Kicked out of the rich family at the beginning

Ren Qian and the others focused their attention on Xu En.

Who is this "Ah Kao" called?

Ren Wanxuan suddenly had an absurd idea in her mind, but she felt it was impossible. The Ji family has always been an inconspicuous resident of Qingshui Street in her eyes.

She would never introduce her father and grandfather to her classmates and friends, and she was very afraid that Bai Po would use the Ren family's name to act in school.

Until now—

Xu En, who wanted to be friends with everyone in Xiangcheng, stopped in front of Bai Po.

Bai Po, who was looking down at the phone, looked up. She looked at the oversized wooden box in Xu En's hand, "..."

Xu En noticed her gaze, "I'll help you carry it down."

"...No need." Bai Po handed the exquisitely packaged painting to Xu En.

With the other hand, he took the wooden box Xu En was carrying.

When Xu En saw that she was going to carry the wooden box, he smiled. When talking to others, he was always shrewd and kept a distance. At this time, he was as gentle as an uncle next door: "This is a bit..."

Before he finished speaking, someone lifted the wooden box with two fingers.

?

Xu En was silent.

Bai Po turned around and unhurriedly pressed the elevator with his mobile phone.

"You really don't want to go in and take a look?" Xu En didn't give up beside her. He asked his assistant to help him attract guests in the banquet hall.

"No," Bai Po shook her head, she counted the elevator numbers, "There are still people waiting for me downstairs."

It's too late.

Maybe I have to learn from Sister Lin's yin and yang.

"Alright then." Xu En understood the Ji family's personality during this time.

The elevator door opened, and he followed Bai Po to get into the elevator and send her downstairs.

Bai Po blocked him with a wooden box and raised his eyebrows: "There are a lot of guests, so I'll give my uncle a painting instead of me."

Xu En had no choice but to stand by the elevator, watching the elevator numbers jump to the first floor, then looked down at the painting, then turned and walked back.

The three of Ren Qian were still standing at the entrance of the banquet hall.

When Xu En came here, he only paid attention to Bai Po, but now he found Ren Qian, "Mr. Ren?"

He stops to say hello.

Ren Qian came back to his senses, he raised his head abruptly, "Mr. Xu, do you know Ah Shao?"

Xu En said hello and wanted to go in, but Liu Ju was still waiting for him, when he heard Ren Qian say "Ah", he paused and tilted his head, "Who are you?"

"Ah Po is my son-in-law's niece," Ren Qian said with a smile, "I didn't expect you to know her too..."

niece?

Xu En looked at Ren Qian, he just remembered that Bai Jian didn't greet them.

With Xu En, Bai Po has always been very polite, except for people she doesn't like, such as Ji Mulan.

So Xu En didn't bring Ji Mulan out this time.

Xu En glanced at Ren Wanxuan's face with a stiff smile, and then smiled, "Yes, this child, I have persuaded her for a long time that she will not come to this banquet, oh, I haven't told you yet, Ah Jia is Mulan My daughter. How should I put it, apart from one son, this is my only daughter. If you say she won’t come, I can’t do anything about her, so I have to ask her to bring some pastries to her grandfather..."

Think about it.

Xu En showed the painting in his hand again, "This is a painting that Comrade Shao Jun drew for me. If it wasn't for this painting, she wouldn't come here. Haha, I have to be sent back to Jiangjing hang up."

The latter words are not deceiving.

Ji Shaojun is Ji Mulan's elder brother, so the painting he gave to Xu En must be kept well.

There is also the relationship with Bai Jian, let alone be sloppy.

After he finished speaking, he smiled at Ren Qian and continued to walk towards the banquet hall. When passing by several partners, he even raised the painting in his hand and showed it off to them.

At the entrance of the banquet hall, Ren Qian turned around slowly.

Ren Wanxuan was even more struck by lightning.

She has never been interested in Bai Po's origin, nor is she interested in Ji Shaorong's other younger sister. Now tell her... Bai Po has something to do with the Xu family?

She didn't know much about the Xu family, except that he was the founder of Xinda, but from the fact that everyone in Beicheng came tonight, she could know how extensive the Xu family's network was.

In particular, she also witnessed the scene where Ren Qian and Chen Gang were marginalized at this banquet...

"What's the matter?" Chen Zhu re-entered the banquet hall, the drink in his hand hadn't moved for a long time, Chen Gang lowered his head and asked him.

Chen Zhu came back to his senses, he remembered that Ren Wanxuan was going to post an invitation to Bai Po that day, "I, we just saw Bai Po outside."

Speaking of which.

Chen Zhu looked at Ji Mulan who was at ease at the banquet again.

If you look closely, Ji Mulan's eyebrows and eyes are really similar to Bai Po's. Is she actually Bai Po's mother?

No wonder, no wonder Bai Jia has never seemed to care about the Ren family.

If Bai Po was from the Xu family, it wouldn't be so strange.

"But her surname is not Xu." Ren Wanxuan looked at the people present, she lowered her voice, not knowing what expression and emotion to use.

After listening to it, Chen Gang finally understood, "She is lucky, as long as Mr. Xu admits her, as for the surname... Xu's family is well-established in Jiangjing, and it is not easy for her to change her surname. This Ji Mulan... ...She is not simple."

Beside, Ren Qian nodded.

**

Xiangcheng Prison.

After finishing his work, Zhang Shize returned to his room, took out a pen and exercises from the bedside, and started to do his homework.

