Refusing to marry a wealthy family: the young mistress fled 99 times

Master Ximen frowned and began to try.

Vic lifted him up immediately and respectfully, and put him on a thicker big soft pillow.

The father and son were really at odds with each other, and the atmosphere in the air was not right when they met, it was icy.

Master Ximen didn't talk much in the first place, and even more so when he saw Ximen Longting.

SUN enlivened the atmosphere: "KING, don't worry, the doctor said that Grandpa's body will recover soon."

"Worried?" Ximen Longting seemed to have heard the jokes about the world, "I'm only worried that he will live too long!"

"..."

"It's a shame to see him waste a few more years of air."

It took Ximen Longting a long time to hold back a sentence, and took out a... Pixiu from his pocket.

The golden Pixiu has its teeth and claws open, with a ferocious face and a seal underneath, which is the imperial seal of the Ximen family.

It was originally owned by Master Ximen, but this time it was handed over to Ximen Longting during the grand ceremony.

After he got the key, he immediately went to the bank to get the imperial seal.

Of course he wants to know if Master Ximen is playing tricks on him...

After obtaining the imperial seal, this has the right to reorganize the 13 Oaks.

Vik's expression changed slightly: "Master, why do you carry the imperial seal with you?"

Losing such a valuable thing is a serious disaster.

The imperial seal is not only a symbol of power - many important organs in 13 oaks are opened by it.

In other words, whoever holds it can control the 13 oaks, and there are many potential forces of the Ximen family...

The corner of Ximen Longting's mouth curled into a sneer: "To me, it's just a troublesome stone."

"..."

"It's too hard to even shine my shoes."

Ximen Longting threw it casually, Huang Xi drew a parabola, and Vic reached out to catch it in time.

Ximen Longting said flatly: "Whoever likes it, take it away."

Now it's not just Vic, even Master Ximen and Jing Jiaren can't figure it out.

Ximen Longting put his hands on the bedside cabinet, and slowly pressed down, staring at Master Ximen.

Father and son may have never been so close...

Usually Master Ximen is surrounded by personal guards, and the closest distance to Ximen Longting cannot exceed three meters.

The combination of two almost similar faces is even more bizarre.

It seems that one is past tense and the other is future tense.

Ximen Longting grabbed Ximen Fenglie's collar: "You think I'm a garbage collection station, you can give me what you don't want? Did you ask me, did you agree?"

"..."

"Master, you don't want the rights of the Ximen family?" Vic couldn't believe it.

Master Ximen defended his life's achievements, but was thrown over by Ximen Longting like garbage.

It turned out that Ximen Longting came this time to return the humiliating slap.

"Again, I don't recycle garbage here." Ximen Longting admired the expression on the face of Master Ximen, and for the first time felt a sense of pleasure.

He's always been overlooked, chosen from the rest.

And now, he's his own master.

"What do you mean, KING doesn't want to be the king?" SUN asked strangely, "Or is KING reluctant to let the old stubborn grandpa have no rights? So you want to give it back to him?"

"..."

"SUN can give him SUN's! Anyway, it's useless for SUN to keep it!" SUN said anxiously.

"Stop talking too much, stand aside." Ximen Longting said bluntly, "Which round will you speak?"