I just want to inherit the family property and don't want to fall in love

Isn't he grounding?How did you get here?
Ji Shizhan's face darkened, and he stood up and reprimanded: "Is this where you came from? Go back to your yard."

However, Ji Senli, who has always been submissive, ignored his scolding, closed the door, and approached him step by step.

"Didn't you hear me?"

Ji Senli slapped the table with his palm, making a loud noise.

Normally, someone would have rushed in to check it out, but at this moment it was completely quiet.

Ji Shizhan also felt something strange, staring at Ji Senli in front of him carefully: "You are not Senli, who are you?"

Seeing Ji Shizhan's nervousness, Ji Senli burst out laughing: "Who am I? I am your son, the young master of Jifu, why doesn't father know me?"

"No, you're not Senli!"

It is definitely not an ordinary person who can come to his study room silently.

What's more, the sharp eyes in those dark black pupils were not owned by that unfilial son Ji Senli at all.

Ji Shizhan immediately recognized the identity of the visitor: "You are Quan Lukun."

Ji Senli smiled in front of him, neither admitting nor denying it.

He just touched his cheek and tore off a thin skin, revealing a familiar yet unfamiliar face.

The scene in front of him really shocked Ji Shizhan. He shouted in horror: "Come on! Capture this assassin! Come on!"

"Don't shout, your people have already been invited to drink tea."

Quan Lukun paced leisurely in the room, as if he was the master here.

The plain sentence made Ji Shizhan's heart sink, he was careless after all.

After Quan Lukun was drawn out last time, he almost died in Jifu. Although he escaped by chance in the end, his injuries were also serious, and he should not recover within a month.

Ji Shizhan never expected that this person would make a comeback in such a short period of time.

This was his carelessness, but in such a short period of time, Quan Lukun would not be able to recover much.

Don't look at him standing in front of me aggressively now, he might be empty inside, so hold on.

Ji Shizhan's eyes fell on the drawer in the middle of the desk, where there was a pistol, which he specially used to deal with such situations.

"President Ji, I advise you not to act rashly. The time you open the drawer and point your gun at me is enough time for you to die several times."

Such a murderous sentence, like a sharp dagger, pried open the door of revenge that he had suppressed and closed for many years. He only felt that the countless murderous intent and hatred in his heart were surging after years of brewing. Come up.

After suffering for so many years, he finally came to this step, no wonder he almost couldn't control the killing intent in his heart.

Ji Shizhan's outstretched hand quickly sped up a little bit, and before he could touch the drawer's pull ring, there was a sound of breaking through the air, and his fingers all fell off, and blood burst out immediately, spilling on the table.

"Ah! Quan Lukun!"

Enduring the severe pain, Ji Shizhan squeezed out a few words between his teeth.

The ten fingers connected to the heart, the pain of severed fingers made him angry and hate, his eyes were scarlet.

"Didn't I tell you not to act rashly? Why are you so disobedient? You won't be so lucky next time."

Quan Lukun twirled the black knife between his fingers, smiling brilliantly, harmless to humans and animals.

However, for Ji Shizhan, his smile is like the most ruthless devil in hell.

"May I ask who you are? Where did Ji offend you, so that you insisted on killing Ji?"

There were beads of sweat on Ji Shizhan's forehead, but he didn't groan in pain.

Sure enough, it was a ruthless thing, and it was the same for himself, but this made Quan Lukungao take a look at him.

"Offended?" Quan Lukun chuckled.

How could it be more than offending, so simple?
"President Ji is really a nobleman who forgets things a lot. Didn't I say that when I came in? I am your son, the young master of Jifu."

Quan Lukun's expression changed, and he continued viciously: "My mother is the Chen Xiaoxiao who was betrayed by a good sister, robbed her husband, suffered bullying, and was finally brutally killed in the bathroom. I lost my mother at an early age, and still The evil bastard who was hunted down by his biological father and his concubine!"

In Ji Shizhan's astonished expression, Quan Lukun sneered and asked: "President Ji, does he know who I am now? Do you remember any deep hatred between you and me?"

As if seeing a ghost, Ji Shizhan could no longer maintain his superficial calm: "You, you are... Sen Mian!"

He and Xiaoxiao's son Ji Senmian, this child is not dead!

"Shut up! What a disgusting name!"

Quan Lukun let out a roar, interrupting Ji Shizhan's words.

"Your evil son Ji Senmian died a long time ago while you were chasing and killing him, and I am just a ghost made of his unwillingness and resentment. There is only one purpose in existence, and that is to see your doom with my own eyes."

Fierce ghost, beyond redemption.

Quan Lukun's eyes are very cold, not the kind of coldness that flows on the surface, but the coldness that comes from the flesh and blood, a kind of coldness that regards everything as non-existent.

For the first time, Ji Shizhan, who had never been afraid of anyone, felt a sense of fear.

Not only did the son he was least optimistic about never die, but instead became such a vicious demon god.

On the contrary, the son he had placed high hopes on was submissive and useless.

Fate really played a trick on him.

Quan Lukun walked slowly in front of him, across the desk more than one meter wide, and slowly took out a stack of photos from his pocket.

"I'm not here today to end you, you're not worthy. I just want to show you something. Let's start with your proud sons and daughters."

"Second miss, born to the third wife, held an all-male party at the age of 15, had an abortion at the age of 16, was jealous of others at the age of 17, and sold her love rival into a kiln..."

"Third Miss, born of the second wife, occupying her fiancé, every time she falls in love with a man, no matter whether he has a girlfriend or not, it will take a moment to prescribe the medicine..."

"The fourth young master, born of the fourth wife, became the head of the five tyrants, bullied the market, robbed the women of the people, forced girls into prostitution, murdered and robbed..."

"Fifth young master, born of the third wife, is only 12 years old, and has already harmed more than a dozen girls..."

Every time he said a word, Quan Lukun threw a few photos on the table.

It seems to be a random throw, but they are all so rightly facing Ji Shizhan, so that he can see clearly.

Looking at those unsightly photos, Ji Shizhan's heart ached, his eyes suddenly went dark, and he almost fainted.

"You! That's enough!" Ji Shizhan felt that his heart was so stuffy, his body was shaking, and he was almost unable to hold on.

However, Quan Lukun did not intend to let him go so easily, and continued to throw away the photos.

"Is it enough? Of course it's not enough! Now it's time to talk about your good ladies."