Prison rooms are small, and four people live in one room.

Next door to him is a vicious bald head.

Zhang Shize had just turned a page of the book when the bald man who came out of the bathroom threw away the towel with a snap, grabbed Zhang Shize's hair, and thumped his stomach, "I asked you to thump my back, didn't you listen?" arrive?"

The bald head is the "boss" here, and no one else dares to touch him.

Every night and morning, I wash my face with a bald head.

The remaining two people in the room huddled on the bed and pretended not to see this scene.

Zhang Shize coughed, then put down his pen, turned over and locked the bald head's neck with both hands!

"boom--"

The two fell to the ground together. The bald head had great strength, but after the naked twist was formed, no matter how strong he was, he couldn't shake it off. The bald head's face gradually turned red.

"Snapped--"

The two slammed into the iron gate together.

The movement here finally alarmed the prison guards.

"Wow--"

The door is opened.

Zhang Shize let go of his hands and squatted aside.

The prison guard glanced around with the electric baton, "No. 0147, No. 1108, what are you two doing?!"

With his bald head covering his neck, he raised his head and was about to speak.

Zhang Shize raised his head first, he glanced at the bald head first, and then suddenly retracted his gaze, "I, I don't know, I, I have been doing my homework."

After so many days, the prison guards here know Zhang Shize very well. He is a small reform prisoner who always carries a vocabulary book and memorizes vocabulary everywhere, and studies hard.

It is not a day or two to be beaten by No. 0147.

Others dare not say anything about being beaten by No. 0147, because after No. 0147 comes out, they will be beaten even worse.

Zhang Shize was the first to say it.

"No. 0147 is causing trouble again! Take it away!" The prison guards took electric batons and took No. 0147 to a small black room, where they were locked up for three days.

The bald head looked at Zhang Shize in disbelief. He wanted to say something, but he was shocked.

After the door was closed.

Zhang Shize spit out a mouthful of bloody saliva expressionlessly, returned to his bed, and picked up his pen.

The other two trembled even more and dared not speak.

Zhang Shize turned another page of the book, this time no one disturbed him.

Question Jiang Ge, understand Jiang Ge, become Jiang Ge.

**

Sunday.

Bai Po arrived at the Book Association very early. Compared with the first time, it was much more lively to come here today.

Lu Xiaohan is recording a video for that Grandpa Tao.

From a distance, Bai Po could hear Lu Xiaohan's voice: "Grandpa, what do you usually do, what do you do now, we just need to record an introduction."

Bai Ke didn't bother, and just stood aside and watched quietly.

There are many onlookers nearby.

Lu Xiaohan asked Bai Po to light up again. Bai Po is not very proficient in these things, but fortunately, she has a strong ability to infer other things from one instance, and Lu Xiaohan gave good guidance, and the two of them cooperated well.

It took Lu Xiaohan an hour to finish recording a scene, and then sat on the side to watch her recorded clips with Grandpa Tao.

Seeing that there was nothing to do with her, Bai Po went to the Book Association.

This Sunday, there are more students than usual at the Book Association.

"By the way, sister," Jian Zhe looked at Qiu Xuezheng who was teaching children, and suddenly remembered something, "We need to sign up for the Book Association assessment in December this year, shall we sign up?"

The higher the level, the higher the funds issued by the headquarters.

Most of the funds this year belonged to Jiang Fuli himself.

Bai Po hardly thought about it, and replied directly: "Sign up."

"Okay." Jian Zhe wrote this matter down, "Recently, many people went to the next door, and they seemed to want to buy the house in the martial arts gym next door, but they were all kicked out."

Ordinary residents have not heard the news.

But some businessmen have long known that Xiangcheng will engage in tourism and develop a large area.

The martial arts hall occupies such a large area, it is a big piece of fat, and many people are staring at it.

Because Bai Po was very concerned about the affairs of the martial arts school next door, Jian Zhe went to inquire about the affairs of the next door when he had nothing to do.

Bai Po nodded, and suddenly remembered something, she turned her head to look at him, and raised her eyebrows: "So how is your calligraphy practice?"

Jian Zhe: "..."

He silently returned to the table and wrote the word "Yong".

The strength is very strong, after Jian Zhe finished writing, he couldn't help admiring it for a long time.

"You take it down." Bai Ke walked over slowly, looked down for a while, and then made a sound.

Jian Zhe took off the iridium and wrote again.

This time he wants to be more fluent. This month Jian Zhe can clearly feel his progress. Qiu Xuezheng's guidance to him is of little significance, but every time Bai Po and Jiang Fuli can clearly point out his problems.

Especially Jiang Fuli, every time Jian Zhe said a word, he began to doubt life.

The effect is remarkable.

"Not bad." Bai Po commented, affirming his level.

Jian Zhe dried the ink, and a message was displayed on the phone——

[Jian Rong's Appreciation Banquet, are you really not coming back? 】

Jian Zhe: [No time. 】

--【good. 】

Jian's family is just a routine notice to Jian Zhe, it doesn't matter if he comes back or not.

It's not bad if they can remember that Jian Zhe is still there.

Jian Zhe was not surprised by this.

"Sister Po!" Lu Xiaohan finally finished re-recording all the videos, and came in now. When she walked to the door of the calligraphy practice room, she looked at a bunch of children and lowered her voice, "Dean Jian sent another message."

"Dean Jian?" Not far away, Jian Zhe, who was stacking his own words, was a little sensitive to the name "Jane".

He subconsciously looked up.