Traps Of Love

Z City, an antique house, covers an area of about 1000 square meters, was once the palace of Prince Gong in the Qing Dynasty.

At this time, it was called cuijin garden, and it was also called "Wanfu garden" because the corridor color paintings were all decorated with Fu patterns, and there were Fuchi, Futing, and Fuzi stele inside.

There are two magnificent stone lions at the gate, and the vermilion gate has a sense of history.

At this time, Wanfu garden welcomed two distinguished guests.

The silver extended version of Bentley stops in a shady field and walks down from it. It's Ye Jiaying and her father, ye Maowen.

Ye Jiaying is particularly well dressed. Today, she is particularly ceremoniously dressed in a retro silk Qipao. Her exquisite hand embroidery makes a pair of shuishuiqinglian, and her tailored hand highlights her exquisite figure with a kind of gentle and virtuous classical beauty.

Shoulder length short hair, now wrapped into a delicate bun, ear wearing a pair of valuable emerald earrings, white wrist, is the same color transparent emerald jade bracelet, at this time Ye Jiaying on her body's classical temperament, to the extreme.

Walking between, just like the wind swing willow, flower according to the water in the book beauty.

"Thank you, Dad." Ye Jiaying because of excitement, cheeks slightly red, a pair of slightly pick up the big eyes is unable to hide the excited look.

"Just know." Ye Maowen nodded and said, "for the sake of your marriage with lengshao, your father, I'm cutting flesh and selling land. At least I lost nearly 100 million!"

Although he is over sixty-four years old, in Taiwan, ye Maowen is still flourishing and powerful. Anyone who mentions him will call him master Ye.

Black and white, both very open.

He is slightly fat, with a smiling face like Maitreya Buddha. The radian of his mouth is always rising, but he has a strong aura that is not angry but powerful, which is not to be underestimated.

He was particularly afraid of heat, wearing a light cotton white jacket, but also could not help shaking his hands on an antique folding fan.

"Dad," said Ye Jiaying, tugging at his arm with a delicate Taiwanese accent, "my dearest dad, people know!"

"But you said that no amount of money is as important as the happiness of your daughter."

"Alas! Daughter, you should make good use of it. Don't let your father down Ye Maowen patted his daughter on the shoulder, but there was a kind of dignified suppression in his loving smile.

Ye Maowen was one of the first batch of overseas Chinese to go to Taiwan in mainland China. He had been in Taiwan for decades, and laid down an empire that belonged to him, but his descendants were not prosperous.

The wife changed one after another, and finally it was not easy to get old, with Ye Jiaying, the only palm treasure.

Originally, ye Maowen intended to cultivate Ye Jiaying and let her inherit her family fortune.

However, because she doted on the only blood since childhood, Ye Jiaying developed a very willful bad temper.

From childhood to adulthood, she never failed to get what she wanted.

Finally, when ye Maowen wants to accept her capricious temperament, Ye Jiaying just meets Leng Zetian, and she can't extricate herself from her love.

As the old saying goes, women pursue men, and interlayered yarn.

But ye Maowen, the old fox, knows best that it means going to bed.

If a woman really wants to hold a man's heart, she can only rely on her young and enchanting body?!

That's bullshit! Fart!

Men are ten million times more intelligent than women, especially excellent men. They don't just look at the immediate interests, sometimes they even see what they want after a few years.

Can make a man's heart beat?!

It needs not only a beautiful face, a good figure, a good family background, but also a chance!

This in itself is the most mysterious thing.

Therefore, from the beginning, ye Maowen was not optimistic about Ye Jiaying and Leng Zetian.

However, after ye Maowen investigated the background of Leng Zetian, he completely adopted a tacit attitude and let Ye Jiaying go after him.

Because, Leng Zetian such a top-notch talent, such a strong life experience backing, absolutely one in a million, gold is hard to find!

Lengshi group is the third largest financial group in Asia. Although it seems that the third is not the absolute top, only ye Maowen, a heavyweight, can understand the unimaginable huge energy of lengshi group.

Especially in recent years, under the control of Leng Zetian, Leng's group has developed rapidly.

Leng Zetian, who is only 25 years old, is like a king with both strength and wildness!

The result of Ye Maowen's investigation alone is enough to make him look up to Leng Zetian, a financial genius.

It's him who pushed Leng to the top and became the first in financial resources in Asia!

Therefore, even if Ye Jiaying is not infatuated with Leng Zetian, he will help her.

"Last time, who came back and cried his eyes swollen and said that he would never see lengshao when he died?" Ye Maowen is not in a hurry to knock on the door. Under his smile, he has a unique Chengfu.Ye Jiaying face more red fierce, biting lips, seems to be in anger of hum a, "is not love, I also want to take him! The more I hate him, the less I can make him feel better! "

"Ha ha ha ha! pretty good! Still a little backbone, this is my ye Maowen's daughter Ye Maowen smiles with satisfaction. However, the more kind the smile on his face is, the more fierce the poison in his eyes becomes.

"Remember, your promise to dad is to ask for all the money with interest. Don't be sentimental again." Ye Maowen voice suddenly cold, word by word of advice.

Ye Jiaying's heart was suddenly shocked, and her eyes were soon filled with evil hatred. "Dad, don't worry, I will keep in mind what he owes me."

"That's good! That's good! Ha ha ha "ye Maowen laughs again, waving his antique folding fan. At first glance, it looks like a kind old man who plays chess in the park.

It seems that ye Maowen, who has just had a powerful eye, is just an illusion. In front of him, this smiling and kind-hearted old man is his real face.

"Dad, after all, how did Uncle Leng choose a villa to support him?" Ye Jiaying raised her head and looked at the antique garden mansion. She was a little curious.

With the strength of Leng's consortium, you can buy a house in the most expensive villa area in the center of the city. It seems that it's a bit too far?

Ye Maowen laughs and shakes the fan in his hands. He says, "silly girl, you don't understand! It's also strange that I asked you to study abroad early. You don't know much about China! "

"The house of Prince Gong, the wall of Prince Yu, the amount of money of Prince Su, and the prosperous city of Z can sit on a classical house with a whole mountain. It is estimated that the house is no less than 100 million yuan."

"One hundred million!" Ye Jiaying's eyes widened in surprise.