Chapter 1595

You guys should get some rest early, A Chen, I'll leave Yan Yan to you.""No problem." Let me know if you have any other text you'd like translated!Let me know if you have any other text you'd like tr..."Have you found something you like" Jiang Yue saw her stop and took her hand, saying, "Let's go take a look"

Those models still had tags on them, with two words written on them: "New Style".

"Whatever you fancy, just try it! I'll pay for it today!" Jiang Yue said generously.

"Have you made money" Ou Yan asked with a light smile.

"I made a little money." Jiang Yue whispered, "Buying a few clothes is no problem."

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"So Ou Yan guessed, 'Is it pharmaceuticals' "

"No, but how did you know I would be tinkering with pills" Jiang Yue said, then suddenly remembered something and laughed again, "It's my paintings! I sold them on the black market for 500,000... Because my foster parents are teachers, they like to paint and practice calligraphy in their spare time. I learned some from them when I was little."

Although not a master-level figure, the paintings and calligraphy he created could still sell for some money...

"I still have a calligraphy work that sold for 300,000 yuan, so feel free to pick one today, it's on me!" Just as Jiangyue's smile bloomed, a girl looked at her with extremely unfriendly eyes.

"Jiang Yue" The girl's voice was laced with displeasure. "This kind of place is also where you can come How, your father hasn't given you less money, dare to come here"

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!

"Let's go over there." Jiang Yue took Ou Yan's hand and was about to leave, not wanting to waste time talking with her.

The girl, seeing Jiang Yue holding the white rose in his arms, said with a more sarcastic tone, “How many years has your mother been dead You're still wasting money on this stuff Just looking at it makes me feel disgusted!”

Let me know if you have any other text you'd like me to translate!r the Fourth Young Master. It's Miss Ou Yan... she wouldn't let me...""Why" Song Qiao Ying was stunned, then looked at Li Si and Ling Feng. Both of them wore expressions of guilt and silence. Could it...