Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

"Exactly the same?" Mr. Mei asked curiously.

"Yes, exactly the same." Yang Nairu nodded.

"Are you afraid of trouble?" Mr. Mei smiled.

Since Duanmu Baolian learned that her father was not dead at all from Mr. Mei, she had let go of her original knot, and immediately couldn't help but pouted and asked: "Could it be that my father also did it?" What kind of second-hand things have you ever had?"

"If you use your standards, your father has definitely done a lot of sloppy things." Yang Nairu suddenly felt a lot better when he heard the words, um... maybe when these people met someone who didn't follow the rules, Duanmu Baolian, they are all a bunch of bastards.

"Come on, fat uncle, tell me, what kind of bastard things did my father do?" Duanmu Baolian asked with a smile.

"Girl, I told you, can you promise fat uncle one thing?" Yang Nairu asked.

"I know, I'm going to Hong Kong City soon, I'm going to Hong Kong City to participate in the jewelry exhibition." Duanmu Baolian squinted her big eyes and said with a cheerful smile, "I'll play until school starts—but , sign up or something, uncle will have to deal with it for me then."

Yang Nairu was dumbfounded, and it took him a while to come back to his senses, and asked, "You know?"

"I'm not stupid!" Duanmu Baolian laughed.

"Okay!" Yang Nairu nodded, these people, who is stupid?Those who treat others as fools are fools themselves.

"Come, come, tell me quickly, what kind of bastard things my father has done, and when I see him in the future, I must despise him severely." Duanmu Baolian just thought of it, he actually lied to herself and hurt herself So sad, doesn't he know that she has a deep Electra plot?Hmph... hum!

"Okay, let's talk about his last thing." Yang Nairu sat down on the sofa, stretching out his big belly.

Mr. Mei shook his head and said, "Paulian, I'll go downstairs to have a look and help you bring things up, you guys talk."

"En!" Duanmu Baolian nodded, and looked at Yang Nairu with a smile.

"Do you know why Zhang Fengzhen dares to covet your family's house savings and is so righteous?" Yang Nairu asked.

Duanmu Baolian was stunned, Zhang Fengzhen dared to do this, she was nothing more than bullying a weak woman, she was helpless in Jinling City, and there was no one at home, as for her confusing right and wrong, black and white, she couldn't do anything about it, after all— ——The mouth grows on her body, if she wants to talk nonsense like this, can she still sew her mouth shut?

Even Duanmu Baolian felt that arguing with her was really a waste of time, and the quarrel would not make a name for herself, and she would make herself angry.

"Because the name of that house deposit is not your father Duanmuze." Yang Nairu smiled nervously. He could imagine that when Chen Bozhi wanted to embezzle the money, he suddenly found that neither the deposit nor the real estate certificate was Duanmuze. How ecstatic it would be.

If both the real estate certificate and the deposit are Duanmuze, then there is no doubt that Duanmu Baolian is the direct heir. No matter how dissatisfied she is, it is not so easy for him to embezzle her. However, if it is not Duanmuze, but A stranger who doesn't know who it is, then everything becomes much simpler.

Last time, Duanmu Baolian heard Wuye Sun and Yang Nairu talk about it once, and this time he heard him bring up the old story again, Duanmu Baolian was very curious, who was written on his father's real estate certificate?