C212 1 million check?

Every time Song Jiayin sent the Old Master back to sleep … When she felt it.

you look at the bed. Lying on the bed was her benevolent grandfather, who revealed a gentle smile at the corner of his mouth. She liked her grandfather very much, and her grandfather was also very good to her, just like how he treated his own granddaughter. My grandfather tucked the corner of his blanket in and got out of bed. He stood up and glanced at the bed. She gently left the room with the person who was sleeping on the bed.

Closing the door, Song Jiayin took a deep breath and walked downstairs.

Song Jiayin directly walked to the fridge, opened the fridge door and took out a bottle of water. She opened the lid, took a sip and closed the fridge door, then walked over to the sofa and sat down.

She put the water on the table and picked up the magazine.

Song Jiayin looked at the time and looked at the time, thinking that Gong Yichen should be back, why is he not back yet?

She put her magazine on the table, opened her cell phone and dialed a number, then put it to her ear.

Gong Yichen, who was clearing up the last bit of information, heard the phone on the table vibrate. He put down the information in his hand and picked up the phone.

Gong Yichen stood up from his chair, and pressed the answer button in front of the window.

"Hey, Yichen, it's already nine o'clock, why aren't you back yet?" Gong Yichen looked outside and chuckled: "What's wrong? You're thinking of me so quickly? It's fine, I'll be going back soon."

Song Jiayin was sitting on the sofa and waiting for me to speak, her whole face was red. She felt dizzy, and even her ears felt a bit hot. It seemed that she had something cute to do.

"Who's missing you," When Gong Yichen heard her words, he thought about Song Jiayin's current appearance, and the small matter at the corner of his mouth grew bigger and bigger.

"But I really miss you," Gong Yichen said in a dishonest tone.

Song Jiayin's face flushed red: Alright, I won't say anymore. When are you coming back?

"I'll be right back," Song Jiayin said after hearing what he had said. "Alright, I understand, then I'll leave it like this," after he finished speaking, she hung up the phone.

Song Jiayin sat on the sofa, her hand on her heart that was thumping uncontrollably, suddenly revealed a smile.

Gong Yichen looked at the phone and laughed, then placed the phone back into his pocket. He crossed his arms in front of his chest and looked at the bright city outside.

The outside sky seemed to have pulled back a black curtain, but the city outside was indeed brightly lit.

Gong Yichen looked outside and his heart was moved. He saw that thousands of houses were lit up and there was a light waiting for him in one of them.

Gong Yichen laughed, turned his body, and sat down at the table to quickly tidy up the information. He put on his jacket, picked up the cheque on the table, placed it inside his clothes, took his key and got on the carriage, then left the office.

Gong Yichen took the elevator to the underground parking lot, walked to the front of the car, opened the car door and went in. Without stopping, he started the throttle, and slowly drove out of the underground parking lot.

As the car sped along the road, the skyscrapers outside the window flashed by one by one. Once again, he had the mind to care about anything outside the window. He only looked at the road in front of him, wanting to reach his home as soon as possible.

Within minutes, the car was waiting for me to stop in front of the villa.

Song Jiayin smiled as she read the magazine and listened to the noises outside.

Gong Yichen parked his car and entered the villa. He saw Song Jiayin busying herself in the kitchen, he slowly walked over and leaned on the kitchen door, and smiled at the person in the kitchen.

Song Jiayin poured the warm milk into a cup. She turned her body holding the milk, and was shocked by the person standing at the door.

"Why is there no sound when you walk? You're scaring me to death," Saying that, he rolled his eyes, then handed the warm milk in his hand to the young man in front of him. "Drink it."

Gong Yichen took the milk from her hands and drank it all in one gulp. He then handed the empty cup to her, and Song Jiayin placed it on the stove.

She turned around, and was about to say something when she saw the ticket Gong Yichen handed to her.

"For me?" Song Jiayin raised her head and looked at him.

"Mn," Song Jiayin took the cheque in his hand. "A million?" Song Jiayin looked at Gong Yichen in shock.

Gong Yichen raised his eyebrows as he looked at him.

"Why did you give me so much money?" Song Jiayin looked at him suspiciously, as she was a little confused in her heart.

Gong Yichen pulled her into the living room and sat on the sofa. He pulled her into his embrace and hugged her, "You've officially become my wife first."

"And then?" Song Jiayin raised her head and looked at the person in front of him.

Gong Yichen lowered his head and looked at the person waiting for me in his embrace, and lightly kissed her forehead: "This is the betrothal gift money."

When Song Jiayin heard his words, she came out from his embrace and seriously thought of him. "I like you, so I'm with you, not for your money …" After Song Jiayin finished speaking, she frowned a little.

Gong Yichen was very happy when he heard her words. Of course he knew that she didn't marry him for money, but hearing that she liked him made his heart feel as sweet as honey.

He watched her as she took her in her arms and rubbed her head with her big hands. "Baby, don't be angry, I know you married me not for my money, but for me, don't you?"

When Song Jiayin heard his words, her face flushed red. She raised her hand and lightly hammered his body.

"But my wife, the money I gave you was for a gift, this is a custom," Gong Yichen pulled the person out from his embrace and looked at her face.

Song Jiayin pushed him away from her and stood up from the wide sofa. She went around to the back of the sofa and leaned on the sofa, her back facing Gong Yichen: "Even if it's the betrothal gift money, you don't need to go that far?"

Gong Yichen looked at the person who had his back to him and helplessly said: "This is the betrothal gift money, it is something that I must take," As he said this, he stood up from the sofa and walked to her front and pulled her hand: "And you are my, Gong Yichen's, wife, so you deserve the best."

Song Jiayin looked at the time, then said to him: "It's getting late, go wash up first, we will talk about this later."

Gong Yichen looked at her and sighed. He then placed the cheque into her hands, "Take the cheque first, I'm going to take a bath."

Song Jiayin looked at the cheque in her hand and nodded.

Gong Yichen pulled Song Jiayin upstairs and they went into the bedroom together. Gong Yichen pressed them to the bed. Go up and touch her head and go into the bathroom.

Song Jiayin watched as he walked into the bathroom, stood up, and walked to the French window. She pushed the window open and walked to the balcony.

A gust of wind blew over, causing Song Jiayin to feel very comfortable. She lifted her hand, and gently tucked her hair behind her ears as she looked up at the stars in the sky.