Sit at the wrong table on a blind date, get married to the heir of a billionaire family

"What kind of car is this? It's similar to the ones that usually run on the street."

The second aunt didn't know much about cars. She only knew that the car in front of her was bigger and cleaner.

"Mom, this is a Rolls-Royce!"

The young man's tone was full of pride, "You don't know me, but the little car logo on the front is worth 20!"

"What? Such a small thing, is it made of gold?"

The son continued to tell his mother: "In short, you know it is expensive. This car is worth several apartments upstairs."

"Tsk tsk."

Poverty limits imagination. The second aunt laments the luxury of rich people in the city. A car is actually more expensive than a house?

Young man: "When I make money in the future, I will buy you a car. This is a filial piety! I will do what I say."

"Okay, Mom is just waiting to enjoy it."

The mother and son laughed happily.

Yes, this thin young man is the second aunt's son, Jianmin.

The two of them didn't know how good the world was, but they actually wanted to get together to enjoy their handiwork and touch the Rolls-Royce emblem.

"Come, let's get rich."

Before he finished speaking, several strong men with a height of two meters suddenly surrounded him.

A row of black sunglasses stared at the mother and son. Jianmin and the second aunt were so frightened that they took half a step back at the same time.

The bodyguards didn't say a word, but there was an obvious look of chilling on their faces.

It's not easy to mess with at first glance.

Jianmin lowered his head in fear and held his mother in silence.

In the car, Meng Yan glanced coldly at the mother and son standing outside the car. He never interacted with such people, and never looked at them twice.

When the door of the Rolls-Royce closed, it slowly drove towards the entrance of the community.

The bodyguards in black suits got into the convoy behind and left one by one.

Jianmin finally spoke:

"Mom, did you see that person in the car just now? He seems to be about the same age as me, quite young."

The second aunt kept her head down. She only knew the driver's dignity, but she didn't know there was someone in the back seat.

"If he can drive a Rolls-Royce at his age, I will certainly be able to do so in a few years."

The second aunt looked at the magnificent motorcade and said, "When will our family be able to be so beautiful? It's so stylish."

"But why hasn't she come down yet?"

The second aunt took out her mobile phone and was about to ask Gan Qi which household she lived in. Waiting was not the answer, she had to go upstairs quickly.

In fact, Gan Qi had already arrived downstairs 2 minutes ago.

She looked at her second aunt and Jianmin not far away, and even though she was unhappy, she still walked over.

Before passing by, she looked around to look for Meng Yan, who had come downstairs earlier than her.

After confirming that he had left the community, he breathed a sigh of relief.

He had barely taken two steps when his way was blocked by the Rolls-Royce.

Gan Qi once again passed by this luxury car.

Of course Meng Yan in the car saw Gan Qi and turned his face away quickly.

It’s a very dangerous thing again!

Gan Qi's attention was entirely focused on her second aunt and her son, but she didn't know that the person sitting in the car was Meng Yan, who was being urged to go to work.

"Don't worry, Mr. Meng, Madam didn't see you."

"Ah."

Meng Yan adjusted his tie.

He also realized that the mother and son just now must be the relatives Gan Qi mentioned.

I wonder what kind of confrontation there will be today?

I hope Gan Qi will not be defeated.

Suddenly, a sense of selfishness arose in Meng Yan's heart.

If, he meant if, it wouldn't be a bad thing if Gan Qi was defeated in front of his relatives, it might highlight his usefulness...

The driver in front saw the faint smile on Mr. Meng's face in the rearview mirror and breathed a sigh of relief.

The eldest young master is in a good mood today, and the air is finally not so oppressive.