Dressed as the real daughter of the wealthy control group

Early the next morning, Du Min sent Xu Dazhi and his wife away and went directly to the manor.

Along with Du Min, there was also an invitation card from Ji's family, a gold-plated invitation card, on which it was written that Ms. Qiu Changge and her family were invited to visit the old man's birthday.

Du Min: "Changge, you really want to go to the birthday of the old man of the Ji family. The Ji family is considered to be the top wealthy family in the imperial capital. Do we want to prepare expensive gifts?"

Du Min saw that the lettering on the cover of the invitation was made of gold powder, which was so shiny and extravagant, that she clicked her tongue. She didn't understand the world of the rich.

Changge just finished walking the little dime, stuffed the fluffy puppy on the lazy sofa, looked at the invitation, and said lightly: "It is necessary to prepare well."

Du Min: "Should I send antiques or jade articles? These have to be decided in advance. There are only a few days left. Is there time?"

Changge squinted his eyes, propped his chin lazily, and said, "The Ji family is also worthy? You go to the antique market and buy a fake antique. The packaging should be more exquisite and gorgeous, and it should be packed in a good sandalwood box."

Du Min was dumbfounded, Ji's family is a top wealthy family, sending fakes?

"Changge, if the Ji family exposes it, it will not be good for your reputation. Do you have any holidays with the Ji family?"

Changge said slowly: "Well, the last time I was in Paris, it was Ji's family who asked someone on the road to buy my life."

Du Min cried out: "What, then why didn't you call the police, and went to Ji's house, no, isn't this a rush to give away the head?"

Du Min anxiously paced back and forth in the living room: "If the Ji family really did it, let's call the police directly, otherwise we don't know what they can do in the future."

Changge: "Don't panic, just go and buy fake gifts, I know the other things well."

This is China, Ji's family should be stared at by Lu Xize.If the Ji family uses their own people to kill her, it will be tantamount to suicide. In a society ruled by law, there is no privilege.What's more, she is the daughter of Ji's family. The kidnapping incident she tended to Paris was done by Ji Mingye alone.

Maybe it was because she was afraid that she would recognize her biological father alive, which would cause Ji Chengze to go back and compete with him for the inheritance.

Changge lowered her eyes, now that she has turned against Song Xinghe, she has also drawn a clear line with Fu Huaijin, and can only cooperate with Lu Xize.

Thinking of Fu Huaijin, Chang Ge's eyes dimmed slightly. In fact, Fu Huaijin did not do her any wrong, and even helped her a lot. She should not blame Fu Huaijin for her debts in her previous life.

It's just that people are easily cold.

She lowered her eyes and sent a message to Lu Xize: "Is Mr. Lu interested in cooperating?"

Lu Xize quickly replied: "I'm very happy, but we have to talk face to face."

In person?

Changge was about to reply when Qiao Xi made a voice call: "Changge, Ji Ruru came to see you and asked if you received the invitation? She couldn't enter the manor, so she gave the invitation to the housekeeper."

"Got it, when did you and Ji Ruru get so close?"

Ji Ruru's voice came from the phone: "In the end, we are a friendship of sharing weal and woe. Isn't it normal to get closer? Qiu Changge, I have already sent the invitation, and I need to reserve a few seats for you. Brother and the old man don't know, if something happens, don't say that I gave the invitation, just say that Ji Mingye's grandson gave it, and dirty water can be poured on him."

Chang Ge: "Stay, three seats! Maybe only one seat is needed."

"Then I'll reserve three seats for you. I really hate people like you. It's okay to be good-looking. You can't understand what you say or do. It makes me look stupid."

Qiao Xi kept nodding and said, "I used to think that I was the smart one in the entertainment industry. After seeing Qiu Changge, I doubted life. But, Changge, what are you doing at Ji's house? Don't you dislike such occasions?"

Changge said lightly: "Maybe it's to recognize relatives."

After she finished speaking, Lu Xize sent her another message: "You don't need to meet and talk, I will sort out the information of Ji's family and send it to you. I have prepared the birthday gift, so you don't need to prepare it. Also, Changge, Take it easy."

She couldn't help curling her lips, and clicked on the information sent by Lu Xize, and saw that it was the family tree of the Ji family. The three generations of the Ji family's grandparents and grandchildren were clearly checked. Even the old man of the Ji family ate tender grass and raised young All of his little lovers have been found out, as well as those bastard things about Ji Mingye.

Ji's family is thriving, thanks to the fact that the upper beam is not straight and the lower beam is crooked, the whole family is full of affection.

