The little beauty who was attacked by slag is not easy to chase

The night has darkened.

Ju Xingyi stepped on the starlight and hummed a little tune on the way back to the dormitory. As soon as he reached the school gate, he was stopped by two men in black wearing sunglasses.

"Which route did it come from?"

Ju Xingyi habitually raised his fists for protection, frowned, looked at the person in front of him vigilantly, and wondered if there was any trail suitable for fighting near the school.

Hitting at the school gate is always bad.

The two men in black stood straight, not intending to fight, "Master, the master is waiting for you in the car."

Although the two of them called Young Master, they didn't mean to be respectful at all.The disdain in the eyes was also concealed behind the sunglasses.

Following the direction of the man in black's fingers, Ju Xingyi noticed a black car parked on the side of the road.

Warm yellow lights were on in the car, and a middle-aged man in his 50s was sitting in the back seat.

Ju Xing had just returned from work after moving the roadside stalls, and before he could change his greasy dirt, he sat carelessly on the expensive leather seats of the luxury car.

The middle-aged man frowned imperceptibly, "If you don't study well, what are you doing all day long?"

"Master Mu, if you have anything to say, just tell me. Your method of teaching only once every three to five years is of no use to me."

Ju Xing lazily leaned back in the chair, looking at the decoration inside the luxury car, he didn't think that his father, who didn't contact him once in half a year, came here simply to visit him.

"How do you say it? I'm your father." The middle-aged man began to teach Ju Xingyi again in a condescending manner.

Ju Xingyi's patience was almost exhausted, and he didn't bother to bother with a title, "Okay, okay...Dad, please talk about something."

This title is still too mouthful, Jupiter lived to be 20 years old, and the number of times he called Dad can be counted on five fingers.

The middle-aged man sighed slightly, and said with an unquestionable tone: "Come back with me tonight, and your wedding will be held tomorrow."

Ju Xingyi was stunned, and looked at the man in front of him in disbelief: "Mu Zhifeng, are you kidding me? Why didn't I know I was getting married?"

Ju Xingyi opened the car door and wanted to get out of the car, but was pushed back by the black-clothed bodyguards guarding the door.

The man named Mu Zhifeng glanced at Ju Xingyi faintly, "Isn't this here to inform you?"

"Now, let's talk about the conditions." Mu Zhifeng said casually, dusting off the dust on his trouser legs.

"Master Mu wronged me and raised me for 20 years. Could it be that he used me as a tool to satisfy your growing ambitions?" Ju Xingyi decided not to run away. He also wanted to have a good relationship with his father. have a chat.

Mu Zhifeng smiled indifferently, "You think too highly of yourself, and I only raised you for the sake of my blood flowing from your body, and I never had any hope for you."

Ju Xingyi's disdainful eyes froze for a moment, and then he hid his hurt emotions, and said in a teasing tone, "What? Don't you think I'm not on the stage anymore? I don't know which nobleman has taken a fancy to me?"

"This is really a noble person, Kang Cheng of the Kang Consortium. Xing Yi, you don't have to be emotional. Marrying into the Kang family is the dream of many people. You can marry Mr. Kang because you earned it."

Mu Zhifeng changed his previous indifference, and looked at Ju Xingyi solemnly with a serious tone.

Cannes?

After hearing this name, Ju Xingyi felt a "boom" in his heart, as if he had been hit by something to the softest part of his heart, and a drunken face staring at him flashed in his mind.

Mu Xingyi's expression was noticed by Mu Zhifeng.

It seems that there is no need to waste any more words.

Ju Xingyi was thinking about Cannes, and suddenly heard Mu Zhifeng's voice, "Before tomorrow's wedding, I will give you 100 million as a dowry."

"Hey, Master Mu, 100 million is not even enough to buy a house in Dongyao City. How can I have your blood flowing in my body, so it's worth it?"

Mu Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, "Then make an offer."

He really sold his son.

Even though he had already given up any hope for his father, Ju Xingyi still subconsciously felt cold, "Since it's a deal, I think there are some things that I should ask Master Mu for clarification."

Mu Zhifeng looked at Ju Xingyi indifferently, waiting for him to ask a question.

"You didn't come to tell me until before the wedding. This is very abnormal. Don't be afraid that if I don't want to, all your preparations will be wasted?"

After Ju Xingyi finished speaking, he looked at Mu Zhifeng seriously.

I have never seen it before. Even the wedding was arranged, and one of the parties was the last to know.

Mu Zhifeng was taken aback for a moment, although his face was composed, but he was thinking of words.

The father and son just stared at each other.

After more than ten seconds, Mu Zhifeng said, "Hehe, I haven't considered whether you are willing or not. This marriage, you must get married. Even if you don't want to, I will tie you to the wedding tomorrow even if I do." on site."

Ju Xing narrowed his eyes, "Is that so? Then what is Master Mu's purpose for doing this?"

Mu Zhifeng sighed, "I don't intend to hide it from you. The company is in crisis. I went to ask Cancheng for help, and he agreed on the condition that I marry my son to him."

Ju Xingyi didn't understand the meaning hidden in Mu Zhifeng's words, his heart moved, so it was Kang Cheng's request?

Thinking of this, he also asked: "So... Cannes is voluntary?"

Mu Zhifeng remembered the conversation he had with Cancheng before he came to find Ju Xingyi, and said casually, "If Cancheng doesn't want to, do you think, who can force him?"

Ju Xingyi breathed a sigh of relief, as long as he did it voluntarily.

If it's Cannes, then he is willing to marry.

Cannes actually remembered him.

After asking the questions of concern, Ju Xingyi relaxed, "In that case, let me tell you about my conditions."

Ju Xingyi looked at Mu Zhifeng seriously, "I have two conditions. First, after getting married, I will leave the Mu family and have nothing to do with the Mu family in the future."

Mu Zhifeng narrowed his eyes, and then he heard Ju Xingyi say the second condition: "Second, since I have nothing to do with the Mu family, Master Mu can no longer use me in the future. If you want to get money from Cannes again For any benefit, I will not help."

Looking at the joyful expression on Ju Xingyi's face, Mu Zhifeng suddenly felt a little unbearable when he remembered the promise he had made to Kang Cheng and imagined what Ju Xingyi might live after he got married.

After all, this is his son.

But compared to his career and ambition, Ju Xingyi, the son who has no relationship with him, is really not that important.

Mu Zhifeng quickly made a choice between his career and his son, and breathed a sigh of relief, "Since you want to leave the Mu family so much, then I will agree to your terms."

……

A quiet group of villas in the suburbs of Dongyao City.

Going all the way to the innermost part, you can see a four-storey building that is different from other villas. It still looks magnificent in the dark, and it is farther away from other villas.

This is the residence of Kang Cheng, the president of the Kang Corporation.

The villa is brightly lit.

Cannes had finished washing and came down from the third floor wearing a large bathrobe.

The assistant is already waiting in the lobby on the first floor.

When Cannes sat down on the sofa, the assistant respectfully handed over a stack of documents, "President, here are all the documents you asked me to check about Jupiter's movement."

The order to investigate Jupiter's shift was given by him before dark, and the people below took a few hours to deliver it, which made him quite satisfied with the efficiency.

Looking at the photo of Jupiter shifting on the information, Cannes frowned.

It looks familiar, but I can't remember where I saw it.

Cannes flipped through the pages, and the disdain and sarcasm in his eyes gradually deepened.

After reading it, he casually threw a stack of materials on the coffee table, "Sure enough, it's something that can't be put on the table."