"Mr. Jin......" I smiled politely at Jin Junchi, and just wanted to say that I didn't like oxtail soup, but grandpa coughed majestically, and I ...... I had no choice but to shut up.

Fortunately, the servant served me food quickly. I'm actually full, but it's weird to sit upright, so I change the fruit salad in front of me and eat only the mangoes and nuts inside.

Sang Xiaorou smiled at Jin Junchi, and her thin voice was tactful and clear: "I heard from my grandfather that Mr. Jin lives in Fontainebleau most of the time, and there should be many famous shops there......"

"Famous stores? it doesn't seem to be much......" Jin Junchi smiled slightly, and his tone was understated. However, I caught a hint of ridicule in his eyes.

To put it pertinently, Jin Junchi's expression is not too excessive, and it is indeed Sang Xiaorou's topic that is a little smiling and generous. I rolled my eyes at the plate in front of me – shouldn't Fontainebleau be the most famous of the Château de Fontainebleau?the galleries of François I, the churches of Saint-Saturnin and the Saint-Trinity, and the Napoleon I memorial, adorned with allegorical paintings, sculptures and rich plaster ornaments that embody the essence of French Renaissance art...... I have in my mind the images of the "Fontainebleau" architecture, a perfect and harmonious blend of Renaissance style and traditional French art, and everything is as clear as if I had seen it in person. However, I have never been to Fontainebleau......

My head began to ache dullly again, and I frowned and gently rubbed the corners of my forehead with my hands to ease the discomfort.

"Xiaowan, what's wrong with you?" Dong Qingqing suddenly spoke.

"It's a bit of a headache......" I replied.

"Let's go back to the room and rest, aren't you too tired......" Dong Qingqing said as he observed his grandfather's face.

I was 'invited' by my grandfather, so I had to accompany the second young man of the Jin family to finish this meal, and it is estimated that I will have to die at the table.

"I know a good brain specialist, so let him give you a good examination, don't make a minor illness become a major illness......" Jin Jun said slowly, and the tone was as pleasant as the spring breeze in February. However, I was trembling when I heard it, it was really not that I was psychologically dark, and in several encounters with Jin Junchi, I was completely sure that he was hostile to me. I only suspect that the car accident has caused my memory to be missing, and I may have offended Jin Junchi in the past.

I don't dare to see the doctor that Jin Jun invited late, I am afraid that the minor illness will be treated by his doctor at that time: "Don't bother, it's already much better......"

I finally stayed up until the end of dinner, and I thought about how I could 'go back to my room to rest' logically, but I didn't expect to be caught off guard by Jin Junchi: "I've been bothering for a long time today, so I'll say goodbye, and Xiaowan will hurry back to the room to rest." ”

Jin Junchi had just the right smile on his face, which was called a spring breeze boy who was not bullied. But what he said couldn't be more obvious - Jin Junchi was in a hurry to leave in order to let me have a good rest.

Sang Xiaorou 'volunteered' to see off Jin Junchi, and when the two walked out of the restaurant, grandpa and Dong Qingqing all looked at me in unison. I groaned in my heart - I really don't know what this snake spirit is trying to do, who am I trying to provoke!

Okay, hasn't the second young master of the Jin family already arranged it for me: "Grandpa, Aunt Qing, I'll go back to the room to rest......"

"Xiao Wan......" Dong Qingqing suddenly took my hand, "Did you know the second young master of the Jin family before?"

Grandpa's eyes also fell on me, and he seemed to be waiting for my answer.

"I don't know ......" I shook my head, I just took Jin Junchi's car last night, and I really don't know him.

However, I suspect that I have dug up his ancestral grave, otherwise Jin Jun would not have blackened me so much - I am now sober, Jin Junchi just acted in this play, completely because he wanted me to become a live target at home. Obviously, even if the Sang family intends to marry the Jin family, the candidate chosen by the grandfather to marry Jin Junchi is Sang Xiaorou. Looking at Dong Qingqing's attitude, I can't wait to promote this marriage. Moreover, Sang Xiaorou's admiration for Jin Junchi is beyond words. Jin Junchi pushed me to the forefront at this time, eighty percent didn't take a fancy to Sang Xiaorou, of course, he didn't take a fancy to me, with Jin Junchi's frivolous behavior at the back door of the kitchen, he should want to use me as a shield.

To sum up, I am gorgeous cannon fodder.

"I looked at ...... The second young master of the Jin family seemed to recognize Xiao Wan...... "Dong Qing said quietly.

"Didn't he always live in France, and I haven't been there......" I shrugged and turned to go upstairs.

The next day, as soon as I woke up, I received an email from my counselor. There are two things in total - first, I failed the 'Western Literary Theory Selection' last semester and need to take a make-up exam. Second, the internship will start tomorrow, and there are requirements for internship below, in a word, bring your student ID card directly to the company arranged by the school to report, and you are not allowed to change units without permission, otherwise the personnel department will not be able to find out the person, and the internship qualification will be cancelled......

I was so completely blackened by Jin Jun yesterday, and today I was assigned to the Jin family's Hang Lung Group for an internship, which is too coincidental. Those seemingly accidental coincidences are often the inevitability of wearing a mask, and when I think of this, I feel a cool air behind me.

I first applied for a make-up exam online on campus, then threw my phone aside and went to the bathroom to wash up. I pulled out "Selected Readings of Western Literary Theory" from the bookshelf and took it out of the bedroom.

Only Sang Xiaorou was eating breakfast in the restaurant, but it seemed that she had already eaten: "Sister, morning." ”

"Early. "I sat down and ate the breakfast that Aunt Wu brought me, while flipping through the "Selected Readings of Western Literary Theory".

I found that the content of this book overlaps with "European Art History" quite highly, which should be regarded as my strong point, but I can not help but fail?etc., I couldn't help frowning--have I studied "European Art History"?......

"Sister, I want to talk to you...... Let's talk about ......" Sang Xiaorou looked at me with a serious face. Sang Xiaorou has been cultivated since she was a child according to the standards of everyone in her grandfather's mind - respect for her parents and elders, and treat others generously and decently.

I closed the book in my hand and turned my head to look at her, "Oh, tell me something." ”

"You...... Can you not rob Young Master Jin with me?" Sang Xiaorou bit her lip, her slightly drooping eyelashes covering her shrewd calculations and intentions.

I would rob Jin Junchi with her when I was crazy, and she quickly took it away if she liked it: "Do you think Second Young Master Jin is the type that can be snatched around?"

"Sister......" Obviously, Sang Xiaorou was not satisfied with my attitude, "You also like Young Master Jin......"