The beautiful president loves me alone

Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared at the door card in shock, their eyes straightened.

"How do you have a villa there?"

This is impossible!

Jiangshui Dynasty is the most luxurious villa area in Jiangshui City.

Not to mention that ordinary people can't afford it, even if they have a sudden windfall, they can't buy it even if they have money.

Those who can live there must not only have money, but also have power and connections.

"Hasn't Yan Jinsong's villa been forcibly repossessed for debt?"

Zhang Yuzhen shook her head in disbelief: "It was auctioned by the court a few years ago..."

Even if you want to buy it back, it will cost at least hundreds of millions.

How could Xu Tian, ​​a brat, have so much money?

Zhang Yuzhen knew that the company Yan Qingxue worked for was a small third-tier clothing company, and its annual profit was only about 100 million, which was similar to theirs.

Even if the company was owned by Xu Tian, ​​he couldn't afford Jiangshui Dynasty, not to mention that Xu Tian said just now that his elder brother is the owner of the company, so he doesn't have much cash on hand.

Su Xiuya and Yan Jinsong looked at the door card on the table and were too shocked to speak.

Although they planned to move to Xu Tian's empty house, no one thought that this so-called empty house would be Jiangshui Dynasty No. 88!

What a coincidence!

Moreover, such a luxurious villa, Xu Tian only charged [-] yuan, and still couldn't rent it out. This is simply a fantasy.

Yan Qingxue was also stunned for a moment when she saw the door card.

Then, she stared at Xu Tian with a complicated face, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"Auntie, your house is too small, and it's really crowded for five people. I'm worried that my godfather and godmother won't get used to it." Seeing Zhang Yuzhen's disfigured face, Xu Tian smiled slightly: "So let them move Come to my side, and you don’t need to worry about it in the future.”

These words are tantamount to saying that Zhang Yuzhen refuses to let go of the house. For Yan Jinsong's family, it is not worth fighting for.

And Zhang Yuzhen thought that Yan Jinsong's family had nowhere to go so they stayed at home, which is really ridiculous.

With such a rich godson, he can give away Jiangshui Dynasty's villa at will. Who would want Zhang Yuzhen's family's dilapidated two-story villa!

Zhang Yuzhen's complaints and slanders just now were like slaps in the face one after another, but these slaps were all on her own face.

Feeling the strange gazes around her, Zhang Yuzhen's expression turned extremely ugly.

"Xu Tian, ​​is this villa really yours?"

Su Xiuya picked up the door card in disbelief and looked it over and over again. She had been sad for a long time when she heard that Jiangshui Dynasty No. 88 was going to be auctioned.

This house has a lot of memories belonging to their family, if she is not forced to, she is really reluctant to take it out to pay off the debt.

"Godmother, if you don't believe me, I'll show you the real estate certificate, which has my name written on it."

Xu Tian pretended to be ignorant: "I'm currently working in a listed company. I mentioned that the boss solved a business crisis. He was happy and gave me a house."

"So it is."

Su Xiuya had a pure heart and immediately believed Xu Tian's explanation.

And Yan Jinsong did indeed frown, looking at Xu Tian with probing eyes, obviously suspicious in his heart.

Xu Tian knew that Yan Jinsong was not easy to fool, just because he had just mentioned the real owner of the villa where Su Mingli's family lived now was enough to make Yan Jinsong aware of the loopholes.

He met Yan Jinsong and Su Xiuya by accident, and they didn't know each other for long. How could he know how they held the wedding ceremony and gave away the house for Su Mingli more than 20 years ago?

Of course, before Xu Tian planned to stand up for them, he had already thought of another set of excuses.

If Yan Jinsong asks later, he can only pray that there are no obvious loopholes in the other set of rhetoric he made up.

"It's just a broken house, who cares about it!"

Su Weixin choked sourly: "It's just a few dandies with bad money in the family."

"Son, let's ignore this kind of villain who succeeds, let's celebrate the birthday of the old man of the Yan family!"

Although Zhang Yuzhen was so angry that her heart was bleeding, she still maintained her little dignity on the surface.

She grabbed Su Mingli who hadn't recovered from the shock, and came to Mr. Yan courteously.

"Grandpa, I wish you blessings like the East China Sea and a long life."

Su Weixin put away the aggressive face just now, and behaved very decently in front of Mr. Yan.

The expressionless old man Yan who was sitting on the main seat just nodded at Su Weixin perfunctorily, without any intention of talking to him.

Su Weixin was a little disappointed.

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen really actively pulled him to the old man next to Mr. Yan.

"Hurry up and say hello to Song Lao!"

"Song Lao is the president of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association. If you want to develop in the academic world in the future, you still need more advice from seniors like Song Lao."

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen was very proud, so what if Xu Tian had some bad money?

In the future, his son will be lucky enough to join the academic circle, and maybe he will be accepted as an apprentice by some master, and his future prospects are limitless.

In China, the status of those literary masters is much higher than that of the nouveau riche who started business.

"Mr. Song, hello, I'm Su Weixin, and I'm currently studying calligraphy at Jiangshui University."

"You are Su Weixin?"

The old man known as Song Lao nodded and said slowly: "I've heard your name before. It's rare to be able to concentrate on calligraphy at such a young age without arrogance or impetuosity."

"Mr. Song is over the top."

Su Weixin scratched his head flattered: "Have you heard of my name?"

"Your mentor showed me the works of your last art exhibition."

Elder Song nodded and said, "So I have an impression of your name. Among your peers, your calligraphy is pretty good."

Seeing that Mr. Song, who is always strict, praised Su Weixin's calligraphy works, the guests around couldn't help but cast approving glances at Su Weixin.

Song Lao is a famous calligrapher in China, and he is also the president of the Painting and Calligraphy Association. It is definitely a great honor to be praised by him.

Although Su Weixin's character is not very good, if he really becomes famous in the future and enters the mainstream cultural circle, then who cares about the little flaws in his character?

Some guests who are fond of calligraphy and painting even came to say hello to Su Weixin, and discussed and exchanged calligraphy experience with him.

Feeling the envious eyes of the surrounding guests, Zhang Yuzhen glanced proudly in the direction of Xu Tian, ​​Su Xiuya and the others.

So what if Xu Tian has the house of the Jiangshui Dynasty?Isn't that an upstart?

No background!

After his family's Weixin graduates in the future, he will have to deal with those bigwigs in the Chinese cultural circle, and he is not at the same level as an upstart like Xu Tian who is full of money.

At this time, Yan Jinsong also brought Xu Tian over to celebrate Mr. Yan's birthday.

"Dad, this is my godson Xu Tian."

When Yan Jinsong faced his father, his mood was complicated.

Although he has resentment towards Mr. Yan's distrust, the filial piety in his bones makes him respect and fear this old man.

"Grandpa, I wish you blessings like the East Sea."

Xu Tian took a step forward with a calm demeanor and bowed deeply.

Mr. Yan raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xu Tian, ​​his expression neither happy nor angry, as if he was looking at an unrelated outsider.

After a while, he gave a soft "hmm" and nodded his head in response.

Although Mr. Yan's reaction was very perfunctory, everyone in the Yan family knew that he accepted Xu Tian's title of "grandpa" and acknowledged Xu Tian's identity.