The black card Mo Yesi gave her hadn't spent much money on it yet.

She has figured it out now.

Since she has decided to accept Mo Yesi, she has to treat him as her real husband.

So, isn’t it natural for your wife to spend your husband’s money?

And her husband is so rich.

When she spends it, she feels even less psychologically burdened.

On the contrary, if she didn't spend a penny, she felt that the person who had opinions should be Mo Yesi.

"Baby, did you really decide to invite me to dinner here?"

Jiang Luoli flipped through the menu and saw the price above, and was still a little shocked.

This revolving restaurant is famous.

When Bai Yusheng was talking about cooperation with people, he brought her here once. There were six people in total for the meal, and they ate about one million.

The dinner that cost millions of dollars impressed Jiang Luoli very deeply.

"Of course, am I kidding?"

"But, it's very expensive..."

Jiang Luoli picked up the menu and covered half of his side face, lowered his voice and said to her: "If it were a male god to treat him, I wouldn't say anything more expensive. Are you sure you treat him? Have you brought enough money?"

Jiang Luoli still knows what kind of economic situation Qiao Mianmian is.

The last time I went to the banquet for dinner, it was Mo Yesi's treat.

So, she was not worried about Qiao Mianmian paying the bill at all.

Even if the consumption in this place is slightly lower than that in Yanting, three people will have to count at least six figures after eating.

Qiao Mianmian said nothing, but just took out a wallet from her bag and then a black card from her wallet.

Then put the black card that symbolizes identity and wealth on the table: "Baby, eat with confidence. The money in the card is enough for a meal."

"Damn, black card?"

Jiang Luoli's eyes suddenly became wide open. He picked up the card and looked around, then his voice lowered. He asked Qiao Mianmian with a little excitement: "Baby, is this card given to you by the male god?"

"Um."

“How much money is there in this card?”

Qiao Mianmian honestly explained: "There is one million a month, and he said it was the pocket money he gave me."

"Damn, is there a million pocket money per month?" Jiang Luoli was so envious that he was about to drool.

"Oh, right. And he said that because I am not capable of spending my family, I give you less first."

Jiang Luoli: “…”

This evil rich man!

Do pocket money start from millions?

"Baby, tell me, does the male god have any brothers or brothers? As long as they are adults, I also want to find a boyfriend who can give me one million a month! What should I do if I suddenly want to fall in love?"

With a boyfriend who gives one million pocket money every month, what else can she strive for?

God knows that her ultimate goal in life is to be a happy rice worm that can be used without doing anything, eat well, sleep well, play well, and eat and wear all her life.

Qiao Mianmian thought of Mo Shixiu and felt a little subtle. She was silent for a while and said, "You have an older brother."

"Brother? Hello, brother." Jiang Luoli smiled, "Brother, did a mother give birth to her belly?"

"Well, brother." It's your other male god, Qiao Mianmian silently added this sentence in his heart.

"Have you seen it? Are you handsome and have a good figure? Are you of the same level as my male god?"
Chapter completed!