Changge glanced at it, and roughly understood the relationship between the characters of the Ji family.Not to mention the side branches of the Ji family, there are five families in the direct line. Her biological father, Ji Chengze, is the only son of the five families, ranking ninth, and has left the Ji family.

Ji Ruru is the granddaughter of the fourth room of the Ji family. The entire fourth room has no sense of existence except her, and the same is true for the second room and the third room. Only the eldest room is loved by the old man, and the eldest grandson Jimingye looks like an heir.

"Qiu Changge, on the old man's birthday, you have to dress more formally. Many people in the circle hate you for marrying Mr. Lu, and they hate you for having a close relationship with Fu Huaijin. Don't be bullied and laughed at then. "Ji Ruru exhorted.

Qiao Xi: "You're still worried about her. As soon as she stood there, there was a line written on her face: Sister is the queen, so you should worry about the rich daughter who finds fault."

Ji Ruru: "That's right, go for a walk, try on dresses, every rich party is a hard battle! Being a daughter is also very tiring."

Qiao Xi and Ji Ruru hung up the phone to try on the dresses. Chang Ge looked at Lu Xize's profile, and his gaze fell on the profiles of Ji's old man and eldest grandson Jim Mingye, and smiled coldly.

*

The birthday of the old man of the Ji family is at six o'clock on Saturday night. On Friday night, Fu Huaijin came out of the hospital after the operation and told the driver to go back to Fu's house.

"Third Young Master, do you need to call back in advance to ask Auntie to clean up your room and prepare dinner?" The driver asked in a low voice when he saw that he looked a little tired and his Qingjun face was a little pale.

Fu Huaijin shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, I'll go back to Orange Garden at night."

The driver looked at the time, hesitated to speak, and it was midnight when he returned to Orange Park.Tomorrow is the weekend, the young master can obviously live in Fu's house, so why rush back to Orange Garden.

When I returned to Fu's house, it was already past meal time. The old lady was sitting in front of the fireplace reading a book wearing reading glasses, helping Fu Yanzhu with her homework from time to time.The descendants of the Fu family are weak, and the grandchildren of the Fu family, Fu Heyu from the first room and Fu Yanzhu from the second room, both lived in the old house with the old lady.

Fu Yanzhu has just entered the first year of junior high school. She is a 12-year-old girl, completely different from her elder brother Fu Heyu. She is quiet and has a very calm personality.

"Grandma, Uncle is back." Seeing Fu Huaijin, Fu Yanzhu said in surprise, "Uncle, why didn't you call in advance when you came back? Fortunately, Auntie left you dinner."

When the old lady saw her youngest son came back, she immediately stood up and said with a smile, "Why are you free to come back today?"

This youngest son is her old son, who has revealed unusual wisdom since he was a child, and the old lady loves him like an eyeball.

Fu Huaijin smiled slightly: "I just came back to look for a few books, I don't want to overexcite the teacher."

He took out the pastry he bought on the way and handed it to Fu Yanzhu. Fu Yanzhu saw that it was a very popular and delicious dessert recently, she rolled her eyes with a smile, and said, "I'll call my brother down to eat together."

Fu Yanzhu went upstairs to call Fu Heyu down for supper.

The old lady smiled and said, "Let's eat less dessert at night, has Huai Jin eaten yet? I'll go to the kitchen and make you something to eat."

Fu Huaijin: "I ate in the hospital cafeteria. My elder brother said, I drew a lot of comic strips when I was young, but you put them away?"

"There is such a thing." The old lady took him into the storage room, turned on the light, and looked for his old things on the bookshelf, "You were too smart when you were young, especially when it comes to painting. As usual, I hired a teacher to teach you how to draw, and I drew a lot of things at that time, but then you got sick and you stopped drawing and learned piano instead."

While talking, the old lady followed the label and found his storage box before he was seven years old.

Fu Huaijin looked at the big storage box with deep eyes, reached out to hold the old lady's arm, and said in a low voice, "I'll just find it myself."

"Okay, then I'll clean up your room and stay here tonight?"

Fu Huaijin looked at the old lady's loving eyes, couldn't bear to refuse, and nodded: "Okay."

The old lady smiled slightly, and patted him on the shoulder lightly. The boy might have encountered some difficulties, otherwise he wouldn't have returned to Fu's house in the middle of the night to look for old things from his childhood, and he hadn't heard of him mentioning bringing the little girl from the Qiu family to him recently. When they came back, the two must have had an unpleasant quarrel.

Huai Jin's personality was already too calm and gentle, and the little girl also had a cold personality. If the relationship between the two was flat, she would still be a little worried, but now that she had a temper tantrum, she was not worried anymore.

Little lovers, if you don't care, how can you lose your temper.

