Wearing books: relying on family wealth to start a decadent career

Not to mention what it was like in the Ji family, when Ji Hualin was mentioned in Tancheng, he was just described as an ordinary young man. I am afraid that no one would associate the word "dandy" with him.

But in the eyes of the Ji family, it was another story.

The front hall was extremely quiet, and Mr. Ji's face in the main seat was even more ugly, and his eyes were about to burst into flames as he stared at Ji Hualin.

Ji Hualin casually tossed back the hair hanging on his chest, and said in an unclear manner: "It's true that long legs can't fly."

At this time, Mrs. Ji was so disturbed that she didn't even have the energy to reprimand.Ji Huayan glanced at him feebly, and even bothered to pay attention to him.

"It's okay, it's okay. The marriage can still be canceled, as long as it can be canceled." Mrs. Ji covered her chest, closed her eyes and muttered silently, looking like she was frightened.

At this time, a voice of firm opposition sounded: "It was Sheng Shucheng who made the mistake. The marriage has nothing to do with him, why should he cancel it?"

"You, you..." Mr. Ji looked at her in shock, pointing his finger at the other person and trembling slightly, "No matter who you are, you are from the Sheng family. Have you ever thought about what others will think of you?"

Mrs. Ji held Ji Huayan's hand in fear: "Ayan, listen to your parents and forget about this marriage. Your stepmother will find a better one for you in the future."

"Mother." Ji Huayan withdrew her hand and said disapprovingly, "I believe the eldest young master will hide away this time."

"What's more, if we break off the engagement at this juncture, what will others think of our family?"

Master Ji pointed at her and was speechless for a long time. He really didn't expect that his daughter, who had always been unconcerned, would now quarrel with him for others.

Few people have seen this scene. The last time the two elders of the Ji family were so angry, Ji Huatao ran away from home.

But neither of them mentioned going out to look for her.

Ji Hualin rested his head on one hand and watched the farce. The three of them seemed to have forgotten the other two and glared at each other.

"Ji Huayan!"

"I'm not like my parents, who shut out long-time friends for my own selfish desires."

The Sheng family and the Ji family have been very close since their ancestors. Ji Huayan dared to say such things and put Mr. Ji on the fire.

As expected, these words almost made them faint.

Ji Huayan raised her chin slightly, but someone didn't want her to get what she wanted.

It was the familiar offbeat tone again.

"Sister, it's really hard."

Ji Huayan frowned: "Ji Hualin, you ate the wrong thing today, why are you so thorny in your words?"

Ji Hualin did not follow her words. He glanced at the two elders who had their backs turned to them, and then looked up at Ji Huayan.

His expression was always playful and playful, but this time it was more mocking, which made Ji Huayan feel uncomfortable when she noticed it.

"My sister didn't mention anything that Mr. Shanda did. Then tell me..."

Ji Hualin came closer and leaned against her ear. His eyes were slightly lowered and his voice was very soft: "Could he be the only one?"

Naturally, he said these words casually, but his voice surrounded Ji Huayan's ears like a ghost, making her feel scared.

He pushed the other person away with all his strength and silently took a few steps back to distance himself.

Ji Hualin chuckled lightly when he saw it. He walked to the door and looked back at Ji Jingyuan: "Brother Yuan is gone."

The family's troubles came one after another. In the end, Mrs. Ji was tired and only said "Let you go."

She wondered if she had done something wrong by turning a blind eye to the incident.

She doesn't like Ji Huatao, and every time she sees her, she will recall the almost painful days.

Ji Huatao, who lives in the east of the city, had no idea what was going on at home. He placed the newly taken Anshen Incense on the shelf and took a few steps back to look at the neatly arranged bottles and jars in front of him, feeling very satisfied.

Hearing footsteps behind her, she stretched out her hand without looking back and said, "Give me the rag."

The person behind her seemed stunned and waited for a while before there was any movement, but she didn't wait until the rag was handed to her hand. Instead, a figure passed her and moved forward with unsteady steps.

