My Empress is My Bad Girl

Wan Moli's expression changed.

She didn't care about the smell of the house, so she rushed towards Zhao Yuanjing with a pale face and grabbed Zhao Yuanjing, "Zhao Xiaojing, what your mother said is true? The old man transferred the house to you?"

Zhao Yuanjing left her without hesitation, and said coldly, "Don't touch me."

Wan Moli was wearing high heels and staggered into the table.

This junior was so rude to her elders, it was the first time she saw him.

But now she can't take care of this.

She immediately stood up and stared at Wanhua, with a sharp and piercing voice: "Big Brother! Do you know this?!"

Wanhua was a little confused, and shook his head subconsciously: "I, I don't know. Xiaomei, what is going on? How could Dad transfer the house to Xiaojing?"

Wan Mei blurted out in sorrow and anger just now, and now she felt a little regretful in her heart.

However, even if she didn't say it, the matter could not be prevaricated.

Although the old man's house is old, it has a good location, a large area, and is worth a lot of money.

The siblings were all worried.

Especially the two sons and daughters of Wanhua who gnawed at the old.

The son wants money to buy a car, and the daughter wants to buy clothes and bags for cosmetics.

Wan Mei knew this, but she didn't expect that it was Wan Jasmine who had the strongest reaction now.

Of the three brothers and sisters, she had the best life. The man is a nouveau riche and very rich.

She was also worried about the old man's house, which was unexpected to Wan Mei.

Li Chunliu stood up and stared at Wan Mei: "Sister, why don't I and your elder brother know anything about this? When did the old man transfer the house?"

"I don't know. I have looked at the property book for several months." Wan Mei did not know it.

To transfer the ownership, you must be present in person.

The old man is dead, and now the only insider is Zhao Xiaojing.

But Zhao Xiaojing?

Zhao Yuanjing stood aside without regard to himself, with a cold expression on his face.

It has nothing to do with him.

He has to go to class.

No one can stop him from attending class.

He glanced at the phone, and there was a message from Yundai.

He opened it hurriedly.

"Zhao Yuanjing, wait for me at the school gate after school in the afternoon. I will give you the notes."

Thinking of seeing Yun Dai again, Zhao Yuanjing's mood instantly became happy.

The indifference on his face also melted a little.

Wan Hua asked him, "Xiao Jing, tell everyone, when did your grandfather take you to the transfer?"

"A few months ago." Zhao Yuanjing calculated based on the date on the real estate certificate.

If it were not for the joy of seeing Yun Dai, he probably wouldn't have the patience to answer these.

Wanhua stretched out his hand: "Sister, take out the real estate certificate."

"I put it away." Wan Mei knew what the eldest brother had made, and she was rarely hard-hearted. "Big brother, this house belongs to Dad. Whoever Dad wants to give it to. Xiaojing's things, I am a mother. I can't take it either."

"What is he alone?" Wan Moli, like a hen with fried hair, rushed over and pointed at her, "The old man has long been confused. You must have coaxed him to transfer the house! You are a liar!"

Wan Mei said angrily: "Sister, why do you say that? Dad loved Xiaojing the most during his lifetime, don't you know?"

Wan Moli was not reconciled: "Zhao Xiaojing is a small bastard, what does he want a house for?"

"Nonsense!" Wan Mei was furious. "Sister, don't you show off your wealth every day? You live in a villa and drive a luxury car. Why do you still miss Dad's little house?"