I, the scumbag harvester!

Of course, Xia Qingwan arranged the first class flight, and they were leisurely in the VIP lounge. This time, Xia Qingwan did not tell her father in advance. She only told him that she would arrive in the next few days.

She wanted to see her father in his truest state.

It has been several years since she returned to China. What trouble will happen to her father's mistresses again?

Jiang Han boarded the plane with her, and she watched Jiang Han cheer and look forward to it, sitting in the first class cabin like a child on a spring outing, looking around curiously.

But soon, when the plane took off, the huge noise, the feeling of weightlessness, and the feeling of flying into the sky against the irresistible headwind made Jiang Han lie in Xia Qingyuan's arms without daring to poke his head.

Jiang Han, who was talking arrogantly just now, was now moaning and groaning in Xia Qingwan's breasts.

What he revealed inadvertently was that of a college student in his 20s.

However, Xia Qingwan knew very well that Jiang Han would definitely become dishonest after the plane stabilized.

Her breasts were Jiang Han's haven. It seemed that lying inside her breasts, Jiang Han could not hear any noise from outside, and could only smell Xia Qingwan's birdsong and the fragrance of flowers.

But after the flight went normally, in a separate private space in the first-class cabin, Jiang Han, the bad boy, began to try to take off Xia Qingwan's top.

Xia Qingwan was wearing a simple gray hip-hugging skirt today, not open pantyhose, but her figure was tempting enough.

"Honey...hehe, it seems that I'm flying very steadily now. Will it take a while to get to America? Let's..." Jiang Han started to move.

"Can't you look at the scenery? Look at Hangzhou and the great rivers and mountains of the motherland?"

"It depends on you..." Jiang Han was greedy.

Xia Qingwan couldn't resist him and let Jiang Han unbutton her shirt rustlingly.

There are quite a few good-looking stewardesses flying on international flights, but compared to Xia Qingwan, they are far behind.

Jiang Han's eyes are quite picky now. These women have fed his taste, and he needs higher-end and better-looking scumbags to satisfy his ambitions.

These flight attendants have exquisite make-up, but they have been with several financial sponsors for a long time.

Jiang Han couldn't arouse any interest at all. Xia Qingwan looked out the window. She was used to flying.

But this was really the first time that I was fucked by a bad man like Jiang Han while on a plane.

She tightened her hip-hugging skirt, and Jiang Han liked it to be tighter.

This little man didn't know what kind of strong winds and waves there would be on the other side of the ocean. The ecology there was completely different from that of Hangzhou.

The first stop she wanted to go to was New York City, where her father lived, a top-notch 200-square-meter apartment in Manhattan.

Her father didn't live much in the manor, but Xia Qingwan had an unusual attachment to the land.

She held Jiang Han's face with both hands. Jiang Han concentrated on enjoying the top touch of Xia Qingwan's elastic stockings, which were half taken off and pressed gently against her ferocious body.

He could feel that Xia Qingwan wanted to rely on him.

She seemed to be strategizing before, but that was because her countermeasures were all other people's affairs. Even Lin Qingqiao, who was stronger than Lin Qingqiao, was helpless when she met Bai Qianrui.

The closer Xia Qingwan got to America, the more uneasy she felt.

Although Jiang Han's ability is indeed powerful, she always has an unexplainable worry.

Where could Jiang Han be? He just knew how to go up, go up, eat, eat, eat.

Rampant appetite and desire.

His vitality will not stop due to jet lag. Is there a blonde like this in his dreams?

Chapter 4 Fifty: Her father’s three women, a high-end face, an Eastern European model, and a top white female lawyer (2/)

"Statue of Liberty, have you seen it?" Xia Qingwan pushed Jiang Han on her body. She knew that Jiang Han loved her very much in his heart. Every time he made love to her, he was always so gentle and gentle. It seemed that She is very impatient, but compared to other girls, Jiang Han's attack speed becomes much more relaxed with Xia Qingwan.

He cursed a lot, but in his heart he had an infinite fondness for the old beauty whose father had made a lot of money, and the mixed-race Xia Qingwan from America.

Not to mention the new house he likes in Hangzhou, it has to be called Nordic Center.

