The fake young master is green tea in the rich family

In summer, the imperial capital is scorching hot, and the suburbs are slightly cooler at night. A deafening roar suddenly sounded in the early hours of the morning on a sparsely populated mountain road, and someone was racing.

"Master Ling, come on, come on."

"Young Master Ling, you are the most handsome, we support you."

"Aw, aww—Young Master Ling, number one, must be number one, let's go!"

When the cool and handsome Lamborghini and the sleek Ferrari rushed through the narrow mountain road one after the other, countless boys and girls who had been waiting on both sides of the mountain road cheered wildly. It can be seen that they admired the Ling Shao in their mouths with likes.

The speed of the two racing cars is very fast, even though the mountain road is narrow and winding, the two cars disappeared in the eyes of everyone in the blink of an eye.

The passionate boys and girls didn't get anxious because they couldn't see the racing car, but got busy in an orderly manner.

A few minutes later, drones took off, and in front of the large screen, the two racing cars that had just disappeared from everyone's eyes reappeared in everyone's eyes.

"Come on, Young Master Ling, come on! Beat Young Master Sun, beat Young Master Sun, hahaha——"

Seeing the two cool racing cars on the screen, the boys and girls became excited again. They cheered and danced wildly, and everyone's face was flushed with blood.

The narrow mountain road is winding and sinister from bottom to top. While holding the steering wheel steadily, Ling Yun glanced at the Ferrari following behind him through the rearview mirror. A flying smile appeared on his youthful and handsome face. He stretched his left hand out of the car window and gestured with his thumb down.

"Hahaha--"

The joyful and flamboyant laughter spread far along the mountain road, and of course it was heard clearly by Sun Wenhao who followed closely behind.

"Damn! Ling, you're so flamboyant, it doesn't matter who wins and who loses! Don't think you are sure to win, don't you know there is a word called accident?" The Ferrari owner Sun Wenhao, who was a step behind the Lamborghini, bit his back hard Molars, with an angry face, he just doesn't like Ling Yun's publicity, he really doesn't like it.

As soon as he stepped on the accelerator, Sun Wenhao, who was speeding up, was about to overtake on the narrowest mountain road.

But how could Ling Yun make Sun Wenhao happy? Today they made a bet, and the bet was huge. For the sake of his elder brother, he couldn't let Sun Wenhao win. Thinking of this, a trace of sarcasm flashed across his face, and he slammed on the accelerator. Lamborghini was actually better than Ferrari again. It was several degrees faster, and these few degrees instantly opened the distance between the opponent's tight bite.

"Holy shit, shit, what did I see? Young Master Ling actually still has the strength to get rid of Young Master Sun who is clinging on behind him. My God, isn't Young Master Ling's racing car today at its limit?"

"Wow, Young Master Ling really deserves to be the little racing prince in my mind, so handsome."

"Young Master Ling is so handsome. I really want to sit in Young Master Ling's co-pilot and race with him. As long as I can sit in Young Master Ling's co-pilot once, I'm willing to die immediately, woo woo woo, husband, I love you !"

"Young Master Ling/husband, I love you!"

In front of the large screen, facing Ling Yun's strength again, both boys and girls let out howls of wolves excitedly. They couldn't tolerate anything else except Ling Yun's cool and handsome Lamborghini.

The extreme speed drives them crazy...

"Mom, I'm back." At eleven o'clock in the morning, Ling Yun, who had raced the car all night, pushed open the door. The picture of mother's kindness and filial piety did not appear, and even a servant in the villa could not see it. It was quiet, This is completely different from the previous picture of him racing back.

Throwing down the helmet he was holding in his arms, Ling Yun glanced suspiciously at the empty living room, then shook the sweat off his head.

It's so hot, it's annoying.

The summer in the imperial capital is really hot, super hot, so hot that he really wants to jump into the swimming pool for a swim right now.

But no, his mother taught him that he had to sweat profusely before he could take a shower. In desperation, he could only dig out an ice cream from the refrigerator and sit on the sofa to cool off.

While eating ice cream, Ling Yun flipped through his phone, there were a lot of missed calls and messages.

After picking up some messages and replying, he dropped the bare ice cream stick in his hand.

Round almond eyes looked around at the luxurious living room which was still empty, Ling Yun was really a little surprised, it was already 11:30, this point logically said that the servants should have lunch ready to serve.

But why is there not a single servant in their house today? Even if the master is not there, it is impossible for the servants to not be there. Could it be that something happened to the holiday?

With this question in mind, Ling Yun went up to the second floor.

"Meiyun, don't cry. If you cry again, we will suffer even more. It's all my fault. It's all my fault. If you want to complain, blame me. Don't cry. Lingyun will be back in a while. The child hears."

A hoarse and heavy voice came from beside his ears. The moment he heard the voice, Ling Yun raised his eyebrows in surprise. Why is his father at home at this hour?Also, why the fuck are you crying? !

Cry as soon as you cry, why do you involve yourself, did you make his mother angry when he didn't know?

It's worth it.

Otherwise, he'd better go out to avoid the limelight, and wait for his mother to calm down before going home!

Stopping his progress, Ling Yun showed a guilty and hesitant expression on his face.

"Xiu Su, can I not cry? The child has suffered outside for 18 years. It's a full 18 years. It's not a few days, months, or years, it's a full 18 years. As long as you think about the child's food and clothing during these 18 years, Not good, my parents still gamble and prodigal, my heart is broken, my poor child, woo woo..." Intermittent small sounds came into Ling Yun's ears along with continuous crying.

Suddenly, he who was hesitant became suspicious. After thinking about it, he slowly approached the direction where the voice came from.

what happened?

child, what child?

Could it be that he still has a brother left outside the Jiang family?

