The Beautiful President Loves Me Alone

Zhang Yuzhen and Su Weixin stared at the door card in shock, their eyes straight.

"Why do you have a villa there?"

This is impossible!

Jiangshui Dynasty is the most luxurious villa area in Jiangshui City.

Not to mention that ordinary people can't afford it, even the rich and rich can't buy it.

Those who can live there must not only have money, but also have power and connections.

"Didn't Yan Jinsong's villa have been forcibly recovered for a long time?"

Zhang Yuzhen shook her head in disbelief: "It was auctioned off by the court a few years ago..."

Even if you want to buy it again, it will cost at least hundreds of millions.

How could Xu Tian have so much money?

Zhang Yuzhen knew that the company Yan Qingxue worked for was a small third-tier clothing company, and its annual revenue was only over one million, which was similar to their family's.

Even if the company belonged to Xu Tian, ​​he couldn't afford the Jiangshui Dynasty, not to mention that when Xu Tian said that his eldest brother was the boss of the company, he didn't have much cash on hand.

Su Xiuya and Yan Jinsong looked at the door card on the table and were too shocked to speak.

Although they planned to move to Xu Tian's empty house, no one thought that this so-called empty house would be No. 88 of Jiangshui Dynasty!

What a coincidence!

Moreover, for such a luxurious villa, Xu Tian only charged 1,500 yuan and could not rent it out. This was simply a fantasy.

Yan Qingxue was stunned for a moment when she saw the door card.

Afterwards, she stared at Xu Tian with a complicated expression, with mixed feelings in her heart.

"Auntie, your house is too small, and it's really crowded with five people. I'm worried that my godfather and godmother are not used to it." Xu Tian looked at Zhang Yuzhen's face with anger, and smiled lightly: "So let them move Come to my side, and you won't have to worry about it in the future."

These words are tantamount to saying that the house that Zhang Yuzhen refuses to let go of, is not worth fighting for for the Yan Jinsong family.

And Zhang Yuzhen thought that Yan Jinsong's family was desperate to stay in their own home, which was ridiculous.

With such a rich godson, who can give away the villa of the Jiangshui Dynasty at will, who would want the two-story villa of Zhang Yuzhen's house!

Zhang Yuzhen's complaints and slanders just now were like loud slaps after another, but these slaps were all slapped on her own face.

Feeling the strange gazes around her, Zhang Yuzhen's expression became extremely difficult to see.

"Xu Tian, ​​is this villa really yours?"

Su Xiuya picked up the door card in disbelief and looked at it repeatedly. She had been sad for a long time when she heard that Jiangshui Dynasty No. 88 was going to be auctioned.

There are many memories of this house belonging to their family. If it wasn't for unavoidable necessity, she would be reluctant to take it out to pay off her debts.

"Godmother, if you don't believe me, I'll show you the real estate certificate, which has my name written on it."

Xu Tian pretended not to know: "I am working in a listed group now. I mentioned that the boss solved a business crisis. As soon as he was happy, he gave me a house."

"So it is."

Su Xiuya had a pure heart and immediately believed Xu Tian's explanation.

But Yan Jinsong did frown, looking at Xu Tian with exploratory eyes, and doubts arose in his heart.

Xu Tian knew in his heart that Yan Jinsong was not someone to be fooled. Just because he just said the real owner of the villa where Su Mingli's family lived now was enough to make Yan Jinsong aware of the loopholes.

He and Yan Jinsong and Su Xiuya met by accident. They didn't know each other for a long time. How could he know how they held the wedding and gave the house for Su Mingli more than 20 years ago?

Of course, before Xu Tian planned to stand up for them, he had already thought of another set of rhetoric.

If Yan Jinsong asks later, he can only pray that there are no obvious loopholes in the other set of rhetoric he made up.

"It's just a broken house, who cares!"

Su Weixin choked sourly: "It's just a few scumbags with stinky money at home."

"Son, let's ignore this villainous guy, let's go celebrate the birthday of the old man of the Yan family!"

Although Zhang Yuzhen was bleeding from anger, she still maintained her little dignity on the surface.

She grabbed Su Mingli, who had not recovered from the shock, and came to the front of Mr. Yan diligently.

"Grandpa, I wish you a long life like the East China Sea."

Su Weixin put away the aggressive face just now, and in front of Mr. Yan, his behavior was very decent.

Sitting on the main seat, the expressionless old man Yan just nodded at Su Weixin perfunctorily, and didn't mean to talk to him.

Su Weixin was a little lost.

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen really actively pulled him to the front of the old man beside Mr. Yan.

"Hurry up and say hello to Song Lao!"

"Song Lao is the president of the Huaxia Painting and Calligraphy Association. If you want to develop in academia in the future, you still need more advice from seniors like Song Lao."

At this time, Zhang Yuzhen was very proud. What if Xu Tian had some stinky money?

In the future, his son will be lucky enough to join the academic circle. Maybe he will be accepted as an apprentice by a master, and his future prospects are limitless.

In China, the status of those literary giants is much higher than that of the nouveau riche who started their business.

"Song Lao, hello, my name is Su Weixin. I am currently studying calligraphy at Jiangshui University."

"Are you Su Weixin?"

The old man known as Song Lao nodded and said slowly: "I have heard your name. It is rare to be able to concentrate on calligraphy at a young age without being arrogant or impetuous."

"Elder Song has won the prize."

Su Weixin was flattered and scratched his head: "Have you heard of my name?"

"Your instructor showed me the works of your last art exhibition."

Song Lao nodded and said, "So I have an impression of your name. Among your peers, your calligraphy is quite good."

The surrounding guests saw that Song Lao, who has always been strict, actually praised Su Weixin's calligraphy works, and couldn't help but cast their approval glances at Su Weixin.

Song Lao is a famous calligrapher in China, and he is also the president of the Calligraphy and Painting Association. It is definitely a great honor to be praised by him.

Although Su Weixin's character is not very good, if he can really become famous in the future and enter the mainstream cultural circle, who cares about the small flaws in his character?

Even some guests who love calligraphy and painting took the initiative to come over to say hello to Su Weixin and discuss and exchange calligraphy experience with him.

Zhang Yuzhen felt the envious gazes of the surrounding guests, and glanced proudly in the direction of Xu Tian, ​​Su Xiuya and others.

What if Xu Tian has a house in the Jiangshui Dynasty? Isn't that the upstart?

There is no background!

After his family's reformation will graduate in the future, he will have to deal with the bigwigs in the Chinese cultural circle, and he is not on the same level as Xu Tian, ​​a nouveau riche.

At this time, Yan Jinsong also brought Xu Tian over to congratulate Mr. Yan on his birthday.

"Dad, this is my godson Xu Tian."

When Yan Jinsong faced his father, his mood was complicated.

Although he resents the distrust of the old man Yan, the filial piety in his bones makes him respect and fear the old man.

"Grandpa, I wish you luck like the East China Sea."

Xu Tian took a step forward and bowed deeply.

Mr. Yan raised his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xu Tian, ​​his expression neither happy nor angry, as if he was looking at an unrelated outsider.

After a while, he gave a soft "um" and nodded as a response.

Although Mr. Yan's reaction was very perfunctory, everyone in the Yan family knew that he was answering Xu Tian's title of "grandfather" and acknowledged Xu Tian's identity.