Ji Huatao shouted that he wanted to do it by himself, but only heard his questioning voice: "Are you going to wipe this place?"

She stopped extending her hand and watched him carefully wipe the dust on it.

Seeing him stop, Ji Huatao said: "Give it to me, your injury is not healed yet."

Pei Zhen looked at the delicate fingers in front of his eyes, silently put his hands behind his back, folded up the dirt on the rag, and hid it inside.

After a night's rest, his lips, which were a little bloody, were raised slightly, which was Pei Zhen's rare gentle response.

The voice seemed to be tainted with a smile: "It's all good, no need."

"Long time no see, sister."

As soon as the words came out, Ji Huatao's face changed suddenly, and she pursed her lips tightly and looked at Pei Zhen.

Then he stood in front of him and turned around to look at the person coming.

The visitor has already entered the door and is looking at the scene inside. The folding fan in his hand is fanning slowly, and his eyes are slowly moving from near to far.

Ji Huatao didn't want to look at him, so he just smiled and nodded at the person behind him: "Brother Yuan."

Ji Jingyuan no longer looked cold, and his expression softened as he responded.

"My sister is so ignorant."

Ji Hualin put away the folding fan with a "pop" sound, stepped forward and tapped Ji Huatao's head like an elder brother: "What's the point of just saying hello to a brother?"

Ji Huatao opened the fan on his head in disgust and said in a bad tone: "What are you doing here?"

"Look what you said." Ji Hualin said with a smile, "My sister has been away from home for many days, so as a brother, I am naturally worried."

"but."

Ji Hualin's eyes turned and fell on the person behind Ji Huatao opposite him. He turned sideways and asked, "Won't you introduce A Tao?"

Ji Huatao really couldn't stand the tone of Ji Hualin's words. This man had bullied her since she was a child because of his age. He had no formal status at home and pretended to be a brother outside.

"None of your business!" Ji Huatao pushed Pei Zhen back and looked at the person in front of him, "Ji Laoer, are you sick today?"

It was the first time that Ji Huatao encountered this way of speaking from this person today. She didn't believe that a person who had not been upright since childhood would suddenly change unless he was stimulated by something.

She looked at Ji Hualin thoroughly with suspicious eyes. At the end, Ji Hualin couldn't bear it anymore and opened the fan and kept fanning. He rolled his eyes at her and said, "It's not over yet!"

"Don't pretend anymore?" Ji Huatao mocked, waving his hands before the other party got angry, "Okay, if you have anything to do, tell me slowly. Isn't it okay if I don't talk to you anymore?"

Because she saw Pei Zhen's miserable state yesterday, Ming Huaying was worried about Xu Suiran's injury and went out early in the morning.

Only Xiao Feng was left in Xie Xige taking care of the flowers and plants in the backyard. Pei Zhen was tired from lying in bed and walked to the front but was driven back to rest by Ji Huatao.

It made Xiaofeng laugh.

Pei Zhen ignored the fever in his ears and went to take care of another flower. When he stretched out his hand to the wilted flowers, Xiao Feng's voice came in time:

"do not move."

Pei Zhen was too scared to move by the sound of restraint. He stopped with his hand and watched blankly as the breeze blew the petals and cleared away the big weeds.

She said patiently: "This is Sister Aying's favorite. It would be very sad for Sister Aying to get rid of flowers like this."

"Why are you sad?" Pei Zhen didn't understand.

Xiaofeng got up and returned to the original place, explaining: "Sister Aying likes to take care of these sick flowers and plants. I got rid of them once before. Sister Aying saw it and said it was fine, but I saw her Stare at this place seriously, as if you are looking for something."

"I woke up once at night and saw a light outside. When I went out to take a look, I realized that it was Sister Aying taking care of the flowers and plants."

Pei Zhen couldn't help laughing after hearing this. He had never seen Ming Huaying like this.

During the conversation, Pei Zhen asked curiously: "When did you get here?"