All The Hotshots Love Me [Quick Transmigration]

On both sides of the winding mountain road, there are tall platanus trees, black cars hovering up the mountain road, and a courtyard full of Western European style sits halfway up the mountain.

Jiang Rui was sitting in the living room of this mansion.

Her identity in this world is a rich daughter named Zhou Qiaoqiao, the only daughter of the Zhou family, with a good family background, a bright-looking appearance, and a favorite since she was a child, she is the envy of everyone.

It is a pity that such a charming girl died in the apartment alone due to excessive drinking. The reason is that his fiancée has changed his mind and fell in love with female college students who are intern at the company.

Zhou Qiaoqiao disdains to rob men with other women, and likewise, she can't stand someone stepping on her self-esteem. So her wish was that Jiang Rui would let Lou Minglang bow his head in front of her no matter what method he used, and could not turn over in this life.

And Jiang Rui's goal in this world is Lou Minglang's third uncle, Lou Wenyuan.

"Miss Zhou drinks tea." Maid Li, the servant, brought tea.

"Thank you." Jiang Rui nodded slightly.

This courtyard is the main house of the Lou family. Qiao Qiao used to come to Lou Minglang to play with him. He was a frequent visitor here. Until Lou Minglang moved out a few years ago, he didn't come very much. The old servants in the house recognized her.

Although Zhou Qiaoqiao is proud and somewhat self-willed as a little girl, she has received good tutoring since she was a child, and even if she speaks to the servants, she is restrained and polite. Everyone likes her.

"Ms. Zhou is coming, so she should call in advance. Your husband is coming back quite late these days," said Mrs. Li.

"It's okay, Sister Li, go ahead and leave me alone."

"Would you like some snacks? I remember Miss Zhou liked lava cakes the most when she was young."

How can you eat according to Zhou Qiaoqiao's current mood? Jiang Rui declined politely, "Thank Sister Li, I am not hungry yet."

"Hey, if you need anything later, just say it."

"Ok."

Such a temporary intention to run to the door is actually considered impulsive, but Zhou Qiaoqiao has such a temperament, can not be wronged, saying that wind is rain.

Fortunately, Jiang Rui was lucky. In the evening, Lou Wenyuan came back.

The carved wrought iron gate slowly opened, and a black car drove in and stopped outside the gate of the main building.

The butler was already waiting outside the door, waiting for the car to stop, stepped forward and opened the rear door.

In the car, a foot was first stretched out, wearing exquisite leather shoes under his feet, and the straight trouser legs were not wrinkled.

"Miss Zhou waited for you all afternoon." The butler reported.

The expression on Lou Wenyuan's face did not fluctuate, "Here is the clarity?"

"No, Miss Zhou is here to find you."

"I know."

Jiang Rui heard an unhurried footstep and looked up.

Although Lou Wenyuan is Lou Minglang's elder, he is not much older than him, but he is thirty-five or sixteen, in a suit and leather shoes, with gold-rimmed glasses, gentle and elegant, unlike a businessman, but more like a harmless scholar.

However, older people in Hong Kong will never forget how Lou Wenyuan, who was just over 20 years old, won the position of Lou’s Patriarch without any sensuality a dozen years ago, and forced his two illegitimate brothers into discomfort. Not far to other countries.

After he took over, the Lou family has gradually grown. There used to be a few others that could be compared with it, but now they are hard to beat. In Hong Kong City, if the Lou family is second, no one dares to recognize the first.

No one dared to regard Lou Wenyuan's harmlessness as truly harmless. Those who couldn't handle it had already paid a painful price for their contempt.

"Uncle Lou——" Jiang Rui stood up and greeted him. Uncle Lou had already exited. Thinking of the purpose of this trip, he changed his words abruptly: "Mr. Lou."

Lou Wenyuan didn't seem to notice anything unusual, with a smile at the corner of his mouth, in a gentle tone: "Qiaoqiao is here, why didn't you go to Minglang today?"

For the time being, only he and Zhou Qiaoqiao knew about Lou Minglang's transfer of love, but no one else knew.

Hearing Lou Wenyuan mentioning him, Jiang Rui had a trace of sadness and unwillingness in her eyes, but she forced herself to bear it, pursed her lips, raised her chin, like a proud little phoenix, "I have something to do with Mr. Lou. Talk alone."

"Oh? It's worth taking this solemnly. It must not be a trivial matter. Let me go to the study." Although he said that, looking at Lou Wenyuan's expression, he probably regarded it as a child's request, and he didn't take it seriously. on.

Jiang Rui followed him to the study on the second floor, and Li Sao served them tea.

"Bring Miss Zhou a snack." Lou Wenyuan ordered.

Before Sister Li responded, Jiang Rui said, "No, thank you Mr. Lou."

Sister Li looked at Lou Wenyuan, and saw him nodding before leaving.

