Under the shadow of the lamp, Lan Ji was wearing a well-made khaki low-waisted leggings, revealing a beautiful and explosive small waist. The green, soft V-neck sweater wraps the roundness of her chest into a plump spring peach, towering and straight. A head of yellow curly hair is casually tied on a pink neck, and a pair of clear eyes that are so gentle that they seem to drip water, beautiful as a demon.

Recalling the scene of being entangled with Sang-nam during the day, Lan Ji couldn't help but sigh softly in her heart, but it was a pity that such a young and beautiful boy with hair like jade would ignore his beauty and ignore it.

The perfect woman's heart is entangled in never paying attention to the praise of others' 99, but on the contrary, she cares about the incompleteness of 1. The appearance of Xiangnan made her begin to wonder how the ** joy of those drunken gold fans in the past could not stand up to thinking.

There is no shortage of men around her, the only thing missing is a masculine man who is justified and strong. In the past few years, she has seen a lot of all kinds of men, but no one has ever dared to talk to her in such a tone, there are too many people who please her, when she tends to be inflammatory, flattering, sleek, sanctimonious, even sissy, orchid fingers, snobbery, one by one fell under her pomegranate skirt, she was intoxicated, she didn't mind what other people's real intentions were, she wanted to be wealthy, colorful, and wealthy, and even people with ulterior motives used her as a diving board and wanted to have something to do with her father Blue Mountain.

Lan Shan, the deputy mayor of Pingyang City, who is in charge of the economy. Born with a majestic face. The face bones are thick and strong. The chin is wide and open, the muscles are full, and the eyebrows are thick, and he is very manly. According to the folk lookers: this Junyin Hall is open, the pavilion is facing the heavens, the quasi-head is plump and round, the nose is broad, the career is formed, it is generous, rigid and soft, and it is more tolerant. Especially for this pampered pearl in the palm since childhood, it is even more indulgent.

Lan Ji walked through the well-organized office and stepped into another private bedroom with a cave. The whole room here is designed in a fresh petty bourgeois medium green tone, facing a super huge and luxurious bed, the gauze tent is elegant, the vine is gorgeous, the exquisite painting technology, the high-end design of Ambilight, people feel as if they are in the golden kingdom in the fairy tale, the other end of the bed is all hand-inlaid with the world's top Austrian Swarovski Ceri's makeup mirror, the unique dressing table is placed with the popular cutting-edge of cosmetics from all over the world, like Lan Ji is about 20 years old, with a monthly salary of tens of thousands, A rich lady who spends a lot of pocket money from her family every month. Wearing Rolex, wearing Zegna, writing in Montblanc, and not seeing having high-end cosmetics as a luxury at all.

Next to the dressing table, also near the window, is a sofa rocking chair, on which Lan Ji lies lazily, picking up the camera while shaking it slightly. Roars, rough faces, cheap clothes, it is impossible for a person who has lived at the bottom of society for a long time to be so frightened.

Who is Purple Radith? Why was Xiang Nan willing to be blackmailed by Ziluo's father, Xiang Nan in the camera is so familiar, have you seen him?

Puzzled, Lan Ji finished smoking a lady's cigarette and habitually opened the script to be broadcast tomorrow. Now during the two sessions of the National People's Congress, all entertainment programs have been stopped, and Lan Ji acts as the host of the venue.

The representatives attending the two sessions came from all walks of life in the city: Xiang Qiushi, Nanbo, Fu Ping......

Xiang Qiushi? In a flash of inspiration, Lan Ji immediately pulled out yesterday's new issue of the evening newspaper from the drawer, and the entire supplement on the first page of the newspaper was full of photos of these corporate giants.

Xiang Qiushi, the CEO of the famous Qiushi Group, has a family property of 10 billion. In the photo, he is very manly. The contours of the face are as angular as a statue that is not delicately carved. A strong face with a broad forehead and thick dark eyebrows. His eyes are powerful and sharp, revealing strong confidence.

She concluded that Sang-nam must be Sang-cho-shi's son.

Not only because few of them have the same surname, but also because they look too similar to each other.

The same angular face, black and white eyes, strong and warm.

Lan Ji closed her eyes proudly, and two rows of thick black false eyelashes hung down, forming two bays of dark sea. The plump and sexy lips sparkle with the seductive sheen of Maybelline lipstick. The corners of his mouth rose and opened up a shallow coquettishness, Xiangnan, I will never let you slip away from me so lightly!

Dad, Dad, why are you drinking again. Zi Luo, who hurried back from her tutor, was thinking about her father, who hadn't eaten dinner yet. As soon as I opened the door, I saw my father lying on the ground, covered in alcohol, babbling and singing my mother's favorite water folk song when she was alive:

How many psalms are there in the writers

Grandpa chanted it into an old ballad

How many stories of heroes are there

Grandma sang it as a lotus fall

Moss climbed up the old gate

Spring and autumn walked across the wind and rain bridge

"Dad, have you drunk too much again? Really, get up, it's so cold on the ground. ”

Ziluo stepped forward and helped her father to get up from the ground.

"Hey, baby daughter is home, Luo, Dad drank a little more today because he was happy, don't blame Dad, don't."

"Dad, it's going to catch a cold like this, you can come up on the sofa first."

"No, I don't. It's here, it's good here. Luo, do you know why Dad is happy today? ”

"I don't know."

"Guess?"

"How would I know?" Ziluo sat on the ground and asked and answered with her father. Only when he is drunk, Dad's chatterbox will be opened, and the father and daughter are usually at home, and they can speak less than ten words a day.

"Because we're going to have money soon, you know. In the future, you don't have to work hard to make money for others, you just have to take care of going to school, and our father will be responsible for all the food, drink, and Lazar. ”

"Dad, you've said these things many times." Ziluo pricked up her mouth happily: "I'll tell you, in the future, Dad cooks, Dad buys vegetables, Dad wants to find a good job to go to work and make money to support the family." As for you, just be honest and be a happy little princess in our family, and live a happy and carefree life from now on, I promise. "Ziluo followed her father's example, outlining the promise of a future life as beautiful as soap bubbles.

"Oh, no, no, this time it's different, Dad really has money to pay off his debts." You Mosheng gestured anxiously with his hands, afraid that his daughter would not believe it.

"Believe, I believe, I know you are the best dad in the world." Anyway, this is also the only relative in this world, Ziluo took out a comb from her schoolbag and gently combed her father's messy hair, which was rarely taken care of. Dad, look, my head is growing again, I'll give you a haircut when I come back from school tomorrow, okay? Aunt Yang next door gave her an electric razor that can cut her father's hair, which is particularly useful.

"Oh," Ziluo didn't notice that her father's eyes darkened for a moment, he knew that Ziluo didn't believe that he would have money to pay off his debts.

Luo'er, it's Dad who is not good, he lied to you too much before, that's why you don't believe Dad. I'm sorry, in the past, because I couldn't pay off the huge loan sharks owed, there were often people in the family who came to collect debts aggressively, and my father would be in a slump, and when I got the money to pay off the debts tomorrow, it would be fine, and from then on, our father and daughter could raise their heads openly and live a normal life.

Without the oppression of the mountain of usury, You Mosheng's heart suddenly relaxed a lot.

Trust me, it's real this time.