Jiang Han looked up and saw the most classic symbol of a free country, the Statue of Liberty holding a torch.

The New York City that makes countless people's hearts flutter.

If you love someone, please send him to New York, because that is heaven. If you hate someone, send him to New York, because that is hell.

This is a melting pot of culture, with countless dreams of getting rich overnight, as well as countless fragmented and disappeared rich people.

Wealth here has gone through countless reincarnations.

While the Qing Dynasty was not over yet, the New York subway was already galloping forward.

Jiang Han looked at those extremely dense high-rise buildings, a New York that was a step up and more transparent than the steel jungle.

What he knew about America was only fragments of the city's shortcomings taken out of context.

The facilities are old and no longer glamorous, the subways are full of people, terrible crimes and gangs are happening everywhere, New York seems to be a sin city.

It seems that every few days there are protest crowds, and it seems that every few days the city is being looted.

But from the air, Jiang Han clearly felt that this city was as ambitious as himself.

He represents America's extremely terrifying and violent world full of capital freedom.

Xia Qingwan adjusted her skirt and put her stockings back on. "You're quite good. You didn't tear my stockings this time." Xia Qingwan pinched Jiang Han's face.

"That's for sure. I love Sister Xia the most, my wife, my young wife."

"Stop making trouble, pack your things and get ready to get off the plane. We'll be here soon." Xia Qingwan held Jiang Han's hand tightly. Jiang Han knew the heavy weight this woman had entrusted to him in a foreign country.

However, for Jiang Han, he didn't smell anything sweet in the New York air when he got off the plane.

But he could indeed feel that there were countless elements of freedom and discreteness flying in this city.

There are magical possibilities here.

Jiang Han looked at the crowd of people who got off the plane. Many were studying abroad, many were visiting relatives, and many were traveling. Jiang Han would not look at the city with overly curious eyes like a countryman.

In essence, there is not much difference between it and Hangzhou. They are both modern metropolises.

The terminal also has little Martian technology.

However, most of the pedestrians coming and going have changed from black hair to blond hair. In fact, the ordinary people in America are just living people, no different from the ordinary people in Hangzhou.

Jiang Han didn't feel any discomfort when he came to New York for the first time. In fact, he personally yearned for the singing of birds and winds in Northern Europe, and for the isolated fairy tale country.

Big cities have big buildings and great atmosphere, the capital market is huge and roaring with expansion, and hot money flows endlessly.

Jiang Han has seen too much. He likes a sentence mentioned in a certain book. The bigger the house, the bigger the city, and the less human touch.

Just like Xia Qingwan's family, although there is a lot of money, capital will gradually alienate family ties, regardless of foreign countries.

Sitting in the black car, Xia Qingwan held Jiang Han's hand calmly. It seemed that nothing had changed much in New York over the past few decades.

Even after experiencing numerous crises and the snow on Wall Street, the city remains prosperous.

Arrive in Manhattan, the classic Queens Boulevard and National Park, and the classic tourist-filled Times Square.

But as individuals, in the hustle and bustle of New York, they have become too small.

Jiang Han didn't like this kind of uproar. There was all kinds of hip-hop on the street, all kinds of strange clothes, all kinds of strange people with hair of different colors, and people of different ethnic groups walking past Jiang Han.

Jiang Han is in the wave and will not get lost at all.

His nose could smell the scent of real money among these complex smells.

When they arrived at Xia Qingwan's father's extremely luxurious apartment, the property tax here was hundreds of thousands of dollars a year, which was staggering to think about.

Under the real luxury apartments, there is no sound of people. The places with the most beautiful scenery in New York are occupied by these top capitalists.

The elevator went up quickly. This apartment was too high. Her father was on the 57th floor. Xia Qingwan said that if the elevator was opened on this entire floor, it would be their home.

She didn't need to knock on the door. When she came out of the elevator, the door opened automatically as soon as her face was recognized. There were also two decorative gold door handles hanging on it, making it hard to get in and out.

As soon as you enter the door, you will see an extremely spacious sofa and extremely chic floor-to-ceiling windows. The bright sunshine of New York City is falling in the middle of the room.

