Mrs. Jun's vests are endless

Zhao Meijuan is angry because of her daughter.

At this time, the combination lock of the door was opened, and a young man in a suit and leather shoes walked in.

As soon as Zhao Meijuan saw him, as if she had found a backer, she eloquently told about Jun Yufei.

The man frowned, and said unhappily, "Yufei has been here? Didn't I tell you, don't meet any acquaintances for now, lest you startle the snake."

Zhao Meijuan immediately became a little unhappy: "You are my son, and Feifei is my daughter. Isn't that all the flesh that fell from my body? Can I still see her forever? Now, for this man, your sister even has me Mom doesn’t even want it anymore. I’m so pissed off!”

This man is none other than Zhao Meijuan's biological son, Jun Zihao, who was also the third young master of the Jun family.

Later, he was defeated in the competition with Jun Xuanye for overseas company assets, and was wanted by the police because of his collusion with the evil butcher organization, so he has been hiding abroad and dare not come back.

It's just that I haven't seen him for a while, Jun Zihao seems to be a different person now.

His skin was rough and dark, and his eyes were a little cold and sharp.There is also a mottled scar on the cheek.It was the scar formed by the bullet grazed his cheek. If the bullet had missed a little more at that time, he would have died on the spot.

Originally pampered and pampered by the wealthy family, he ran away desperately and almost died several times.Fortunately, he was lucky, after escaping from the dead, he met a nobleman instead, and now he is not what he used to be.

Listening to Zhao Meijuan's chatter, Jun Zihao became a little impatient:

"Okay, I got it. Don't worry, Mom, I will help you find a solution for Yufei's matter, and I promise that I won't make it easy for outsiders."

With her son's promise, Zhao Meijuan felt relieved and asked, "Son, didn't you say you want to take your mother abroad to enjoy the blessings? Otherwise, take your sister too. She followed the couple Jun Xuanye and Lin Xingyao, The elbows turned outward, becoming more and more disobedient."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Zhao Zihao smiled faintly: what he was going to do this time was originally related to Jun Yufei.

Zhao Meijuan laughed even more happily: After all, it's better to be a son!

During the Spring Festival, most families have to visit relatives.

But there are not many relatives in the Jun family, most of them are distant relatives, and they sent New Year's gifts early.

Jun Xuanye is a cold-tempered person, he just asks the subordinates to return a salute, and he doesn't need to visit relatives from door to door.

It was even easier for Lin Xingyao.Her parents are gone, and her other relatives have not seen each other for many years.

Therefore, from the first day to the third day of junior high school, both of them lived a sweet two-person world in a warm home.

On the fourth day of the lunar new year, the heavy snow that had fallen for several days had stopped, but it was still very cold.

Jun Xuanye suggested, "Let's have hot pot at noon, it's hot and suitable for winter."

Lin Xingyao said: "You gave all the servants a holiday, Xiao Wu and Fei Fei went out on a date. It's just the two of us, eating hot pot is not lively. If there are too few things, you won't be able to enjoy it, and if you have too much, you won't be able to finish it. It's a waste. "

At this moment, Song Baixu brought Zhu Xiaowen over, saying that it was a New Year greeting for Jun Xuanye and Lin Xingyao.

Jun Xuanye looked at Song Baixu coldly: "You have the nerve to come to pay New Year's greetings with nothing? I haven't seen you for a few days, but you are getting more and more stingy."

Song Baixu laughed: "I counted, your storage room is already full of New Year gifts, so I won't add burdens to it."

Jun Xuanye frowned slightly, and a cunning light flashed in his eyes, "How do you know if the things in my storage room are full?"

Song Baixu said: "Isn't that nonsense? Your subordinates, distant relatives, and business friends, who wouldn't curry favor with you? The Spring Festival is such a great gift-giving season, how could you be missed?"

Jun Xuanye said: "If you don't believe me, why don't you make a bet?"

"What are you betting on? Betting on whether your storage room has an annual ceremony?" Song Baixu found it extremely funny: "This is too funny."

"Then do you dare to bet? Bet [-] million!"

Song Baixu was just about to say "yes", but when he heard "[-] million", he immediately became vigilant: "Are you planning to trick me again? Even if you want to pluck the sheep, don't stare at me as a sheep!"

Jun Xuanye smiled: "You admit that you are a sheep, of course you have to keep an eye on it. In a word, do you want to bet or not?"

Song Baixu always had the feeling that a sheep is falling into the mouth of a tiger, but he was inexplicably unwilling, and thought about it: "Although, I think you must be hiding a conspiracy. But let's say, the Jun family is so poor that they don't even have an annual gift , then I definitely don’t believe it.”

"So you agreed to bet?"

"Let's just bet 100 million. A small bet will make you happy, but a big bet will hurt your feelings."

The main reason is that Jun Xuan Ye was scared, and Song Baixu learned to be cautious.

The storage room of the Jun family is very large, located on the basement floor.There are refrigerated rooms and thermostatic rooms, and there are several of them in total, which are much larger than ordinary houses.

In previous years, the storage room was filled with all kinds of items, which were inexhaustible.At the end of the new year, there are many people giving New Year's gifts, and the huge basement is filled to the brim. It is often useless to delay until the expiration date, and then just throw it away.It fully interprets what it means to be rich in wine and meat, and the road has frozen bones.

But at this moment, when Song Baixu looked at the empty storage room without even a gift box, he was dumbfounded.

"Isn't it? Jun Xuanye, have you gotten to the point where no one is giving gifts now?"

Jun Xuanye said: "One million, check or transfer?"

Song Baixu was still not reconciled: "Did your Jun family put the storage room on another floor? Ordinary families have several annual gifts, and the Jun family cannot be so desolate."

But when he ran upstairs and downstairs, he was exhausted and out of breath, but he couldn't find another storage room, so he had to believe it.

Lin Xingyao couldn't bear to look at it, so she explained to him: "There were a lot of annual gifts, and there were not many people in the family. It's a pity that it was broken, so we donated the things. The courier just took them away yesterday, and they were full. There are two big trucks. Not to mention, the current express delivery is very dedicated, and even those who celebrate the Chinese New Year come to pick up the parcel."

Song Baixu: "..."

Sure enough, he was tricked by Jun Xuanye.

He blamed Jun Xuanye with grief and indignation: "You are still cheating on me when you celebrate the Chinese New Year. Are you a friend? Are you a brother? Are you a human being?"

Lin Xingyao coughed lightly, and reminded: "Take back the last sentence, or I won't care about the meal."

Jun Xuanye handed over Song Baixu's mobile phone on the table: "Let's transfer the money. In terms of operation, let's do it now. Why don't you move it, want to play tricks?"

Song Baixu had no choice but to take his mobile phone, and regretted it while operating the transfer: "I should have listened to Xiaowen if I knew it, and went to the supermarket to buy a few gift boxes. I don't know how many gifts I can buy with more than 100 million."