would you like to make the payment?"

Jiang Ruan took out a card from her bag: "Swipe the card."

The POS machine clicked as it was taken over.

The crisp sound rang out, and Jiang Ruan's heart couldn't help but ache a little despite her otherwise noncommittal expression.

After all, that's thirty million.

If converted to RMB, it would be enough to crush a person to death.

Alas, money is something you can't take with you when you die.

Don't feel sorry for Jiang Ruan.

After spending the money, the auctioneers left in a hurry, as there were other big spenders waiting for them to spend more money.

Jiang Ruan picked up the Buddhist prayer beads, which felt quite heavy: "They're pretty heavy. Try them on and let me see."

She pulled his right hand over, about to put it on, when Bo Ye said, "Wait a minute."

He took off the string of Buddhist prayer beads from his wrist and held them out to him, saying, "Wear them."

Jiang Ruan's gaze unconsciously fell on his hands; his bones were distinct, his fingers were very long, and each joint was extremely beautiful.

She swallowed hard and couldn't help but exclaim, "Such beautiful hands, it's a real shame they're not hand models."

Bo Ye chuckled, knowing she had a hand fetish, and lightly flicked her brow: "Little fangirl."

In a doting tone: "I want to be one, but someone has to be willing to take it."

Jiang Ruan agreed: "That's true." "But if you were to become a hand model, you would definitely be the most expensive hand model in the country. I estimate you would earn much more than I do from acting."

Jiang Ruan clicked her tongue: "You're practically being fed by God."

As she spoke, she put the Buddhist prayer beads on his wrist.

It's completely different from the previous style.

Bo Ye's previous string of Buddhist prayer beads was too understated and low-key, while this string exudes luxury and weight. The gilded lettering is already eye-catching, giving people a fresh feeling.

It also suits his aura better.

After all, Bo Ye is not the kind of person who is low-key and reserved, hiding his brilliance.

"nice."

Staring at the Buddhist prayer beads, Jiang Ruan's dark eyes sparkled with a brilliant light. She praised them and asked him, "How is it? Do you like it?"

Speaking of this, something came to her mind.

"Oh dear, I think I forgot to ask if you liked it. But a good man's mindset is that he'll like anything his woman gives him."

She playfully stuck out her tongue at him: "So you're a good man? This is a gift from me, you're not allowed to dislike it."

Bo Ye chuckled, pressing his tongue against his back teeth. He raised his hand and pinched the tip of her nose, saying irritably, "You've said everything you could, good or bad. What can I say?"

"So, do you like it or not?"

Jiang Ruan said earnestly, "I feel an affinity for it. When it was served just now, I felt that it was a perfect match for you, that it was yours."

As she spoke, she winked at him.

It gives off a feeling of a kitten trying hard to please its owner.

Little did Bo Ye know, in his eyes, it was more like a warm invitation.

An unhealthy image flashed through his mind, his throat tightened, and he licked his thin lips, a strange desire rising within him.

Staring at the prayer beads, he replied, "Yes, I like them."

(End of this chapter)