The old lady went out to tidy up the room. Fu Huaijin sat on the futon, opened the heavy storage box, and took out the old things from childhood. paintings.

He took out the picture album and opened it to see that most of the paintings were a collection of landscapes, but the graffiti at the age of seven showed the style of painting. The landscape paintings he painted were very freehand and realistic. , will become everyone.

But the Fu family did not lack a painter, and later he stopped painting, only the teacher was heartbroken, and the Fu family did not regret it.

Fu Huaijin flipped through the entire painting, picked up the old painting book at the bottom of the box, opened it, and paused with her fingertips. Unlike other painting books, this book is full of characters, and they are all ancient-style characters. There are pictures of fireworks in the market, There are also pictures of delicate and cute characters. A six or seven-year-old lady with curved eyebrows, holding a rabbit lamp, stands under the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, just like a cute little jade rabbit.

He stroked the little lady in the painting, his heart ached, and it took him a long time to turn the page. The painting behind was like a history of growth. The little lady in the painting grew up little by little and became a graceful girl. The innocence disappears and becomes silent and beautiful.The girls' paintings are all from the back, and occasionally there are a few side views, and the faces are blurred.

The last one is a girl sitting alone in a mountain temple looking at the cold moon in the mountains. The indifferent expression and the loneliness of watching the moon under the eaves are exactly the same as Changge.

The second half of the picture book is blank, as if waiting for someone to continue drawing.

Fu Huaijin grasped the painting book tightly with five fingers, as if being pinched by an invisible big hand, unable to breathe.

That is Changge, the one with crooked eyebrows when he was young, and the indifferent and lonely Changge when he grew up. It turned out that he knew her a long, long time ago, but he forgot.

How can he forget?how come!

With trembling fingertips, Fu Huaijin called the nameless Zen master.

The nameless Zen master just fell asleep.The days in the temple are clean, so I turn off the lights and go to sleep at 08:30. I was woken up by his phone call at this moment, and said with a blank expression: "Benefactor Fu, even if you give ten times the amount of sesame oil this time, the old monk will not chat with you.

Temples don't house the downhearted and sad. "

Fu Huaijin has been looking for him too frequently recently, and he couldn't think of him three to five years ago.

Fu Huaijin looked deeply, and said hoarsely: "How to retrieve the forgotten memory? I'm talking about the memory before reincarnation."

The nameless Zen master was about to hang up the phone, when he heard the words and sat up suddenly from the bed: "What did you say? Do you remember the memory of the previous life?"

Fu Huaijin: "I remembered it before I was seven years old, and then I had a serious illness and forgot it. This time I went back to Fu's house and found the painting before I was seven years old."

The unknown monk was shocked. He got out of bed and put on his shoes. He paced back and forth in the bedroom and said, "There is still such a thing. I forgot but remembered it. This is fate. Either I want to cross the catastrophe or the karma of the previous life has not been resolved. I will pay the debt in this life." No wonder the last time I saw you, I found that you have no connection with the Buddha, and you are all making wedding dresses for others."

The last time I saw Fu Huaijin again, he faintly saw some clues.

"So, is there a way?"

"I have no choice but to wait for the right time. When the fate arrives, I will think of it naturally. Maybe I will never think of it in my life. It all depends on the way of personal fate." In other words, he has shallow knowledge and doesn't know.

Saying it means not saying it.

However, Fu Huaijin's heart became inexplicably clear, so he and Changge were destined, and she was the person he had been waiting for and was destined to meet.

Fu Huaijin hung up the phone directly.

Unnamed monk: "..."

It's great that young people nowadays are greedy for the world of mortals.

Fu Huaijin hung up the phone and put away the paintings. Seeing that she didn't reply to the message she sent to Changge five days ago, her eyes dimmed, and she sent another message: "I live at Fu's house tonight, and I found a painting from my childhood , Changge, do you believe in fate?"

Fu Huaijin: "The little lady I drew when I was a child is very similar to you, with eyebrows and eyes like crescent moons, and a long song. You must have been very cute when you were young! Good night!"

Two messages were sent out, but the other party never replied.

Fu Huaijin sighed softly. When she was angry, she didn't like to talk to others. Although he didn't know why, he just wanted to be by her side and hug her when she was angry.

The phone screen turns on and off, turns off and turns on again.

Changge sat on the balcony, holding the puppy, looking at the sky full of stars, he went back to Fu's house and told her what to do!

Also, she was really cute as a child.

Changge narrowed his eyes slightly, freed a hand, and was about to reply, when the other party sent another message: "I like you, Changge, if you lack a boyfriend, you can consider me."