After Becoming a Little Sister

This HJ eldest princess is just like her older brothers and sisters, arrogant and domineering, with a very bad reputation. Her brother even drove a car, because the 77-year-old man was too slow to cross the road, so he got out of the car and kicked him over. As for hitting the traffic policeman and escaping, he doesn't even care.

The successor in the TV series may be gentle or thoughtful, but it is obvious that the TV series is not reality. In reality, there is no myth of Cinderella becoming a princess, only the chapter of the princess becoming a vicious queen.

Princess HJ scolded the woman husband who was glaring at her, as if using violence against her husband at home.

At the beginning, because her husband gave her daughter candy without her consent, the news of her scolding and even beating her husband was also popular in the search, but this short-lived hot search did not affect their continued unscrupulousness.

Because in the moral depression of Nanbang, no one can sanction them—no one.

Even if they hit and run, have intimate relations with pornography, gambling and drugs, or even kill people, they can all get three sentences and five reprieves after escaping sanctions.

Then released in court...

In Nanbang, only they can call the wind and the rain.

At least so far-

The small businessman and his wife were forced to leave. The security personnel of the manor looked at their backs indifferently. The little child was sobbing and held in his mother's arms, looking at the cold eyes around him uneasily, not knowing what he had done wrong what.

President Xiao Huang looked away indifferently, and continued his persuasion.

However, the SH group clearly expressed their rejection again in jerky Nanbang language.

If it's really not possible, they don't even have to participate in tonight's performance, they don't care.

Who cares?They don't rely on the market here in Nanbang for food, rather they rely on the existence of these chaebols.

President Xiao Huang's cheek muscles twitched slightly, and the other party's resistance made him even more irritable: "You are simply...you are simply too stupid—and there are others among you, why haven't you come yet? Ah?"

He began to think about whether to replace him.

If he could send that girl to Zheng Wu's bed, he would be satisfied.

He even began to fantasize about how seductive the other party's celestial face was, blushing with shyness and wanting to refuse but still welcoming...

Then he heard a muffled horn, like a dream.

And a response from the boy next to him: "Ah... she should be here this time, right?"

Are you coming?

President Xiao Huang came back to his senses in astonishment, and looked at where he came from.

someone is coming.

But it is not people who come, but light.

unbridled light--

If the convoy of the chaebol is as mighty as a long river.

Then the rushing in front of him is a great river that cannot be compared with the long river.

The wide eight lanes are completely occupied, and the motorcycle that opened the road directly hangs the official flag of Nanbang, which is equivalent to the state-level treatment of the head of state, which makes all the guests feel ashamed. They are confused, and they don’t know who is coming. .

After the Nanbang official guard of honor came to the gate of the manor, they separated towards the two sides, showing the convoy behind.

There were twenty Mercedes-Benz Gs all in one color, with their headlights on, like a cavalry charging forward.

These silent square boxes smashed the snow on the side of the road, and even squeezed away the panicked bystanders without hesitation, and drove forward in a straight line, as if separating the two sides of the original road. Like a road.

Then comes the real core team...

The extended Lincoln concierge car slid forward, and stopped after sliding to the gate of the manor, with the door open.

Everyone stretched their necks to see clearly who was inside, and to see which country they were foreign guests from.

But what surprised them was that it wasn't any guests who came down, but a group of maids.

A group of maids dressed in maid outfits with golden lace skirts got out of the luxurious concierge car, and quickly began to arrange various things, including but not limited to pulling the isolation railings of the manor. The reception staff are spaced off to the side of the queue with ropes.

Some of the manor's security personnel wanted to say something, but were too shocked by what happened next to dare to move indiscriminately.

Groups of men in black suits poured out of those square Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles. From 20 vehicles, 60 tall, muscular men got out of the [-] vehicles. And the fierce look in their eyes all showed that they were not the kind of artist bodyguards who simply put on a show.

In comparison, the security guards at the Busan Manor were as thin as malnourished chickens.

These men in black lined up beside the car silently, with their hands tied in front of their bodies, their backs to the driveway, facing those watching.

Some people wanted to take pictures, but they were stared at with warning eyes, so they had to put down the camera with a smile and signal that they had done nothing.

"Who is it?"

"It looks like a foreign guest, there is a ceremonial motorcade..."

"Is it the prince or princess of which country?"

"Shh! Don't talk, what's that sound?"

The dull horn sounded again, gradually approaching.

The surging light illuminated half of the sky, and even the depressed cloud was illuminated with a gray-blue brilliance.

Then came the real guests—

A sapphire blue Rolls-Royce Phantom slowly drove along the road separated by two floors.

The group of maids inlaid with gold rims spread out the huge carpet, directly pressing it on top of the original two-layer red carpet, all the way inside.

The butler of the manor stepped forward to say something, but was suppressed by the cold eyes of the head maid inlaid with gold, leaving him speechless.

"Our Highness is very honorable to be able to come here." The gold-rimmed headmaid sincerely yelled at the manor housekeeper: "Please don't hinder our work and let them trample on the road you people have walked. , is our negligence, so please go away a little bit?"

Polite Nanbang language, polite words, and even a polite look down on the expression.

The manor housekeeper's face was ashen, and then his eyes glanced at the utensils that were put out, his throat rolled, he didn't speak, and retreated silently.

The corners of the eyes of the knowledgeable people twitched wildly, watching the luxurious handmade carpets of hundreds of thousands per square meter being continuously extended, even the night wind that was originally warm and humid due to the surge of people's heads became bitter, like a A needle stuck in the lung.

who is thisThe king of which country came in person?