"Are you awkward with Minglang?" Lou Wenyuan spoke when the two sat on the sofa facing each other across the coffee table.

Jiang Rui did not answer, and was silent for a short while, after plucking up his courage, he directly explained his intention: "I hope Mr. Lou can marry me."

Unexpectedly, she would say such a thing, Lou Wenyuan raised his brows slightly.

His mother is French, and he inherited her deep eyes and nose, and the iris of her eyes is light gray. When she looks at people, she is almost as cold as a cold-blooded scaly.

So he often wears glasses, this thin layer of isolation makes him look much gentler.

But the more innocent a person, the sharper his intuition. Although Lou Wenyuan always showed people with a smile, Zhou Qiaoqiao had been afraid of him since he was a child. Every time he came to Lou Minglang to look for Lou Minglang, he always called Uncle Lou far away and avoided him.

Like in nature, herbivores have an inherent fear of top predators.

Jiang Rui glanced at him, and was about to move away almost immediately, but she bit her lip and forcibly held it back, her back straightened, her palms on her knees unconsciously pinched.

Lou Wenyuan still curled his lips, taking her words as a child's willfulness, "Really awkward with Minglang? I'll call him in a moment and ask him to apologize to you."

"No." Jiang Rui categorically refused, pursing his lips stubbornly, forcing himself to look at him, "I don't like him anymore. I want to divorce him. I hope I can marry Mr. Lou. What conditions do you have? "

Listening to her treating marriage as a negotiation, Lou Wenyuan seemed to find it funny, and the smile on the corner of her mouth became more obvious, "Don't say childish words, I will call Ming Lang back now, let him apologize to you face to face, and then have a meal together. Supper, Uncle Lou will teach him a lesson for you so that he will never provoke you again, how about?"

He said, preparing to take out his phone.

"Don't call him! I said I don't like him! I just don't like him!" Jiang Rui finally couldn't maintain the calm appearance that forced him to come out, yelling to stop him, his tone was fierce, but there was something in his words. Crying. Like a kitten flaring its teeth and claws at the enemy, trying its best to maintain the last trace of dignity. But its sharp claws have no power at all, it will only scratch people's hearts, and even more want to bully her unscrupulously.

Lou Wenyuan stopped temporarily.

Jiang Rui couldn't hold back his emotions for a while, or she wanted to use this impulse to say everything, otherwise, when she calmed down, she might not have the courage to speak to Lou Wenyuan like this.

"Didn't you always look at him as unpleasant? Now that I am retiring from him and marrying you, the Zhou family will also be on your side, and you can bring down Lou Minglang with you. This is what you want! Isn't you Satisfied? Or are there any conditions, tell them all!"

These words can be called anger, but Lou Wenyuan was not angry, and handed her a tissue, his tone was still tolerant: "Ming Lang is my nephew, why should I look at him? There is no need to knock him down. Don't talk about nonsense from where you heard it."

Jiang Rui wiped away tears, his nose turned red from crying, and stubbornly repeated: "I don't like him anyway, I didn't like him first!"

As if thinking of something, she suddenly raised her head to look at Lou Wenyuan, "Why don't you agree to marry me? Am I not pretty enough? Don't you like those female college students who are too watery?"

The word also immediately let Lou Wenyuan understand the ins and outs. But he didn't speak, but looked back at Jiang Rui quietly.

Jiang Rui looked away almost instantly. She was so obsessed with him, but in order to avenge another person, she forced herself to such an extent.

At this moment, she was like a little phoenix falling only in the water, propped up her feathers, just to protect the last bit of pride.

She once again forced herself to look at him, her tone of voice stubbornly unreasonable, but choked up, "I won't give up, I will keep looking for you until you agree."

Lou Wenyuan did not respond to this.

"I won't give up." She repeated, sniffed, raised her chin and got up and left.

Lou Wenyuan spent a while in the study, changed into home clothes, and went downstairs for dinner.

Sister Li brought the bowls and chopsticks, looked at his complexion, and asked carefully, "Sir, what's wrong with Miss Zhou?"

"It's just a little cat." Lou Wenyuan smiled at the corner of his mouth, carelessly, not knowing what he thought of, his smile was slightly frozen, and he muttered silently: "It's another cat..."

On the other side, Jiang Rui drove down the mountain, although her eyes were still red, the expression on her face was as calm as water.

She had understood Lou Wenyuan before, and knew that he was not as gentle as he showed, and even very dangerous. Such people are often deep-minded, suspicious and sensitive, and if they play scheming in front of him, they may be seen through immediately. And the more coquettish, impulsive, unreasonable, and the more unintelligible the true temperament is displayed, perhaps it is not easy to be suspected.

At least today's trial was considered a success. Although Lou Wenyuan treated her words as a childish joke, he did not refuse her request to come back again.

that's enough.