Mingcheng.

Regal Hotel, Penthouse Deluxe Suite.

"Stop looking, she is not what you can deal with. Before you start, you have lost."

In the living room, there is a white jade statue, which is carefully carved in the proportions of real people. It is not difficult to see that this statue is very ornamental and has extremely high artistic value.

This lifelike statue is no different from Lin Xue himself. The treatment of certain details is simply vivid, which shows how profound the master's skill is.

The young man standing in front of the statue turned a deaf ear, as if he was admiring a top-notch work of art, and was addicted to it.

"The four major families of Zhao Qiansun and Li were wiped out. I heard that Lin Xue had been killed this time and killed many people. The young masters of several major families became father-in-laws, and even the function of importing children to the family was lost. After they recovered from their injuries, if nothing unexpected happens, they will be expelled from the family."

The owner here is named Xie Kun, who came to the statue with red wine.

"Master Barkel's most proud work, I traveled all over the world to find jade that meets the requirements of the master. Fortunately, God pays off. After three years of hard work, I finally found it. Do you like it?"

"You send me?"

"Of course." Xie Kun said, taking a sip of wine, and smiling slightly, "Just Master Qin, as long as he speaks, everything is not a problem."

Mr. Qin frowned slightly, and finally he was willing to take his eyes away from the statue, walked towards the bar, poured a glass of wine, and sighed: "Four major families? Are you making me laugh."

"They are still very good on this acre of three-point land in Mingcheng." Xie Kun said, and received a message from his mobile phone. He opened it and said, "I just received the news that Lin Xue had a conflict with the royal family of a certain country, causing local mutiny and tens of thousands of people were injured. I advise you to die as soon as possible."

"Why?"

Mr. Qin picked up the wine glass and drank it all, and said loudly: "I came to Mingcheng not for the statue."

"I understand. But..." Speaking of this, Xie Kun sighed with his forehead, showing a look of pain, and murmured: "You are just a newcomer. Maybe you don't know that the real trouble is not Lin Xue, but her younger brother. He is really a genius of all ages, a demon king who is hard to come out in a thousand years."

"I have heard that if you want to marry Lin Xue, you must first pass his brother's level."

"Congratulations on having a demon brother-in-law."

When it comes to Lin Yi, there are countless people with headaches and splitting, and Xie Kun is just one of them.

Mr. Qin looked out the window, his eyes were faint, and he murmured: "How can I know if I don't try?"

...

Lin Family Manor.

"Young master, it's a little cold. Do you need to use my sucking heat to feed you?" Erli pouted and leaned against Lin's mouth.

Give me a sound!

Lin Yi's throat moved, swallowed a big saliva, and said, "Young master's blood sugar is a little high, so he doesn't want to eat fruits. Go and get a stack of pickled vegetables to make an appetizer."

"Young Master, there are not many pickled cabbage left in Fuling. Can Liubiju's be OK?"

"The Jiubiju people are not good, tell the housekeeper and ask him to arrange for people to fly to Bashu and purchase the freshest Fuling pickles."

"Okay." Erli jumped and left.

Looking at Erli's vibrant long legs, like lotus roots coming out of water, like white jade, with soft curves and extremely tempting.

Lin Yi couldn't help but feel lost for a moment. Dali wiped the saliva from the corner of his mouth with a handkerchief. "Young Master, the steak is ready."

"good."

Lin Yi came to his senses. Dali had already cut the steak. He said, "Let me go and do it myself."

Just this sentence changed the expressions of the group of servants serving him to eat.

Lin Yi studied hard and played a prodigal son, but the time was too short, so it was difficult to perfectly integrate into the role.

"I have lost my memory. Please don't look at me with such strange eyes. Next time, I will make you lose money!"

As soon as he finished speaking, all the servants lowered their heads in unison and thought to themselves: It is easy to change the country, but difficult to change their nature. Demons are demons, and they will not become good people even if they lose their memory.

The housekeeper Lao Dai ran over, looked flattering and said, "Young Master, are you looking for me?"

"Pickled cabbage. Fuling pickled cabbage!"

"It's the old slave who is dereliction of duty. I'll do it right away. Tomorrow morning, I promise that Fuling pickles will appear in the young master's breakfast menu."

"This is almost the same. By the way, I have read all the information about being a son-in-law in my house, and the interview will be scheduled tomorrow."

"Or follow the old rules?"

"As usual."

"Tomorrow..." The housekeeper pondered for a moment and said thoughtfully: "Tomorrow's time is a little tight, so it's better to change it to the day after tomorrow."

"Why?"

"Young Master, you forgot that there will be a prodigal training class tomorrow, and you are going to attend the class."

My God, you still need to go to class training for a prodigal family? This is too professional. Lin Yi's three views are gradually collapsed, and in a few days, he will become the real Master Lin.

"Okay, then let's go the day after tomorrow. What about the thugs who besieged our manor in the morning? How did my sister arrange it?"

"The old slave is about to report to the young master, but the envoy behind the scenes has been found."

"So fast? Lao Dai, you can. This way, verbal rewards for five minutes, only allow you to be proud for five minutes..."

Verbal rewards? Not to mention rewarding a sports car, a few gold spindles are indispensable. When did our young master become so stingy?

If it is broken, the young master gave up on himself and lost his enterprising spirit, and got closer to those "waste men" who are willing to fall. If this continues... the Lin family will perish.

"Why are you sweating all the time? Come on, I'll take your pulse." Lin Yi was ill after experiencing an occupational illness. Regardless of whether Lao Dai agreed or not, he grabbed Lao Dai's wrist and placed it on the dining table.

"No big problem, say, what have you done wrong?"

"Young Master, don't be too impressed. The goal of the Lin family's three generations is to win the list of prodigality. You have to withstand it!"

"I……"

"Rong Lao Nu is arrogant, please reward Lao Nu!"

Is there anyone who is so righteous and takes advantage of you? It makes you ask me for money as if you are helping me. Uh... That's right, it's just a waste of my family.

I must make a deep review, change their mentality, and learn hard and hard how to make a fortune.

"Why... I'm not amnesia. Don't be so excited. How big a thing I think is. Maybe I will remember it in a few days."

"If the young master can recover his memory as soon as possible, I am willing to pay it off with my life."

"Okay, stop crying. Then I will reward you..." Lin Yi said, looking at the table full of delicious food, he couldn't finish it even if he could eat it. It was a pity that he was wasted, so he said, "Come on, bring a chair for the butler and give you a dinner with me."

"I thank the young master for the reward." The brother said with gratitude.

In wealthy families, it is an extremely rare reward to reward the servants who eat at the same table. Only those who believe in the master can receive such honors.

Lin Yi just felt sorry for money, and it was simply a shame among the scum of a wealthy family.

In order to be a prodigal son with connotation and level, Lin Yi believes that tomorrow's prodigal training course must be attended, and even dead people must go.

If you don’t go and get some sutras, you will really not be able to get through.

Lin Yi, who was full of wine and food, lay on the sofa, looking at the roof with gold and jade, felt that the day was thrilling. In a trance, he felt that it was not very real, as ridiculous as a dream of yellow beams. However, when asked, he hoped that this dream would never wake up.

"I want to criticize the evil capitalism to the end!"
Chapter completed!