In 18 years, he is only this year, which means that he may have a twin brother who has been forgotten outside?With incomprehension, Ling Yun's steps became lighter, as light as a feather brushing, without making a sound.

A few seconds later, he stood in front of the study, and put his ear to the door to eavesdrop.

In the study room, Jiang Xiusu tightly hugged the heartbroken Wu Meiyun with a heavy expression on his face. An open document was placed on the desk in front of them. The big characters on the title of the document paternity test deeply irritated his eyes and made him feel angry again. His expression was a little heavy.

"Xiu Su, what crime did I do? God wants to punish me like this, my child, woo woo woo..." Following the cry, Wu Meiyun couldn't help beating Jiang Xiusu's chest with two fists .

She really hates her, children can admit their mistakes, she is not worthy of being a mother.

Wu Meiyun's cries and words continued to spread outside the door, which made Ling Yun, who was lying on the door eavesdropping, suddenly flustered.

He had a bad feeling.

"Mom, don't cry. Everyone is right about this matter. If you want to blame it, blame the little nurse for being careless and holding the wrong child. Otherwise, how could the relatives who are connected with us by blood be separated from us for 18 years? It’s not short, but fortunately the child found it by himself, and we will make up for him in the future, and give him all the love of 18 years.”

In the study, as another young voice sounded, Ling Yun's face instantly turned pale.

Not only was his face pale, but even his hands began to tremble.

He understood that he was not the child of the Jiang family, he was the child who was wrongly carried by the nurse back then, and the real child of the Jiang family had been found, and it might not be long before they officially met.

In a state of desperation, Ling Yun could no longer hear any words.

The only thing in his mind is the terrifying truth that he is not a child of the Jiang family.

Slowly walking through the corridor, down the stairs, out of the luxurious door, Ling Yun who suddenly knew the truth was wandering aimlessly like a walking corpse.

If Jiang's family is not his own home, if his parents are not his parents, and his elder brother is not his elder brother, then he will have no home. Where can those who have no home go?Where can I accommodate him.

What should he do in the future...

Just a few minutes after Ling Yun left the house, the door of the study was opened, and three faces with different expressions appeared at the door, looking at the empty corridor, Jiang Jingcheng suddenly bent down to pick up the A file bag was opened, and inside was a share transfer of Tianyun Group. Although it was only 5.00%, it was what he was most in short of right now.

"Lingyun, he..." Holding the 5.00% equity transfer document tightly, Jiang Jingcheng's face was complicated, and a trace of shame flashed in his eyes.

"Ling Yun is a good boy. We have loved him for 18 years. Jing Cheng, even if your younger brother comes back, you can't treat him differently. From now on, we still have to treat Ling Yun as before. Alas, Ling Yun Emphasis on feelings, we must treat him well and not let him be chilled."

Looking at the equity transfer document in Jiang Jingcheng's hand, Jiang Xiusu paused for half a minute before saying this.

"Dad, I know, don't worry, I will treat Ling Yun the same way I have treated him before. He is my younger brother, my own younger brother." After 18 years of intimacy, emotions cannot be divided just by dividing them. Jiang Jingcheng's love for Ling Yun The feelings are very deep.

Otherwise, it is impossible for Ling Yun to know that he will use his own method to obtain 5.00% of Tianyun Group's shares and give it to himself when he encounters a problem.

"Xiu Su, Ling Yun..." Wiping the tears from the corners of her eyes, Wu Meiyun had something to say, but in the end she didn't say anything under the watchful eyes of her husband and son.

"Mei Yun, we have already informed Ling Yun of his life experience in this way. There is really no need to do anything else. For a family like ours, having one more child is not a burden at all. Besides, you once loved this child sincerely. How about this, you have a good rest." After saying these words, Jiang Xiusu left with his briefcase, he still had a meeting to attend, so he couldn't stay at home for long.

"Mom, don't think too much, take a good rest, I'm going back to work."

Seeing his father gone, Jiang Jingcheng, who holds 5.00% shares of Tianyun Group, also looked like a workaholic.

"Go." Waving her hand, Wu Meiyun turned around and went to the master bedroom. As soon as she entered the bedroom, she took out her phone and dialed a familiar number.

"Mom, when can I go back to Jiang's house? I miss my mother." Yang Qing's voice clearly reached Wu Meiyun's ears through the microphone.

Immediately, Wu Meiyun felt distressed, "Son, wait a little longer, wait a little longer for your parents to pick you up, and our family will never be separated again."

"Okay, Mom, I'll wait for you to take me home."

He said thoughtful words, but Yang Qing's face twisted violently. The wealth of the Jiang family belonged to him, so why let that bastard Ling Yun occupy it? As long as he thinks of the picture of Ling Yun who was always looking up at Ling Yun in the shadows in his previous life, With a bright face, he was so angry that he almost smashed the phone in his hand.

In the villa area, Ling Yun, who had been dazed all this time, was suddenly blocked by a black shadow.

Squinting his eyes, Ling Yun's pupils focused, and looking behind the person standing in front of him, he said expressionlessly: "Sun Wenhao, why, can't afford to lose?"

"Cut, I can't afford to lose. If you lose, you will lose. Admit it!" Looking at Jiang Lingyun, whose face was quite pale, Sun Wenhao suddenly moved his head closer, and said in a low voice, "Ling Yun, you are not a child of the Jiang family anymore. , I see what qualifications you have to compete with me in the future, hehe, let's see how this young master will deal with you in the future."

After saying this, Sun Wenhao laughed loudly and walked away.

Looking at Sun Wenhao's peacock-like affectation back, Ling Yun's expression froze. What do you mean? Why does this person surnamed Sun know that he is not a child of the Jiang family? !