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Chapter 708
The man smiled and said, “So I saved a white-eyed wolf. Without me, you would die.”
Irene looked at the infusion bag with trepidation, “You just give me the infusion? Anyway, use a pole to support it?”
“I’ll mention it to you personally, do you dislike me?” The man looked at Irene incredulously. “Do you know who I am?”
The expression seemed to be her honor for him to serve her.
“I care who you are. In my eyes, you are the perpetrator. You are responsible for me if you hurt me.”
The man curled his lips and said aggrieved: “Obviously you hit my car and broke my car’s headlight. You have to pay me.”
Irene said: “If you don’t want any money, you’ll die. If you want it, take it.”
The man saw her rather bloody, but smiled. “Forget it, you can’t afford to pay for my car headlights. Just stay at my house and take care of the flowers and plants for me, as compensation.”
Irene refused, “I don’t know how to take care of flowers and plants. I will pay you how much the headlights cost.”
The man frowned, “No one has ever dared to bargain with me. You can’t afford to pay for my headlights.”
“Don’t underestimate people.”
The man raised a finger, Irene sneered: “Ten thousand?”
The man shook his head.
“One hundred thousand?” Irene exclaimed, “Isn’t it just a common car? I can’t recognize the country where the car is made. The price of a car may not be worth one hundred thousand. You have a car. The headlights charge me 100,000, are you robbery?”
The man’s face became ugly, “You said my car logo is really earthy?”
Irene said: “The body design is earthier!”
The man snapped his fingers back, “Well, how much do you think it is worth?”
“One thousand Yuan. Not much.”
The man took a breath of air-conditioning-headlights that cost millions of dollars were sold at a low price.
“Forget it, you don’t have to pay.”
The man was frustrated.
Doesn’t this woman see that his car material is very special?
“Hey, I’m a little hungry, do you have anything to eat?” Irene was a little flustered with hunger.
The man shouted outside, “Mother Zhang.”
An old lady with a fat body and curly hair walked in.
She walked up to the man with a respectful look and awe-inspiring tone. “Master, what’s the dispatch?”
Irene looked at the master and servant suspiciously, always feeling that this man looked like a beautiful and harmless appearance, kind to others, and the old lady shouldn’t be afraid of him to such a point.
But the old lady’s body was tight. Obviously, I am especially afraid of saying the wrong thing.
“This lady is hungry, go and make her something delicious.”
“Yes.”
After the old lady left, Irene looked at the man’s face and said, “She seems to be afraid of you.”
The man grabbed the apple next to him and stuffed it into his mouth. It was obviously a non-imaginative action, but he was very elegant and expensive.
“Aren’t you afraid of me?” he asked rhetorically.
There are too many people in this world who are afraid of him. He has not found anyone who is not afraid of him.