After Becoming a Little Sister

It can also be two sounds - one scream after being cut off or something.

So the world is quiet...

"It's nothing, it's nothing—a misunderstanding! It's all a misunderstanding!" Another voice hurriedly interrupted, and the second son Sansang hurriedly stopped in front of the eldest daughter of the HJ chaebol, and apologized to Mrs. Jin with a smile: "It's a misunderstanding, honored guest Visiting, poor hospitality, poor hospitality..."

The correct Chinese language of the Republic made Mrs. Ju stop her movements, and looked back at her wife.

Mrs. Jin raised her eyes and glanced at the main entrance of the main hall covered by the light: "I am not qualified, let Mr. Li come out to greet me?"

"Where is it, my father is mainly entangled by my sister, she is the master today hahaha, please forgive me, father will come soon! How about we enter first?"

The second son of Sansang smiled dryly and wiped the cold sweat from his forehead.

this lunatic...

He forced his way into Gyeongbokgung Palace and bloodbathed several gang forces.

He even killed a prosecutor in front of so many people today - Mrs. Beidi Jin, Jin Wansan's first wife.

These two identities are one dark and the other bright, but neither of them can be underestimated by Second Young Master Sansang.

Even to a certain extent, the identity of Mrs. Jin in the Northland, which represents the gray area of ​​the underground forces, is more fearful of the Sansang chaebol than the apparent identity of a business tycoon as a wife.

The underground world of Nanbang has always been suppressed by the opponent, and the closer it is to the Republic, the more severely it is suppressed. In a sense, the Sansang chaebol can only use formal business methods to operate related industries—such as real estate of this kind.

Anyone who involves the people of the Republic cannot use those shady methods, which will undoubtedly greatly increase their operating costs, although these costs are not worth paying attention to for the huge Sansang chaebol.

However, in the originally docile leek field, the sudden appearance of such hot eyes made the old farmer displeased.

But what if you don't like it?

For so many years, if the Sansang chaebol hadn't been involved in the struggle of those evil forces openly, Mrs. Jin would have taken the opportunity to chop off a few pieces of flesh and blood.

Therefore, the two sides have actually been friends for a long time. They were opponents in the air many years ago, but their home courts are different.

Mrs. Jin nodded and did not speak, but stood on the other side, as if waiting for someone.

Second son Sansang suppressed his fluttering heartbeat, feeling that the pressure in front of this woman was greater than in front of his own father.

But the problem is that if they haven't entered yet, who are they waiting for?

A third car came by.

The third car wasn't supposed to come, but it came anyway.

Come very silent, very steady.

Even from the current point of view, this car is not very luxurious and fashionable. The headlights still have the circular style commonly used in the last century. Inspired by the huge luxury recognition, it is more peaceful and restrained, with a sense of alienation.

Old models, old designs, and even the car paint, are all pure black that is old and boring.

But in the middle of the front of this car, there is a touch of red that is eye-catching in the glow.

It looks like a flag that is frozen after flying, and it also looks like a sharp horn.

It's a red flag --

A red flag L5 from the Republic, with the flag of the Republic on both sides of the front of the car.

The design is not trendy and fashionable, but what it carries is the indescribable sense of heaviness.

It's like the tide is moving, like the mountains are moving forward.

It walks slowly, without sound, but like a kingdom walking on the ground——

Surrounding the vehicle on both sides were a total of six Dongfeng Warrior armored vehicles with lights of tens of thousands of lumens.

The scorching light illuminated the road ahead, and the searchlight on the roof of the car was raised towards the sky until it got close.

So the huge beam of light was like a long sword shining from the ground, dividing the long night that was not yet completely dark, and illuminating the sea of ​​clouds.

The stocky Dongfeng Warrior did not stop, but only slowed down slightly as he circled around the gate of the manor.

When the door was opened, soldiers wearing a full set of tactical equipment jumped out of the vehicle. The armored vehicle did not stop. The people who got out of the vehicle followed the vehicle for a few steps under the drive of inertia, and then stopped and began to gather. He stood next to the black car, and kept guarding it as it crossed the crowd and came to the central open space at the main entrance of the manor.

There was an uproar, and some people even screamed in horror.

In today's Nanbang, it is extremely difficult to see this level of armed forces swaggering through the city, let alone a place where so many powerful people gather.

The most disturbing thing is that these people don't hang the epaulettes of Nanbang on their shoulders, but the red flag emblem of the Republic...

Fortunately, this group of armed personnel didn't pay attention to their intentions. After the escort vehicle arrived at the destination, it was contacted by the official staff of the Busan Bureau, and it melted into the darkness on the side of the manor like ink droplets dissolved in water. Know where to deploy your defenses.

