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MTL - After the Fake Daughter Awakened, She Won the Real Daughter.-Chapter 5 Whose idea
Chapter 5 Whose idea
Yan Jun knew that this person would not believe it.
People, if you don’t listen to good people, you will suffer the consequences before your eyes.
Yan Jun sighed, "I didn't want to say it originally, but it was you who forced me to do it. At the age of seven, Actor Yu followed his adoptive mother's mother's hometown and followed the children in the village to climb a tree and retrieve bird eggs. But he accidentally fell from the tree. There is a sharp stone at the bottom of the tree."
Yu Zijun's face changed drastically, "You are not allowed to say anything."
Yan Jun: “So, you still have scars on your buttocks.”
Yu Zijun's face is no longer black, it has turned green and angry.
Yu Zijun: "Let's get in the car and find a place to talk. This place is not suitable for talking."
Don't think he didn't see it. His assistant, the girl next to Yan Jun, and the two security guards at the door all overheard and are all suppressing laughter now.
Yan Jun nodded, "Okay."
Then Yu Zijun took Yan Jun and Jiang Li back to his studio.
Yu Zijun invited Yan Jun into his office, and Jiang Li was handed over to his assistant to take him around.
Yu Zijun and Yan Jun sat opposite each other.
Yu Zijun: "Even the little friend who watched me fall from the tree didn't know about the scar on my butt. If you can tell me accurately, then I naturally believe that you are genuine. I really am not My parents’ biological children?”
Yan Jun: "Of course it's not your biological parents. Your biological parents have been looking for you for a long time after you were abducted."
Yu Zijun: "Are they okay now?"
Yan Jun: "No, he has been dead for a long time. They accidentally learned about you, and two people drove to find you, but there was a car accident on the road and they both died."
After Yan Jun finished speaking, there was silence for a while.
Yu Zijun even lowered his head. He was hurt in his heart and soon shed tears, crying silently by himself.
After a while, Yan Juncai said: "My condolences."
Yu Zijun raised his head and said, "Do you have low emotional intelligence? Even if you don't comfort me at this time, you can at least bring me some tissues to wipe my tears."
Um? Isn't it comfort to express condolences and accept change?
Then Yu Zijun saw Yan Jun pull out a few pieces of paper and put them in front of him.
Yan Jun: “Here you go.”
Yu Zijun:…
It took a long time for Yu Zijun to calm down.
Yu Zijun stared at Yan Jun, "Since you can figure out that I was adopted by my parents after being trafficked. Then do you know who my biological parents are? Are my grandparents still there?"
Yan Jun leaned back and leaned on the back of his chair, "I only give free fortune telling to those who are destined to do so, and I just told you about the free fortune at the film and television base."
He knew that there was no free lunch in the world. This man came to him to tell his fortune for no reason. He must still want money.
Jiang Li went shopping in a nearby mall for more than two hours. When she came back, Yan Jun and Yu Zijun had almost finished talking.
It was Yu Zijun's assistant who drove the two of them back.
Yan Jun and Jiang Li returned to the door and were about to enter the house.
Yan Jun: “Are you ready?”
Jiang Li: "What are you preparing for?"
Yan Jun: "The storm is coming."
Sure enough, as soon as the two of them entered the room, the middle-aged man sitting in the middle of the hall raised the teacup in his hand.
Yan Jun stood still, but Jiang Li continued to move forward without realizing it.
“Bang!”
The tea cup was smashed in front of Jiang Li's toes, and the tea in the cup was spilled everywhere.
“Jiang Li, I specially held a marriage recognition banquet for you, but what did you two do to me?”
“He also asked the servants at home to go to the public and say that he was a fake daughter, but the real daughter was locked up and no one was allowed to attend the banquet.”
“Which one of you came up with this idea?”
(End of this chapter)