Deng Baoyan didn't give Yang Guo a good look. First, she was not satisfied with Yang Guo. Second, Yang Guo was at war with her just now. Deng Baoyan was so angry that Yang Guo's impression in her heart kept falling down.

Without looking at Yang Guo, Deng Baoyan walked directly past Yang Guo, walked to the living room and sat down on the chair just opened by Yang Guo. The bodyguard in the living room stood behind her with his hands down, expressionless. After another bodyguard closed the door, he stood behind the door. They set up a black and astringent negotiation formation, and the atmosphere was very tense.

Seeing this, Yang Guo squatted down, gently pushed Qiqi, and whispered to her, "Qiqi, don't come out in the room. Dad is talking to that grandma outside."

Qiqi nodded cleverly. She kissed her father on the face and ran back to the bedroom.

Yang Guo came to Deng Baoyan. Deng Baoyan slapped the table with a bang and asked sternly, "where has she gone? Don't tell me you don't know."

"Aunt, don't be angry, we have something to say." Yang Guo quickly pacified.

"Say it well, can you say it well? I can't find anyone when I come to open a room at night. How can I say it well?" Deng Baoyan raised her eyebrows and shouted.

"Ah?" Yang Guo understood that Zheng Yujie's mother seemed to be thinking of something wrong. He quickly explained, "aunt, you misunderstood. The relationship between me and Yu Jie is not what you think!"

"It's not what I think? I think so? What else can I think when you open a room?" Deng Baoyan's opening was a long series of rhetorical questions.

"No, we didn't open a house!" Yang Guo explained, "Yujie lives in her house. We didn't mess around, aunt, you really misunderstood!"

"Then why did her car park in the hotel?" Deng Baoyan didn't believe it. She asked suspiciously.

"Yujie lent me her car last night so that I could use it first in the capital these days." Yang Guo explained.

It seemed that the matter was not as serious as expected. Deng Baoyan's face slowed slightly, and she was still a little skeptical. She glanced at Yang Guo and asked, "what you said is true? Didn't you come out together last night?"

"Really not. I live in this hotel with my daughter." Yang Guo sincerely explained. Can he be insincere? Because she borrowed Zheng Yujie's car, her mother thought she had tarnished her daughter's innocence. No wonder she was guilty. This misunderstanding must be explained clearly.

"Sorry, aunt, I didn't know it was you just now. There was something offensive in your words..." Yang Guo carefully apologized, but Deng Baoyan interrupted before he finished speaking.

"Let's not talk about this!" Deng Baoyan was still very domineering. She waved and interrupted Yang Guo's words. Then Deng Baoyan took out a cheque book from her bag, scrawled a cheque, tore it off, put it on the table, and then pushed it in front of Yang Guo with two fingers pressed.

Yang Guo was a little confused and looked at Deng Baoyan suspiciously.

"Here is a million, leave her!" Deng Baoyan said coldly.

"What?" Yang Guo was surprised.

"Dissatisfied?" Deng Baoyan wrote a check again, and retreated to Yang Guo with the same action, "two million, are you satisfied?"

Yang Guo suddenly turned pale. He frowned and asked, "aunt, what are you doing? Do you insult my personality with money?" At this moment, countless dog blood clips of movies, TV dramas or novels flashed in Yang Guo's mind.

"Hum, I have a big appetite?" Deng Baoyan slapped her Checkbook on the table again. As she wrote, she sneered, "OK, give you another three million, five million, leave my daughter and get out of the capital!"

Yang Guo pushed the newly written check back to Deng Baoyan with the previous two. He shook his head and said, "aunt, no matter how much money you give me, I won't promise!"

Deng Baoyan looked at Yang Guo with a sneer and said, "I believe everything has a price. Please make a price. In the final analysis, how much do you want to leave her?"

"It's not about money." Yang Guo frowned and said.

"Hehe, it seems that your plot is not small!" Deng Baoyan sneered, "unfortunately, you picked the wrong person. To tell you clearly, our Zheng family is not something you can afford!"

Normally, Yang Guo should try his best to explain that he and Zheng Yujie are innocent at this time, but at this time, Yang Guo has some superiors. He was stimulated by Deng Baoyan's words. He said unconvinced, "your Zheng family is very powerful, but why should I climb up to you? Do I care about your rights? Do I care about your money?"

Recalling Deng Baoyan's previous words about "hillbilly", Yang Guo was even more disgusted. He said, "don't always talk about money. Is money omnipotent? Although I came out of the countryside, I won't recognize money, because money can't change happiness and happiness!"

"Can you give my daughter happiness without money?" Deng Baoyan sniffed at Yang Guo's statement. She laughed and said, "your idea is too naive. In the final analysis, are you interested in Yu Jie's money? Don't think I don't know. You have books to translate and money to earn. These opportunities are won by Yu Jie for you! Otherwise, you are not a poor translator?"

Yang Guo was immediately annoyed when he was questioned about his major. He didn't care to explain that he was not Zheng Yujie's man and didn't need him to give Zheng Yujie happiness. He quarreled with Deng Baoyan first. Yang Guo wants to make it clear that he doesn't make money from Zheng Yujie's books!

To clarify this problem, we need to list a lot of data. Yang Guo broke his fingers and calculated with Deng Baoyan. Finally, he concluded: "the money I earn in the translation company is more than ten times that of the translation of those books. In fact, it takes longer time and energy to translate those books. If it is not for my interest, do I need to translate books for the publishing house?"

"I admit that Yu Jie really helped me a lot when I worked with the publishing house, but please don't question my ability. My translation books can't sell well without my efforts." Yang Guozheng said.

"Do you think you make enough money?" Deng Baoyan sneered. Yang Guo just spent a lot of time saying that it was all in vain. She didn't care how strong Yang Guo's translation level was.

"Not much, but enough for our lives!" Yang Guo said sincerely.

His "we" here refers to him and Qiqi, but obviously speaking out under this situation, Deng Baoyan misunderstood.

Deng Baoyan sneered, "it's ridiculous. This money is enough. Do you know how much our Yujie spends a month?"

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