Chapter 861 The vicious Wang Jia
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Zhui Zhu Meng Xiang De Zhu
Tianhe Yipin in the south of the city is a super high-end community just developed this year in the provincial capital.
The developer of this community is Hengda Real Estate, which has gained a strong reputation in the provincial capital recently.
In a corner of the residential parking lot, a large imported Hummer was parked.
In the car, Wang Xiaolu was getting dressed. Even though it was winter, she still had a layer of sweat on her head.
While putting on his clothes, he pushed the man's chest with his slender fingers and said coquettishly.
"In such a hurry, you won't be afraid of giving me a cold in this cold weather."
Sitting next to her was a young man in his 30s wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"Haha, that's not what you said just now."
"My dear, we have been together for more than half a year. When are you going to take me back to meet my parents?"
Wang Xiaolu leaned on Wang Jia's chest and said sweetly.
"Take it easy for now. You know, the old man in my family is very rigid. He will find it difficult to accept your status as a cultural troupe for a while. Let me do more ideological work."
Wang Jia lowered the car window, lit a cigarette and said casually.
An imperceptible gloom flashed across Wang Xiaolu's face. She had mentioned meeting Wang Jia's parents many times. After all, Wang Jia was not married yet and was a typical golden bachelor.
There are countless women out there who want to hook up with this kind of person. She doesn’t care how many daughters Wang Jia has, but she wants to rise to the top and become the real one.
But Wang Jia would refuse every time, saying something about her identity, which made Wang Xiaolu feel very insecure.
After all, she is also the courtesan of the art troupe, but there are many big bosses or rich second-generation people who want to marry her, and she is not willing to just be someone else's underground lover.
Watching Wang Jia smoking, Wang Xiaolu also became addicted to cigarettes. She took out a box of women's cigarettes from her jacket pocket, lit them, and looked out the window.
I have to say that this woman Wang Xiaolu is really beautiful, and her smoking action also has a unique charm. Wang Jia felt itchy when she saw it, and she hugged Wang Xiaolu onto her lap.
Wang Xiaolu just rolled her eyes at her, and the thoughts in her mind had already flown thousands of miles away, focusing entirely on another man.
The man's name was Bruce, he was humorous, young and rich, and he was the venture capital director of a financial company on Hua Er Street.
What's more important is that Bruce fell under her pomegranate skirt as soon as he saw her and launched a crazy pursuit of her.
According to what the other party said, the other party's annual salary plus dividends is probably several million US dollars. Although the financial resources are not as good as Wang Jia's, the other party promised to marry her, take her to Yingjiang, and give her Yingjiang identity. .
If she could become Wang Jia's wife, it would be great to be the young mistress of a wealthy family.
But if she couldn't become a wealthy young lady, Wang Xiaolu would choose the latter without hesitation in front of Wang Jia's lover and Bruce's wife.
After all, a woman will eventually become old and lose her lust, and she must also provide herself with insurance.
Moreover, Bruce tried every means to please her, while she tried every possible means to please Wang Jia. The gap was naturally self-evident.
"You go back first, I'll go see the old man."
Wang Jia said calmly, as if talking to trash.
"Um……"
Wang Xiaolu smiled bitterly, sighed and got out of the car.
The moment she walked out of the parking lot, she couldn't help but shiver as the howling cold wind came out.
But at this moment, her heart was colder than the weather in northern Shanxi!
Wang Jia's unfamiliar eyes showed that he had no status at all in his heart.
"I can't hang from a tree."
Wang Xiaolu's eyes gradually became firm, and Bruce couldn't help but appear in her mind.
Wang Jia got off the car and found a apartment for himself in Tianhe Yipin Community, where his father Wang Tianming usually lived.
He walked into the small courtyard. Wang Tianming was watering a potted plant in the garden.
"Dad, it's such a cold day, why don't you stay indoors for a while?"
Wang Jia hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"This thing called a down jacket you bought for me is warm and not cold at all."
Wang Tianming smiled and gestured to the clothes on his body.
"It's made by Eagle Sauce. It's made of velvet inside and is very warm."
"If you like it, I'll ask my friend to help buy more."
Wang Jia took the watering can in his hand and helped water the potted plants.
"Knowing that you were coming today, I asked your Aunt Sun to make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."
Wang Tianming looked at Wang Jia with eyes full of doting.
When I was young, due to work reasons, I divorced my ex-wife and found a new partner.
As a result, there were no heirs left after all these years, which made him very regretful.
What he didn't expect was that after so many years, his biological son would come back from Yingjiang and recognize him as his father.
This made Wang Tianming feel that he had no regrets in this life.
The father and son walked all the way to the living room and sat down.
"Xiaojia, there is something wrong with the rumors outside. Please be low-key when doing things."
Wang Tianming helped his son make tea.
"Dad, don't worry, my son knows it well. You are retired now. The most important thing is to enjoy life. Don't worry about other things."
Wang Jia responded with a smile and didn't take it to heart at all.
"What you did with Yue Hao's daughter is too obvious. That person is known for his revenge. You should be careful."
Wang Tianming sighed.
"Dad, that bastard caused you to retire early. Not only will I punish his daughter, I will also kill him!"
Wang Jia's eyes showed a bit of ferocity.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses on weekdays, Wang Jia looks gentle and polite, but at this moment, there is something ferocious about this person.
"This incident is not entirely the fault of that boy. The relationship inside is very complicated. He is just a young boy, and he is not qualified to influence me."
"But don't worry, Xiaojia, although I have retired, I can still provide you with some resources after all these years."