After going around in a circle, the Dongfeng warrior turned from the fountain at the entrance of the manor to the other side, lying beside the low sports cars and luxury cars like eye-catching nails.

When they arrived, it was like a fierce muscular man standing among a group of delicate pussies, showing a terrifying sense of power.

The Hongqi L5 stopped, the wheels stopped turning, and all the hustle and bustle stopped.

The group of gold-rimmed maids retreated on both sides, not in a servile attitude, but more like dedicated staff.

In front of this car, in the kingdom behind this car, where are there any servants?

The reason why he showed such a posture was nothing more than respect for the people in the car.

And so the door opened—

Jump down a little kid.

……child?

Absence was like a tide, flooding everyone's minds.

Where is this little girl from?

Loli Xiong looked back into the car and stretched out her hand.

So someone in the car stretched out Rou Yi and held her hand.

A girl got out of the car, her eyes were soft, and the sapphire blue evening dress and long skirt were softly attached to her body.

The falling wind and snow felt shameless and rested on her shoulders, and only dared to slide to her feet along the hem of the skirt, hoping to be a little foreshadowing on her way forward.

Recipe, Shining.

The son of Yugui, Yishi IKEA.

At this moment, she is like the legendary Heng'e, with bright eyes that look good and look bright.

Wearing a tiara-like tiara, Lianhua looked around, and finally fixed her eyes on the third princess of the Sansang chaebol who came out to welcome her.

Today's owner came out to greet him in person, with a smirk that was so stiff that it was about to turn blue.

If before the appearance of the lotus, she could still boast about her beauty, then after the appearance of this girl, everyone had an illusion.

It seems that this girl in a sapphire blue dress is the princess here and the master of tonight.

The third princess squeezed out a polite smile, lifted her skirt slightly, raised her voice slightly, and said in a jerky Republic language: "It's really a surprise that Miss Song family came to visit in person."

Rather than a surprise, it would be more frightening.

There was a slight discussion, and everyone understood the identity of the other party.

But immediately the eyes looking at them became subtle - the Song family, the Song family that overwhelmed Sansang back then, and even almost destroyed the entire Nanbang business world by itself.

Among the five major chaebols, almost none of them overlapped with the original Song family's industries, and the shipbuilding and machinery manufacturing industries that were originally the foundation of Nanbang's start-up in the world line of the earth were also cut off by the Song family in Blue Star, and they were all transferred to them. Back home.

The rejuvenation of the Republic came about in Blue Star directly by stepping on the so-called hegemony of Nanbang's collapse of the middle way. This is a blood feud.

Cutting off people's wealth is like killing their parents. This kind of deep hatred will not be forgotten even after ten years.

But so what?

He said it as if the Republic would not have woken up without him, it was ridiculous...

Lianhua smiled reservedly, did not answer, but looked up at the main hall door.

Li Jianxi still didn't come out.

Lianhua turned sideways silently and stood aside.

Did not go in.

Haven't gone in yet.

Why don't you go in--

Who are you waiting for?

All the guests were in an increasingly oppressive atmosphere, waiting for Li Jianxi to come out, or waiting for them to go in.

Until a low horn sounded dully in everyone's ears.

drum--

The group of gold-edged maids did not know when they had arranged their instruments and began to play in the snowstorm.

The sonorous drums attracted everyone's attention, even the wind and snow stopped.

It was only at this time that those artists who were more or less skilled realized that it was not the sound of the trumpet before, but the sound of the Dafa trumpet.

Jin Char Siew's eyes lit up: "Mom, it's that one! The one you liked most in the National Treasure before!"

Mrs. Jin smiled and nodded: "It's "The Elephant King's Journey", it's quite suitable."

But it is said that it is the King of Elephants, but the passionate music gives people the illusion of a potential dragon waking up.

This is not coming to be a guest, this is to force the palace, the guest's ostentation is bigger than the host's, and the aura is soaring.

Li Jianxi will either not be tough today, and continue to be the master.

Either submissively come forward to pick up someone, and put on a low profile-although no one knows who the person is.

However, at this kind of writing birthday party, read as the chaebol swearing-in meeting, there are villains waving invisible banners, as if they are leading thousands of troops to the battle, trying to stop the momentum of the chaebols. Broken, let them show their dog side.

No killing yet.

But the other party wants to punish...

Someone's figure appeared at the gate of the main hall, but with his back to the light, he could only see a shadow.

He is watching.

Watching someone who shouldn't be here.

Or wait for someone who shouldn't exist.

What kind of guest can be so honorable?