322. Chapter 322 Tie a dog leash to the young master 4
If Xiang Yutian is the underworld myth of Southeast Asia, then Xiang Rongjin is undoubtedly the promoter who cultivated the myth.
Xiang Rongjin walked up to her and looked her up and down.
"The girl you've been looking for for ten years?"
Xiang Rongjin's voice has a unique timbre, like the bass keys of a piano, exuding mature charm.
He was asking Lone Eagle this question.
"Yes, Mr. Xiang has been looking for her for ten years." Gu Ying stood aside and answered with awe in his voice.
Xiang Rongjin looked at Jiang Weiwei again with the eyes of an animal, all the way down from her hair, his eyes were fixed on her legs.
Even if she is wearing slightly loose house pants, she can still tell at a glance that she has a pair of slender and straight legs.
"You really have long legs."
Xiang Rongjin seemed to have thought of something and stared at her legs in disbelief.
Jiang Weiwei took two steps back and prepared to close the door.
One of the men quickly stepped forward and blocked the door.
"Miaomiao, right? Won't you invite me in to sit down?" Xiang Rongjin said, with arrogance in his eyes.
Miaomiao?
She really couldn't bear the fact that he screamed so intimately, goosebumps were falling down from her skin.
Jiang Weiyi put his hand on the door, staring at him coldly with a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and said in an extremely cold voice, "I'm sorry, I don't invite strangers."
Hearing this, Xiang Rongjin smiled instead of getting angry, "Stranger? You almost became my son's bride."
Jiang Weiyi finally understood where Xiang Yutian's unpredictable temper came from. He was like his adoptive father.
She couldn't tell the purpose of Xiang Rongjin's visit now.
A man who could influence everything in the world suddenly came to her house and asked to come in and sit down...
Ridiculous, isn't it?
"Then just think that I simply don't want to invite you and just go away without seeing you off."
Jiang Weiwei said indifferently.
The rejection is too obvious.
"Thanks."
Xiang Rongjin said, giving her an elegant nod, then opened his legs and walked in directly.
"..."
Jiang Wei was speechless. This old man couldn't understand people, could he? What should I thank him for?
Xiang Rongjin walked in and looked around her apartment. From the ceiling to the floor, she didn't miss any part of her apartment. Her eyes were still as arrogant as if she were visiting a stable...
"This is the kind of house you live in? It's too small. At most, it can be turned into a rooftop restaurant to enjoy the night view."
After reading, Xiang Rongjin sat down on the arc-shaped sofa, placed his hands on both sides casually, and said in a low-pitched and mature voice, "Lone Eagle, buy this community and let Miaomiao renovate it."
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
Lone Ying nodded, turned around and gave Jiang Weiyi a hard look.
Jiang Weiwei stood leaning against the chest of drawers and looked coldly at Xiang Rongjin, who was as natural as at home, "I'm not used to living in a house bought with dirty money."
She doesn't care about living either.
Hearing her words, all the subordinates looked at her with a "disrespectful" look.
"Miaomiao, you seem to be very hostile to me." Xiang Rongjin hit the nail on the head, his mixed-race eyes gradually turning from arrogant to cold, "I don't really like girls who drink fine wine."
"Then what do you want?"
Jiang Weiyi's long black hair fell in an orderly manner on his shoulders, and his face was as cold as frost.
As soon as she finished speaking, a group of men began to smash up the apartment like robbers.
“Clang clang clang clang——”
The glass table was overturned;
The television was smashed;
The massage chair's remote control is crappy;
The entire floor-to-ceiling window was broken, and the night wind blew in, giving it a chill...
"..."
This is the best answer Xiang Rongjin gave her. If Xiang Yutian is the underworld myth of Southeast Asia, then Xiang Rongjin is undoubtedly the promoter who cultivated the myth.
Xiang Rongjin walked up to her and looked her up and down.
"The girl you've been looking for for ten years?"
Xiang Rongjin's voice has a unique timbre, like the bass keys of a piano, exuding mature charm.
He was asking Lone Eagle this question.
"Yes, Mr. Xiang has been looking for her for ten years." Gu Ying stood aside and answered with awe in his voice.
Xiang Rongjin looked at Jiang Weiwei again with the eyes of an animal, all the way down from her hair, his eyes were fixed on her legs.
Even if she is wearing slightly loose house pants, she can still tell at a glance that she has a pair of slender and straight legs.
"You really have long legs."
Xiang Rongjin seemed to have thought of something and stared at her legs in disbelief.
Jiang Weiwei took two steps back and prepared to close the door.
One of the men quickly stepped forward and blocked the door.
"Miaomiao, right? Won't you invite me in to sit down?" Xiang Rongjin said, with arrogance in his eyes.
Miaomiao?
She really couldn't bear the fact that he screamed so intimately, goosebumps were falling down from her skin.
Jiang Weiyi put his hand on the door, staring at him coldly with a pair of beautiful almond eyes, and said in an extremely cold voice, "I'm sorry, I don't invite strangers."
Hearing this, Xiang Rongjin smiled instead of getting angry, "Stranger? You almost became my son's bride."
Jiang Weiyi finally understood where Xiang Yutian's unpredictable temper came from. He was like his adoptive father.
She couldn't tell the purpose of Xiang Rongjin's visit now.
A man who could influence everything in the world suddenly came to her house and asked to come in and sit down...
Ridiculous, isn't it?
"Then just think that I simply don't want to invite you and just go away without seeing you off."
Jiang Weiwei said indifferently.
The rejection is too obvious.
"Thanks."
Xiang Rongjin said, giving her an elegant nod, then opened his legs and walked in directly.
"..."
Jiang Wei was speechless. This old man couldn't understand people, could he? What should I thank him for?
Xiang Rongjin walked in and looked around her apartment. From the ceiling to the floor, she didn't miss any part of her apartment. Her eyes were still as arrogant as if she were visiting a stable...
"This is the kind of house you live in? It's too small. At most, it can be turned into a rooftop restaurant to enjoy the night view."
After reading, Xiang Rongjin sat down on the arc-shaped sofa, placed his hands on both sides casually, and said in a low-pitched and mature voice, "Lone Eagle, buy this community and let Miaomiao renovate it."
"Yes, Mr. Xiang."
Lone Ying nodded, turned around and gave Jiang Weiyi a hard look.
Jiang Weiwei stood leaning against the chest of drawers and looked coldly at Xiang Rongjin, who was as natural as at home, "I'm not used to living in a house bought with dirty money."
She doesn't care about living either.
Hearing her words, all the subordinates looked at her with a "disrespectful" look.
"Miaomiao, you seem to be very hostile to me." Xiang Rongjin hit the nail on the head, his mixed-race eyes gradually turning from arrogant to cold, "I don't really like girls who drink fine wine."
"Then what do you want?"
Jiang Weiyi's long black hair fell in an orderly manner on his shoulders, and his face was as cold as frost.
As soon as she finished speaking, a group of men began to smash up the apartment like robbers.
“Clang clang clang clang——”
The glass table was overturned;
The television was smashed;
The massage chair's remote control is crappy;
The entire floor-to-ceiling window was broken, and the night wind blew in, giving it a chill...