I’m Secretly Married to a Big Shot

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

She figured it out now.

Now that she has decided to accept Mo Yesi, she must treat him as a true husband.

Therefore, is it natural for a wife to spend her husband's money?

And her husband is so rich.

When she spent it, she felt no more psychological burden.

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

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

Jiang Luoli flipped through the menu and saw the price above.

This revolving restaurant is very famous.

Before Bai Yusheng talked to people about cooperation, she took her to the restaurant once. The meal consisted of six people and they ate almost a million.

Jiang Luli was very impressed by the millions of meals.

"Of course, am I kidding me?"

"But it's expensive here..."

Jiang Luoli picked up the menu and blocked half of his face. He lowered his voice and said to her, "If it's a male god, I wouldn't say anything more expensive. Are you sure you are the guest? Have you brought enough money?" "

Qiao Mianmian's economic situation, Jiang Luoli is still clear.

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

Therefore, she didn't worry about Qiao Mianmian's payment.

Even if this place is a bit lower than the banquet, if three people eat it, it must have at least six figures.

Qiao Mianmian didn't say anything, just drew a wallet from the bag, and drew a black card from the 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."

"Lying trough, black card?"

Jiang Luo's eyes were straight for a moment, and he picked up the card and turned it over and looked at it. Then his voice was lowered, and he asked Qiao Mianmian with a little excitement: "Baby, is this card given to you by the goddess?"

"Ok."

"How much is in this card?"

Qiao Mianmian told me honestly: "One million a month, he said it was my pocket money."

"Lying trough, one million pocket money a month?" Jiang Luo was drooling from envy.

"Er, yes. And he said that because my ability to break a family is not good, so give less."

Jiang Luoli: "..."

This evil rich man!

Does pocket money start with millions?

"Baby, tell me, is there any brother or brother for the male god? As long as he is an adult. Ah ah, I also want to find a boyfriend who can give me one million every month! What if I fall in love?"

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

God knows that her ultimate goal in life is to be able to eat nothing, sleep well, play well, and eat happy rice worms that she can wear all her life.

Qiao Mianmian thought of Mo Shixiu, and his mood was a little subtle. He was silent for a while and said, "Have a brother."

"Brother? Brother is good." Jiang Luoli smiled, "Dear brother, was it born in a mother's belly?"

"Well, dear brother." Still another male god, Qiao Mianmian silently added this sentence in his heart.

"Have you seen it? Is it handsome, is he in good shape, is it at the same level as my goddess?"

Qiao Mianmian thought about it seriously, and then replied: "It's handsome, and his figure is also pretty good, as for the standard..."