Wang Tianming Shrine is a bit sad.
The developer of this community is Hengda Real Estate, which has gained a strong reputation in the provincial capital recently.
In a corner of the residential parking lot, a large imported Hummer was parked.
In the car, Wang Xiaolu was getting dressed. Even though it was winter, she still had a layer of sweat on her head.
While putting on his clothes, he pushed the man's chest with his slender fingers and said coquettishly.
"In such a hurry, you won't be afraid of giving me a cold in this cold weather."
Sitting next to her was a young man in his 30s wearing gold-rimmed glasses.
"Haha, that's not what you said just now."
"My dear, we have been together for more than half a year. When are you going to take me back to meet my parents?"
Wang Xiaolu leaned on Wang Jia's chest and said sweetly.
"Take it easy for now. You know, the old man in my family is very rigid. He will find it difficult to accept your status as a cultural troupe for a while. Let me do more ideological work."
Wang Jia lowered the car window, lit a cigarette and said casually.
An imperceptible gloom flashed across Wang Xiaolu's face. She had mentioned meeting Wang Jia's parents many times. After all, Wang Jia was not married yet and was a typical golden bachelor.
There are countless women out there who want to hook up with this kind of person. She doesn’t care how many daughters Wang Jia has, but she wants to rise to the top and become the real one.
But Wang Jia would refuse every time, saying something about her identity, which made Wang Xiaolu feel very insecure.
After all, she is also the courtesan of the art troupe, but there are many big bosses or rich second-generation people who want to marry her, and she is not willing to just be someone else's underground lover.
Watching Wang Jia smoking, Wang Xiaolu also became addicted to cigarettes. She took out a box of women's cigarettes from her jacket pocket, lit them, and looked out the window.
I have to say that this woman Wang Xiaolu is really beautiful, and her smoking action also has a unique charm. Wang Jia felt itchy when she saw it, and she hugged Wang Xiaolu onto her lap.
Wang Xiaolu just rolled her eyes at her, and the thoughts in her mind had already flown thousands of miles away, focusing entirely on another man.
The man's name was Bruce, he was humorous, young and rich, and he was the venture capital director of a financial company on Hua Er Street.
What's more important is that Bruce fell under her pomegranate skirt as soon as he saw her and launched a crazy pursuit of her.
According to what the other party said, the other party's annual salary plus dividends is probably several million US dollars. Although the financial resources are not as good as Wang Jia's, the other party promised to marry her, take her to Yingjiang, and give her Yingjiang identity. .
If she could become Wang Jia's wife, it would be great to be the young mistress of a wealthy family.
But if she couldn't become a wealthy young lady, Wang Xiaolu would choose the latter without hesitation in front of Wang Jia's lover and Bruce's wife.
After all, a woman will eventually become old and lose her lust, and she must also provide herself with insurance.
Moreover, Bruce tried every means to please her, while she tried every possible means to please Wang Jia. The gap was naturally self-evident.
"You go back first, I'll go see the old man."
Wang Jia said calmly, as if talking to trash.
"Um……"
Wang Xiaolu smiled bitterly, sighed and got out of the car.
The moment she walked out of the parking lot, she couldn't help but shiver as the howling cold wind came out.
But at this moment, her heart was colder than the weather in northern Shanxi!
Wang Jia's unfamiliar eyes showed that he had no status at all in his heart.
"I can't hang from a tree."
Wang Xiaolu's eyes gradually became firm, and Bruce couldn't help but appear in her mind.
Wang Jia got off the car and found a apartment for himself in Tianhe Yipin Community, where his father Wang Tianming usually lived.
He walked into the small courtyard. Wang Tianming was watering a potted plant in the garden.
"Dad, it's such a cold day, why don't you stay indoors for a while?"
Wang Jia hurriedly stepped forward and said.
"This thing called a down jacket you bought for me is warm and not cold at all."
Wang Tianming smiled and gestured to the clothes on his body.
"It's made by Eagle Sauce. It's made of velvet inside and is very warm."
"If you like it, I'll ask my friend to help buy more."
Wang Jia took the watering can in his hand and helped water the potted plants.
"Knowing that you were coming today, I asked your Aunt Sun to make your favorite sweet and sour pork ribs."
Wang Tianming looked at Wang Jia with eyes full of doting.
When I was young, due to work reasons, I divorced my ex-wife and found a new partner.
As a result, there were no heirs left after all these years, which made him very regretful.
What he didn't expect was that after so many years, his biological son would come back from Yingjiang and recognize him as his father.
This made Wang Tianming feel that he had no regrets in this life.
The father and son walked all the way to the living room and sat down.
"Xiaojia, there is something wrong with the rumors outside. Please be low-key when doing things."
Wang Tianming helped his son make tea.
"Dad, don't worry, my son knows it well. You are retired now. The most important thing is to enjoy life. Don't worry about other things."
Wang Jia responded with a smile and didn't take it to heart at all.
"What you did with Yue Hao's daughter is too obvious. That person is known for his revenge. You should be careful."
Wang Tianming sighed.
"Dad, that bastard caused you to retire early. Not only will I punish his daughter, I will also kill him!"
Wang Jia's eyes showed a bit of ferocity.
Wearing gold-rimmed glasses on weekdays, Wang Jia looks gentle and polite, but at this moment, there is something ferocious about this person.
"This incident is not entirely the fault of that boy. The relationship inside is very complicated. He is just a young boy, and he is not qualified to influence me."
"But don't worry, Xiaojia, although I have retired, I can still provide you with some resources after all these years."
Wang Tianming Shrine is a bit sad.
