Reborn to inherit a 100 billion fortune, the real daughter is crazy

Liu Lechan lived in a luxurious villa all day long and felt like her days were passing by like years. Fortunately, Mo Li did not make her wait that long.

Several days before the start of college, a Palani sports car that she had never seen before appeared at the gate of the villa with a roar.

She was wearing a gray servant's uniform, and she felt jealous and excited when she saw Mo Li sitting in the extremely luxurious top-of-the-line supercar made entirely of carbon fiber.

She really didn't understand how Mo Li, who had taken the bus to and from school every day for three years in high school, could own so many luxury cars all of a sudden!

She has been used to hardship since she was a child, so how can she understand this? Such a good car should be hers to ride in!

Since she had the chance to see Mo Li again, she had never seen her get in the same car twice. This was the third luxury car she had seen her get in.

If it were in the past, she would have taken dozens of photos of her secretly and then made up a dozen rumors about her, saying that she was kept by a rich old man and was doing illicit business.

Unfortunately, now everyone knows that Mo Li inherited her father's hundreds of billions of inheritance, and no one will believe those messy rumors.

She could only put away her inner jealousy and watch the handsome man she met last time open the car door for her very considerately, and then the two of them walked towards the villa hand in hand, very intimately.

The housekeeper had already received the news that she was coming back, so she was naturally waiting at the door to greet her. Liu Lechan got a step ahead of the old woman and immediately went up to her, pretending to be extremely flattering and trying to please Mo Li: "Miss Mo, you are finally back..."

Compared to the coldness and aloofness he showed the last time they met, Mo Li was rarely friendly to her this time: "Le Chan, long time no see. Are you used to living here?"

"Well... I guess it's OK." Liu Lechan answered absentmindedly. Looking at the man holding hands with Mo Li, she tucked the hair around her ears a little stiffly and glanced at him shyly: "Mr. Chi, Mr. Chi, I didn't expect that we would meet again..."

As soon as Liu Lechan saw him, her heart began to beat wildly and her speech became incoherent.

The last time they met was in the teaching building of No. 3 Middle School. She saw the school leaders swarming around him, addressing him respectfully as Mr. Chi, and she knew that this man must be of extraordinary status.

As soon as he appeared, he openly protected Mo Li, but sent her to the training department to receive punishment.

Liu Lechan thought that they had only met once. After all, such a long time had passed, the man probably had already forgotten who she was. The next question he would ask would probably be "Do we know each other?"

Then she could naturally remind him when they last met and try to get closer to him.

Who would have thought that Chi Cunxu's eyes when he looked at her were extremely indifferent. There was almost no expression on his face. He just nodded slightly, as if he had greeted her, and then his eyes moved away from her face.

The lines that Liu Lechan had just prepared got stuck in her throat, and she suddenly looked a little embarrassed.

He said he didn't remember her? But from his expression, it was clear that he still remembered her;

But if he clearly remembered who she was, why did he act so indifferent and not even want to say a word to her? Seeing her like this, any normal person would ask her why her face looked like this and show a little concern for her, right?

She has suffered so much during this period of time. A beautiful girl in her prime has scars all over her face. Isn't he curious and doesn't he feel pity for her?

——It only means that the other party has no interest in her at all.

Liu Lechan bit her lower lip a little aggrieved, and speculated darkly in her mind: Mo Li must have said something nonsense in front of him, which made Mr. Chi have a very bad impression of her.

But no matter how deep her resentment was, she didn't have the courage to say anything bad about Mo Li. She could only look at Mo Li with a sullen look on her face and smiled perfunctorily: "Haha, Mr. Chi seems to have a very cold personality... You guys should stop standing here, come in and sit down."

This posture made it seem as if she was the owner of this villa.

In fact, Liu Lechan did think so. She always liked to treat Mo Li's things as her own. Besides, she had lived here much longer than Mo Li.

Besides, they are best friends. When their relationship is restored, Mo Li is so rich now, and sooner or later he will give this villa to her.

The housekeeper and other maids beside her felt that her words were extremely presumptuous, especially the housekeeper, who glared at her with dissatisfaction.

Fortunately, Mo Li, the real owner, didn't care. She seemed to be in a good mood today. While holding Chi Cunxu's hand and walking into the villa, she said to Liu Lechan eagerly: "Lechan, I came here today specifically for your matter."

Hearing her say this, Liu Lechan immediately became excited - she knew that Mo Li would never let her go. After all, she was so introverted, always thought highly of herself, and had few true friends. Who else could he play with except her?

I guess she must have thought it through after traveling abroad, and found that she still couldn't bear to leave her good friend, so the first thing she did after returning home was to find her good sister and make peace with her.

Her first reaction was to cast a domineering look at the housekeeper and other maids behind her.

The meaning of that look was very clear: See! I've already said that she and I are best friends, and my position in her heart is completely different from that of you inferior people! If you dare to bully me, you will die in the future!

However, the housekeeper still didn't treat her well as usual, and the other servants were too lazy to pay attention to her.