This ostentation like a big dog must be the gang of oil guys in the Middle East, right?

The person who got out of the stopped car gave them the answer.

Brother Qiangqiang got out of the car first, said something with a low laugh to the people in the car, and then spread his hands in a gentlemanly manner.

A hand was placed on his, and he moved his slender legs to get out of the car sideways, with a delicate and beautiful face.

The eldest son Sansang hurried out from the main hall, expressing his joy loudly before anyone arrived: "Thank you for being able to come to my sister's birthday party—Mr. Zeppelin, Miss Bernice, It is our pleasure!"

So the well-informed reporter suddenly realized, and checked the guest information in his hand.

Randolph Consortium, owner of the largest pharmaceutical company in the Europa region, and the third largest supplier of vitamin products in the world.

The Mellon chaebol, one of the big chaebols in the military-industrial complex in Millican, is a well-known defense and military contractor in the world.

If it was these two, they would indeed be able to receive this kind of courtesy, especially the second one.

Brother Qiangqiang nodded very politely: "You're welcome."

Mala Jisi ignored him, raised his chin proudly, and looked down at everyone present.

Not far from them, HJ's eldest princess was still standing there, but now she was compared with the spicy chicken shreds, like an old hen running wild in a chicken coop.

Spicy chicken shreds is that gorgeous peacock bird, even if it is not open, it still looks very luxurious.

The eldest princess of the HJ chaebol suppressed the resentment of being ignored, and staggered the sight of Spicy Chicken.

After the eldest son Sansang shook hands with Brother Qiangqiang, he looked at the spicy chicken shreds, stretched out his hand again, and said in English: "Miss Bernice, you are really beautiful tonight."

"You mean, I was not good-looking before?" Spicy Chicken glanced at him with a cold tone.

The smile of the eldest son Sansang froze on his face, then he withdrew his hand and said haha: "Tonight is extraordinarily beautiful, as expected of the leader of the Mellon chaebol... Please, please come in!"

He hadn't seen the huge convoy not far behind them before, and the information transfer at the manor naturally wouldn't look for him when his father was still there.

Therefore, the judgments and reactions made by the eldest son Sansang are, in a sense, pawns thrown out by his father to explore the way.

"I thought it would be your father who came to welcome me... Heh."

Spicy Chicken Snorted softly, ignored Mr. Sansang, and stood sideways.

Eldest son Sansang didn't understand why the other party acted so indifferently even though he was here for the banquet.

Just when he was wondering, the second car stood out from the following convoy, and hit the waist of the previous car directly in the middle.

"boom--"

The hit vehicle trembled violently, and the glass exploded, but the front of the hit car was only slightly deformed, and it could be seen that it had been modified.

The car that drove out was a Rolls-Royce Cullinan with a non-Nanban license plate, and the car that was hit was the car that was arrogantly sideways and half-horizontal at the door. People, the car they took didn't drive away.

When the subsequent convoy arrived, no car came to such a front. Only this Cullinan seemed to be blind, and rushed up, pushing the car back to the side heavily.

Then Cullinan backed up, turned the steering wheel awkwardly in a half-turn, and returned to the wide and clear road.

The young girl who was driving jumped out, her blond hair was as bright as special effects, she crossed her hips and looked at the road that she had tidied up with satisfaction—the idiot who can't even stop the car in front, reversed the car and put it in the garage for repairs, stupid!

The eldest princess of the HJ chaebol stared at the hit car beside her with a look of astonishment on her face.

Immediately, she came back to her senses suddenly, with bloody shame and anger on her face, she rushed forward, shouting and cursing.

The bodyguards behind him hurriedly followed, and several black-clothed men standing on the side of the road also came over, and the two groups collided.

The bodyguard of the HJ chaebol was firmly stopped by the man in black, while the blond girl pulled her ears out as if she didn't hear, and directly ignored the other party's yelling and cursing, and just stood there without moving.

There were two figures standing behind her, one was short and pretty, while the other was dressed in a small lady's suit, dressed smartly, revealing a bodybuilding demeanor like a fitness trainer.

The last one to get out of the car was a mature woman, wearing a bright silver evening dress, her appearance was similar to that of a blond girl, her blond hair was even more radiant, except that there was a touch of silvery white on her temples, showing a bit of vicissitudes.

The color scheme is obviously clichéd, but she wears it as if it is natural and luxurious.

Glancing at the eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol who was scolding, Mrs. Jin waved her hand: "Aju—"

Mrs. Chrysanthemum, who was dressed in a capable women's suit, nodded, and leaned over to talk to this shrew-like eldest princess with a smile on her face, but the words she said were obviously chicken and duck.

When the two came closer, the shrew's eldest daughter still didn't stop, but the more she cursed, the more ugly she sounded.

So Mrs. Ju also smiled brighter and brighter, then turned sideways, unbuttoned the suit on the upper body, and revealed the half of the wooden handle behind the waist.

It was a wooden handle, but what was behind the wooden handle is unknown.

In the voice of the eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol that suddenly stopped, Mrs. Ju seemed to be unable to hear clearly, she turned her head and raised her hand to her ear: "Ah? What did you just say?"

While speaking, his hands were already on the wooden handle, and his fierce aura was unreserved.

It's as if the person in front of you is not a person, but a piece of firewood waiting to be split, even the muscles of the whole body are tense, ready to go like a leopard about to explode, just waiting for the other party to make another ugly sound .