The national goddess she overturned

Chapter 1053 The Poor Boy Becomes Rich Young Master 2
Such a big villa is as big as her home, and it is so empty that echoes can be heard, as if no one comes to it, and it is deserted everywhere.

Jiang Ting took a set of tea sets to the kitchen to iron it, made a pot of fragrant tea, walked out with it, put it on the glass coffee table, and stared at her with dark eyes, "Are you hungry? I'll cook."

"Wait a minute...Jiang Ting, do you have anything to explain to me?"

Song Mei felt that all this was simply too unreal.

In her impression, Jiang Ting has always been a frugal and simple man, a working-class man who lives in a high-rise complex with a clean home.

Why did the poor boy turn into a rich young master after waking up?
She suddenly remembered that the night before yesterday she was worried about getting the world's most expensive supercar dirty, but Jiang Ting said calmly that it was okay.

Could it be that the car really belonged to him?
"Explain what?" Jiang Ting poured a cup of tea, put it by her hand, and sat down on the well-crafted European-style sofa.

His natural movements undoubtedly showed his master's demeanor.

"You... Didn't you say that you are a poor boy?" Song Mei spoke weakly, her almond-shaped eyes quietly surveying the surrounding decorations.

The location here is good, the scenery is beautiful, and a villa with such a large area is conservatively estimated to be upwards of one billion yuan.

Moreover, judging from his tone, it seems that there is more than one villa under his name.

How could an agent who was fed by the state with such a low salary be able to afford such a big house?
Jiang Ting held the steaming porcelain cup, stared at the green tea, raised his eyebrows, "I look...poor?"

"That's not what I meant..." Song Mei sat down on the sofa next to him, her legs were habitually folded together, and she asked cautiously, "Aside from being an agent, what other identity do you have?"

His slender fingers lightly tapped the porcelain cup, and the man looked at her amusedly, "Why do you ask this?"

Song Mei touched her face, her eyes rolled, and she found her confidence, "I am your future wife, so I have the right to know about you, right? Speaking of which, I only know that you are the trump card next to the president. I don’t know anything about those who graduated from the bureau, and others, but you know all my details, it’s so unfair!”

Jiang Ting smiled lowly, took a sip of tea, and leaned lazily on the back of the sofa, "What do you want to know?"

Song Mei thought for a while, "When did you buy this house?"

"I can't remember what happened a few years ago." Jiang Ting replied casually.

Seeing her dissatisfied eyes, Jiang Ting coughed lightly, and said seriously, "About six years ago."

"You were a child at that time, right? So rich?" Song Mei's voice was muffled, feeling cheated.

Jiang Ting's dark eyes sparkled with a faint smile, "I'm just an agent. If I have to add another layer of identity, maybe it's... the second generation of authority?"

Power and money are brought with him from birth. He doesn't feel that he is different from ordinary people. He is just an ordinary person who strives for his ideals and aspirations.

The only difference is probably that the house is a little bigger.

"Second Generation Quan?" Song Mei slowly opened her eyes wide.

In this society, the second generation of power is indirectly equal to the combination of the second generation of rich and the second generation of officials. They have more privileges and conveniences than ordinary people, but it is far more than that.

"Then your family background should be very good?" Song Mei curled her lips, "What are your parents' identities? Can you tell me?"

(End of this chapter)