Xia Qingwan's father was sitting on the sofa, with three women sitting next to him.

No one is Xia Qingwan's mother.

Jiang Han took a quick look.

Good guy, a very classic Asian high-end face, Jiang Han felt uncomfortable looking at it. This woman has a very good appearance, but it is a pity that the makeup is completely biased to please Westerners.

The remaining one is a classic Eastern European model. She is relatively young and has clear eyes. Jiang Han seems to have seen her in some collection of catwalk shows.

The last one is naturally a pure American woman with blonde hair and blue eyes.

She has the most terrifying eyes of a white woman in a high position.

From the color of her lips, Jiang Han could tell at a glance that she had double majors in law and management.

Just kidding, Jiang Han can read minds at will, because almost none of these three people are normal and good women!

They are all scumbags! !Hahaha!

Jiang Han almost laughed out loud!

Everyone wanted Xia Qingwan to die with her father.

This Eastern European guy has a strong gang background.

This Asian is definitely not a kind person. Countless capitalists are her springboard.

This woman has an extremely terrifying charm.

And this white girl is a top beauty lawyer and Xia Qingwan's father's accountant.

She is also a top-notch mature woman, with a beautiful ass that looks like she is in shape.

Xia Qingwan's father is also quite handsome, with blue eyes. Although his eyes are still clear, his consciousness seems to be a little blurry.

"Oh?! Xia, my daughter??" Xia Qingwan's father was still excited from the bottom of his heart when he saw Xia Qingwan. His love for his daughter was one of the few tender feelings in cold-blooded capital.

"Dad, this is my boyfriend in my motherland, Jiang Han." Xia Qingwan knew that her father's eyes would become fierce.

"Didn't I tell you that your engagement has been finalized? We made an appointment..."

Although Jiang Han's English is passable and he understands it, his speaking skills are average.

But in Xia Qingwan's heart, it was as if she had started real-time translation sharing with Jiang Han.

"In addition to hot money, it's love. Father, I don't think I need to get married at all. By the way, where is my mother? Who are these?"

"These...are all senior partners of my company. They...Xia Tong is taking care of the manor. She has basically stopped getting involved in financial matters now." Of course, Xia Qingwan's father looked at Jiang Han very much. dislike; despise.

Jiang Han doesn't have any capitalist temperament in him, he looks like a child.

The three women around him all had vague smiles and waved to Xia Qingwan politely.

Byd, Jiang Han is of course very hungry and thirsty!

Classic ocean horse, classic high-end face, classic Eastern European top female model, these women all look down on themselves!They all despised his origin from the bottom of their hearts.

They all think that they are already Americans, it doesn't matter, my brother must teach them a lesson! !

Chapter 451 witnesses Jiang Han’s rise in America! (1/)

"Then, you guys talk first, Sir Wei. Remember, there is a dinner party tonight." The woman with a classy face had a wicked light in her eyes that was hard to ignore.

This kind of woman, who has been working in the upper echelons of Europe and America for too long, has long been filled with dark clouds in her heart, without any trace of conscience.

The overly free sea of ​​capital has completely unlocked the extremely bad elements in these people's hearts.

Her eyes swept over Jiang Han, and she didn't feel any threat from this man at all. He was just a young man who was attracted by Xia Qingwan, and he was just a little thing from her hometown that she had long forgotten.

She has long been immersed in European and American narratives. She has already criticized women like Xia Qingwan who do not put on high-end looks. She feels that she does not take the initiative to integrate and feels that she still wants to retain her so-called personality.

Of course she despises Jiang Han even more. This kind of young man who can be seen all over the place is played to death by her casually, thrown into a trash can in the suburbs, or in a factory in the rust belt, or forgotten in a pond in a foreign country. Too much.

Jiang Han had a glimpse of the darkness in these people's hearts, and these scumbags were really suitable.

America is truly the open world, and his ambition is blazing!

All available!All can be seen through!All ready to be stir-fried!No one can stop yourself!

After the three women left and as soon as the door closed, Xia Qingwan's father began to look at Jiang Han with a stern look.

"you…"

"Father-in-law, please stop talking. Do you know? These three women all want to kill you.

Tonight's cocktail party is just the prelude.