Stepping into the main building, Qin Ye looked around quietly.

Secretly staggered.

I have long heard that the wealth of the Jun family is amazing, but in the end, I have only heard of it, and I can see it with my own eyes at the moment, but I only feel that the rumors I have heard before are not as good as what I see in front of me.

The walls are full of world-famous paintings that are more than eight figures.

Even a small teacup on the table is exquisite, and it can only be seen at auction.

Wealth is equal to power.

At this moment, Qin Ye didn't know whether becoming Jun Er Shao would be a blessing or a curse for her.

"Second young master, young master is waiting for you in the study......"

Uncle Tong's prompt sounded in his ears, Qin Ye raised his eyes to look towards the second floor, and saw the tall figure by the window.

Standing tall and tall.

It is like a towering mountain, revealing infinite deterrent power.

There is no escape.

With a slight bow, Qin Ye followed Uncle Tong upstairs.

"Enter."

There was a knock on the door, and a cold voice came from the study.

Uncle Tong opened the door, looked back at Qin Ye, and signaled that he could go in.

There was a thick carpet under his feet, and he couldn't hear a sound all the way away.

The black and gray tones in the study, as well as the shadow cast by the man by the window on the carpet, make the oppression in the room particularly obvious.

The study door closed, and the room was quieter.

Qin Ye raised his eyes to look at the man in front of him, and his heart thumped.

I have to admit that God seems to be very fond of the man in front of him.

Three-dimensional faces, deep eyes, and proportions are almost perfect.

These are enough to make people envious and jealous, but on the contrary, he still has a great family background.

Not to mention, the monstrous power he holds in his hands.

It is no exaggeration to say that as long as Jun Moting is willing, he can decide the fate of everyone in Yun'an City with his fingers.

And he's only 25 years old this year.

Even those young people from wealthy families in Yun'an City will enter the family business as soon as they graduate from college, and it will take a few years, or even more than ten years, to really stand alone.

And Jun Moting, with his current status, is really a little incredible.

Thinking wildly, Qin Ye's thoughts were interrupted by a cold voice.

"Eat it."

A white paper appeared in front of him, and on the white paper, there were black granule pills, rich and deep like the color of the gate of the underworld.

It makes people palpitate.

Qin Ye frowned, "What for?" ”

The man's eyes were cold and arrogant, only staring at Qin Ye, silent.

At that moment, Qin Ye felt as if she was being targeted by a fierce beast in the shadows.

It was as if in the next moment, the beast would pounce and bite her all.

Hair stands upside down.

Chills in the neck.

"Second young master, you still eat obediently."

Uncle Tong spoke at the right time, "After taking this medicine, you will never think about the unpleasant things in the past." Starting today, you are Jun Ershao. ”

What awaits you is a monstrous amount of wealth.

In the second half of the sentence, Uncle Tong didn't say it.

But Qin Ye understood.

Looking up, the man's eagle eyes were cold, as if Qin Ye's question seemed so redundant, and his patience was about to run out.

Qin Ye's heart couldn't help but tremble.

Forget the past, are you willing to be the second young man?

If you were someone else, you might eat it without hesitation, right?

But she couldn't!

After taking that medicine, didn't she forget her hatred and resentment?

Die once, she can't die in vain!

"Sorry......"

Meeting Jun Moting's cold eyes, Qin Ye spoke: "You can choose someone else." ”

"Let me be a blank slate, I'd rather die!"

Almost as Qin Ye's words fell, the air pressure in the study dropped by a few degrees.

Qin Ye felt that there was a terrifying cold wind sweeping from all directions.

The feeling of palpitations reappeared.

"Want to die? Fulfill you! ”

The man's anger is vividly reflected in just one sentence.

"Uncle Tong......"

Before the order could be ordered, the next moment, Jun Moting's mobile phone rang.