450: C450 Hate

C450 Hate

The names of the large courtyard groups in the millionaire small sector didn't follow the usual numbers.

Instead, he chose the twelve Earthly Branches as his appellation, in which the Hai District was located in the center of the region, while the other eight districts, Wu, Yin, Ming, Chen, Ji, Wu, Wu, and 11 others, were arranged in a counterclockwise fashion around the Hai Region.

The black Mercedes-Benz continued to drive until it reached the edge of the sea. Then, it stopped silently in front of the courtyard.

The car door opened and a handsome young man walked out.

The youth waved his hand, and the Mercedes-Benz tactfully left.

In such a depressing place, every word and action had to be done in accordance with the rules and be careful.

The young man was Ji Ye, the crown prince in everyone's eyes.

Ji Ye raised his head and looked at the signboard at the entrance that read "An Guoguo". For a moment, he was silent.

The name of the nominee on the signboard was engraved with an old man's name — Xiao Ru Hai.

Ji Ye sighed in his heart.

If his father was still alive, what was the situation in his life?

At that time, he would be the real Crown Prince, right?

Fortunately, the heavens were still there, and the old man was still there.

Ji Ye pushed open the iron door and walked up the stairs.

When he reached the entrance to the hall, he stopped unconsciously, as if he had suddenly thought of something.

Very quickly, a resolute and ruthless expression appeared on his face.

Then, this expression was drowned out by a sincere smile, leaving no trace behind.

He stepped into the main hall, stepped on the mahogany floor, and headed east toward the lighted pavilion.

It was a study.

The light was not very eye-catching, but the scent of books was everywhere.

Beside the lamp, a woman was leaning against the sofa, reading a book.

He seemed to be engrossed in watching the scene, or perhaps he didn't hear the sound of footsteps.

She did not even look up to see the young man enter the room.

This was a beautiful woman.

No, it should be said that she was a shy woman.

The early spring in Beijing was still chilly, but the room was very warm.

The woman was wearing only a light purple halter dress. Her long hair was draped over her shoulders, and she wore makeup. Her skin was creamy, and her aura was faint like an orchid.

It was as if no one could see her age or her personality.

From a distance, your first impression was that she was just a young girl in her early twenties.

Because if in the next second, she smiled at you, just like the bright sunshine in spring, representing the brilliant blooming season.

However, upon closer inspection, her temperament seemed to portray her as a demure and graceful young woman, as gentle as water.

Because if she smiles at you in the next second, she might be like a hot summer sun, warm and open.

People always feel irresistible about some unknown beauty.

The woman in front of him seemed to suit the taste of anyone. She had successfully grown from the aesthetic side of everyone.

Her legs were covered with a fur blanket, and her bare feet were white and tender, as if they had been soaked in milk for years.

Of course, these feet were indeed soaked in milk over a long period of time.

Not just her feet, but her whole body.

Therefore, when Ji Ye walked closer, he could smell a faint aroma of milk.

This was a taste that he was familiar with, a taste that he liked.

"You're looking for me." Ji Ye asked while standing at the door. What he said was definite.

He had come back because he had received a call from this woman.

It had been more than two years since his last departure.

Only then did the woman reluctantly put down the lousy romance novel written by some third-rate romance author.

She waved at Ji Ye and said, "Little Ye, come over here."

Ji Ye walked in front of the woman. He felt that he shouldn't talk to the woman condescendingly, so he hesitated and directly squatted down.

The woman reached out her hand to caress Ji Ye's handsome face, and said with concern, "You lost weight? Is the food not good enough? "

"The southern chef's cooking skills are always inferior to the dishes you make." Ji Ye seemed a bit nervous, as if he was shy, but also a bit uneasy.

"Then change it. China has tens of millions of chefs, the entire world has over a hundred million chefs, they can always get a suitable one. When people are alive, they can take anything with them, but they can't let their appetite take over. "

"I can't find what I want." Ji Ye said with a smile.

At this moment, he was more like a child who was acting coquettishly in front of his mother.

The woman nodded and changed the topic. "So, tell me, what do you want?"

"I want face." Ji Ye said, "My face, my father's face. And your face. If they don't give it to me, I'll go fight for it. "

"But you shouldn't." The woman sighed softly. "You think this is a long face? Do you know what this will bring you? "

"Is the Dragon King angry?" The Crown Prince sneered, "An old man paralyzed in bed for many years? Yes, I admit it. He had both prestige and strength. But so what? He's a man of ill intentions, and he's not on our side. "

Pow!

The woman raised her gentle hand high up in the air and slapped Ji Ye's handsome face.

Because his face was already slightly pale, the palm print could clearly be seen on his palm.

It was even touched by the tail of the woman's fingernail, creating a long bloody wound.

The dignified Ji Ye, the unparalleled Crown Prince, was slapped by a woman.

However, Ji Ye still maintained a natural smile on his face.

He was neither surprised nor annoyed, as if he had expected this kind of slap.2

He pulled a soft, white silk scarf from his pocket and dabbed the blood from his face and mouth.

"Jesus exhorts his followers that when someone else is done hitting you in the left cheek, you should stick out your right face. But I am not Jesus, and when people hit me in the left cheek, I will immediately strike back, not just at his right cheek, but at his head, too. I want that too. It is a matter of dignity for a man. " Ji Ye said warmly, "Of course, you are an exception. In this world, you are the only exception. "

"Do you know that you are courting death?" The woman said angrily, "I know you hate him. Hate him for not loving you, hate him for not taking care of you. "Hate him for expelling you —"

"No, you're wrong." Ji Ye interrupted the woman and said, "I hate him, but it's definitely not because of what you said."

"What?" The woman slightly raised her eyebrows and a hint of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"I hate him because he shouldn't have let my father die for him." Ji Ye said in a deep voice, "I am Ji Qianqian's descendant, and he did not show me the respect I should have. Even if it is him, I will work even harder."

Silence — —

The woman was silent.

Ever since she was young, no matter what Ji Ye did, she had always been able to control him very well and even spoke of his reasoning.

However, at this moment, she discovered that what Ji Ye said was the truth. She was unable to refute him or even say anything about it.

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