I am a rich second generation

"Drip drip!"

Yang Xiaotian was walking on the sidewalk, and there was a rush of horns behind him.

Yang Xiaotian looked back, and saw a white BMW 5 Series driving behind him at a slow speed.

The driver of the BMW sat a fat man with acne and a shaggy beard. Just looking at it made him feel sick.

"Yang Xiaotian, let's see who this is?" The fat man licked his lips, showing a wretched smile.

Yang Xiaotian knew him, a former college classmate named Pan Cai, who opened a furniture factory in his family, with millions of profits every year.

Although people are ugly, there are not a few beauties who have slept with them.

Following Pan Cai's gaze, he saw a beautiful woman sitting on the co-pilot, with a small oval face and two peaks, pure and lovely.

"Fuck, Junjun!" Yang Xiaotian's expression changed drastically, as if the sky had fallen, and he asked, "Junjun, why are you with him?"

Song Wanjun looked disgusted, and without even looking at Yang Xiaotian, said calmly: "Yang Xiaotian, what does it matter to you if I'm with him?"

"Aren't we a couple?"

"I think you have misunderstood the relationship between us. With my looks, would I find a poor boyfriend who delivers the courier?"

A poor word, like a sharp knife, pierced Yang Xiaotian's chest, the pain made him almost breathless.

He originally graduated from the Massachusetts Institute of Technology and had excellent grades during his school years. Before he graduated, he received invitations from many foreign companies.

On the eve of graduation, Yang Xiaotian resolutely chose to return to China for the sake of Song Wanjun, so he did not get his graduation certificate.

Without a degree, coupled with being out of touch with the domestic society, and unable to find a suitable job, he became a courier, earning a salary of three to four thousand a month.

His salary is not enough to do Song Wanjun's hair every month, let alone buy clothes, jewelry, and travel.

"You are a good person, but unfortunately, you are a poor and good person." Song Wanjun said contemptuously.

"Do you like money that much?" Yang Xiaotian questioned.

"Is there anyone who doesn't like money? Only people without money would ask such stupid questions!" Pan Cai sneered, and deliberately patted his BMW steering wheel and the big gold watch in his hand.

It seemed to imply to Yang Xiaotian that even if Yang Xiaotian struggled for a lifetime, he still couldn't afford these things.

"I just like money, as long as someone gives me money, I will do anything!" Anyway, it's all embarrassing, and Song Wanjun doesn't care about anything.

"Including sleeping with you?"

Song Wanjun didn't speak, it was acquiescence.

"Okay! Let me make a price, how much will you pay for a night's sleep?" Yang Xiaotian almost spit out his blood.

I saved money and spent tens of thousands of dollars on you, and I haven't even kissed your mouth. You fucking said that in front of me!

"100 million! Can you get it out?"

"Hehe!" Yang Xiaotian stretched out two fingers, and said in a flash of excitement, "I will give you 200 million!"

"If you can get 200 million, I'll lick your whole body all over, with various poses, you can do whatever you want!" Song Wanjun was also angry and said this with a blushing face.

Yang Xiaotian was momentarily at a loss for words, and froze on the spot, but when Pan Cai heard this, he was very excited, "Yang Xiaotian, if you can get 200 million, fat brother, I'll drink all the water from Yanjiang, I'm so poor! "

"Oh, by the way, there will be a class reunion at the five-star hotel tomorrow." Before leaving, Pan Cai suddenly rolled down the window and said these words.

"What did you tell him? Do you think a person like him is qualified to eat in a five-star hotel?" Song Wanjun sarcastically said.

Yang Xiaotian clenched his fists tightly, but he felt helpless, thinking that I would give up such a generous salary and return to China to be a courier, but ended up in this fate!

At this moment, a black Rolls-Royce stopped on the side of the street, with the window rolled down, a female secretary asked with a smile, "Excuse me, is this Mr. Yang Xiaotian?"

"It's me!" Yang Xiaotian was stunned.

"You have a 500 billion inheritance waiting to be inherited, so please come with us."

It just so happened that Pan Cai and Song Wanjun hadn't left yet. When they saw this scene, they stared at each other, their reactions were even more shocking than Yang Xiaotian's.

500 billion!

Hearing these three words, Yang Xiaotian's first reaction was that they were liars.

"Are all liars so advanced now? They come out in a Rolls-Royce to cheat." Yang Xiaotian looked them up and down.

"Yang Xiaotian, your acting is quite real. You even rented a Rolls-Royce? Are you going to stage a scene where the domineering president saves his lover?" Pan Cai said sarcastically.

Song Wanjun was even more contemptuous, "Yang Xiaotian, in order to save me, you really did everything you can. Do you think I will believe such a superficial trick?"

That's a Rolls-Royce, and it's so expensive that you can buy ten BMW [-] Series.

The most important thing is that they all know that Yang Xiaotian is an orphan. He studied abroad in those years, relying on the work-study program and the support of the dean.

If he really had a rich relative, would he wait until now to recognize his relative?

"How can you believe it?" The beautiful secretary saw the suspicion in Yang Xiaotian's eyes and asked politely.

"Unless you smashed that car." Yang Xiaotian said casually.

If he can really inherit 500 billion, it’s nothing to spend 10,000+ to repair a car. If he can’t inherit 500 billion, it’s not him who smashed the car anyway.

"Smash it! Come on, Yang Xiaotian, I told you to smash it, you'd better smash it to pieces!" In Pan Cai's view, all of this was directed and acted by Yang Xiaotian himself.

So, Pan Cai and Song Wanjun got out of the car, pointed at the brand new BMW [-] Series, and said, "If you dare not smash it, you are my son! Poor!"

Yang Xiaotian shrugged and looked at the beautiful secretary in the Rolls Royce.

"Didn't you hear what Mr. Yang said? Hurry up and smash it!" The beautiful secretary nodded slightly.

As soon as she finished speaking, two strong bodyguards came down from the car, picked up the bricks on the ground, and threw them at the BMW.

Bang bang bang!

At the behest of the beautiful secretary, the two bodyguards smashed without mercy. All the window glass was smashed, and a large piece of the hood was dented.

None of the headlights were good, and the two rearview mirrors were directly broken off, thrown on the ground and crushed.

Gollum!

Yang Xiaotian swallowed hard, it was a BMW five-series, at least it cost 60 yuan, and it would be smashed as soon as it was said.

Yang Xiaotian used the corner of his eye to observe Pan Cai's expression, and was about to run away.

Pan Cai's eyes were protruding, his face was flushed, and he clenched his fists secretly. It could be seen that he was very angry at the moment.

"Yang Xiaotian, if you can't afford it, you can go to jail." Pan Cai resisted the urge to beat Yang Xiaotian violently.

Song Wanjun showed a look of nothing to do with herself, anyway, no matter what happens to Yang Xiaotian, it has nothing to do with her.

Finally, the BMW was smashed beyond recognition, and the beautiful secretary waved her hand to signal the two bodyguards to stop.

"Here, my name is He Qian. This is my business card. No matter how much repair costs are needed, please call me." The beautiful secretary threw a business card out of the car window.

Looking at the furious Pan Cai, He Qian said calmly: "Not convinced? Or I let you smash it back?"