The real boss is the pet of the wealthy small group

Meng Bao grinned, his small teeth were neat and white: "Meng Bao is not the kind of superficial person who only looks at the face! So he recognized everyone right away!"

The family members who get along day and night can of course recognize each other immediately.

"Mengbao, you want to donate to the m fund, right? Come on, you need to register yourself for some procedures."

Ling Can thrust in forcefully, immediately picked up Meng Bao, and left.

This is a blatant "robbing" of the child, but her reasons are very open and aboveboard, and everyone is speechless for a while, and can only acquiesce.

When Meng Bao passed by, he found that Han Ziqian was signing the contract.

"Master, do you want to donate too?" Meng Bao twisted and twisted, twisting himself off.

Being held tightly by Aunt Ling Can for a long time, Meng Bao already has a wealth of experience and knows how to "escape" with skill.

Han Ziqian handed her the pen: "Yes, I will also donate a little of this year's income."

Meng Bao took the pen, and saw a line of amount written on the master's graceful and elegant words——

One billion.

Wow, a little bit of master is a billion bit.

Meng Bao was in awe, and raised his thumbs up with his two little hands, like Han Ziqian raised and raised again: "Master is so amazing!"

Han Ziqian's tone was sparse and ordinary: "It's okay, I applied for a few patents this year, and after putting it into production, I made some income."

Apparently he's grown accustomed to his excellence.

"I donate [-] million." Suddenly, a deep and masculine voice sounded.

Meng Bao looked back and saw that his eldest brother Ji Jingxing was signing his name with his sleeves rolled up, showing his strong forearm.

Meng Bao quickly gave her big brother a thumbs up: "Big brother is amazing!"

Behind him, Ji Jingchen pushed his gold-rimmed glasses, and said in a gentle and gentlemanly way: "Two hundred million, the second time."

Meng Bao: "Wow! The second brother is also amazing!"

Ji Jingri put his hands in his trouser pockets and smiled casually: "Two hundred million, three times."

Meng Bao: "Ah! The third brother is also amazing!"

The m fund is a fund set up for Lemon Treasure, and the brats donate [-] million, how can they be compared?

Ji Jingyue, who was ranked behind Ji Jingri, was a little anxious, he, he, he...he only had 2000 million.

what to do?He is so poor!

"Two hundred million... divided by ten." Ji Jingyue's voice became lower and lower.

But Meng Bao's praise was not discounted at all, let alone divided by ten: "The fourth brother is also amazing! Awesome!"

Ji Jingyue asked unexpectedly and hesitantly: "Mengbao, do you really think I'm amazing?"

"That's right!" Meng Bao said with certainty, "Meng Bao knows that most of the fourth brother's money is earned from filming. During the summer vacation, I often see the fourth brother leaving early and returning late to film. Raining, wearing a padded jacket in hot weather, squatting for several nights, just to shoot a scene on a moonlit night..."

"It's really amazing that the fourth brother donated the money he worked so hard for!"

Mengbao knows that the fourth brother has not completely come out of the shadow of the "Ma Baonan" incident, and sometimes he is not confident enough.

Then we should praise fourth brother more and encourage him more.

Because he compares his heart with his heart, Meng Bao likes the feeling of being praised and affirmed.

What's more, what she said was the truth.

When Ji Jingxing and the three heard their sister's praise of Ji Jingyue, they couldn't help but fell into deep thought.

It seems that men should also show weakness appropriately.

It's time to let my sister know how hard I've worked.

"Sister, look at the calluses on big brother's hand, it's from boxing practice, and this wound, from the last gold belt competition..."

"After two surgeries in a row, and then quickly flew to New York, my second brother's hands are really sore, and I can hardly lift them..."

"Third brother writing songs looks easy, but in fact the mental work is the hardest. Third brother often feels that his head hurts..."

Meng Bao's heart ached so badly, he would give Ji Jingxing blows his hand for a while, squeeze his arm for Ji Jingchen for a while, and rub his head for Ji Jingri for a while.

Han Ziqian and Ji Jingyue stood aside, their eyes wide open.

Ji Jingyue felt that her good acting skills were probably inherited from her family.

Looking at the "performance" of several brothers, the past is really hidden.

Han Ziqian stared at it complicatedly for a moment, then suddenly hummed softly.

"What's the matter? What's the matter, what's the matter, master?"

Meng Bao turned his head and asked with concern in his busy schedule.

"It's nothing." Han Ziqian shook his head weakly, with a trace of glass-like fragility on his overly good-looking face.

At the same time, he raised his slender white jade arm and slowly rubbed his palm.

"Master, did the wound hurt in London last time?"

Meng Bao hurried over, held Han Ziqian's palm and looked back and forth.

"The wound has healed, and there is no scar left. Could it be that there is an internal injury, Master, give you a squeeze!"

The four Ji family brothers: "..."

Damn it, when it comes to tea art, this brat is even better.

This side is "competing for favor", and Ji's father and others also went to donate to the m fund, especially Ji's grandma, when she signed her name, her eyes were slightly wet.

Such a foundation is of special significance to her.

Grandma Ji really hopes that she can recover in her lifetime, stay with her family in such a sober state, and watch her children and grandchildren grow up...

Meng Bao and his family were happy and happy, while Ji Xinyue stood blankly in the corner, almost petrified.

No wonder my spells are useless to Meng Bao, they...they are all here!

Even the two dogs and the snake came.

Even though Nida had injected green energy into Meng Bao's body several times, with the protection of these love energies, Meng Bao was not eroded at all.

Ji Xinyue's face was pale, her legs were shaking, she knew that today's task would not be completed again.

No one can defeat such a powerful force of love.

But the master...

Thinking of breaking her promise again, Ji Xinyue couldn't control her fear anymore and fell to the ground.

Everyone in Ji's family turned their backs to Ji Xinyue and did not see this scene. Only Han Ziqian, who was being checked by Meng Bao for his injury, saw Ji Xinyue losing his composure as soon as he looked up.

His eyes lingered briefly on her face, especially her eyes.

Ji Xinyue's heart tightened, the handsome boy's eyes were so menacing that she instinctively felt guilty.

You won't be discovered, will you?

Just as he was thinking, Han Ziqian looked away as if nothing had happened.

Ji Xinyue felt relieved, yes, she has changed her appearance, and even her voice has changed, how could anyone recognize her?

"Ma'am, are you okay?" A staff member came to help Ji Xinyue up.

"Your carpet here is not smooth!" Ji Xinyue kicked her upside down after being helped up.

After the staff was slightly stunned, they apologized again and again.

Ji Xinyue left with a straight face.

Back at her Manhattan apartment, her palms were sweating as she opened the door with her key.

It's as if this is not an ordinary door, but the door to hell.

However, she knew that she had to go in, because she had been bound by her master, and from then on she could only live and die together.

There were occasional defectors in the organization, and the death conditions were extremely tragic and frightening. Ji Xinyue didn't want to have that kind of experience.

Therefore, after things go wrong, the due punishment must be borne.

The moment Ji Xinyue stepped into the room and closed the door, the small box on the table flew up into the air, covering her with green light, blocking some sounds, and also blocked the possibility of her escaping.

Ji Xinyue rolled all over in pain, let out a heart-piercing scream, and the skin on her body began to crack...

After a long time, Ji Xinyue curled up on the ground like a rag, her eyes dimmed as if she had died.

The voice of the box said darkly and bitterly: "Xiaoyao Yinzi has too many family members, it's too annoying."

"Ming...Understood." Ji Xinyue tried her best to speak with difficulty, "I...I will get rid of them one by one first."