Rebirth of the Ultimate Rich Second Generation

Haha, Zheyu, if you say that, I will be proud.

Lorraine laughed when he heard the words, and no longer delved into this matter.

He's someone who's unlikely to be proud, proud, someone who gets complacent when he achieves something.

Lorraine will also be complacent about some of his achievements, but...his ambitions don't stop there.

If he was that kind of shallow-minded person, he would have been satisfied since he made his first pot of gold, and would not have made further progress.

Therefore, he will never be satisfied with his achievements until his real life goals are achieved. ——How big is the ambition, how far is the road.

I wonder if Pan Jiajun, who is far away from the Pan family, feels the same way?

Ah!—

With a sneeze, Pan Jiajun shuddered and woke up from his sleep.

He sat up dumbfounded, then looked at the dark night outside and the appearance of his bedroom, glanced at it, scratched his head in confusion, and said to himself: Strange, my body has been very weak recently. Yes, in this weather, is it possible that I will catch a cold too?

Shaking his head gently, he seemed to remember a dream he had just had.

In retrospect, it was a very strange dream.

In the dream, a vague figure sat on a table with him, chatting and laughing, drinking tea, playing chess, chatting and talking.

At first, the hazy harmonious feeling was very good, but when he was playing chess, Pan Jiajun suddenly felt that the opponent's chess game was full of killer moves, which seemed to be the bloody smell that was going to kill him. In general, with deep hatred, anger that hits the sky, and an inexplicable feeling like a world away, he rushed forward decisively, and the chess game in the hands of Pan Jiajun, who was close to him, was losing. The chess pieces in his hand were eaten one by one, and he was helpless, because at that time he felt that the army was coming under the city, it was too late, and he could only be slaughtered by others.

At the end, under the murderous aura of dancing wildly in the whole chess game, Pan Jiajun was defeated for thousands of miles, unable to recover.

It was only then that he remembered to take a closer look at the face of the person in front of him.

But no matter how carefully he looked, he couldn't see who this person was.

So he tried to ask, Who are you...?

The man was silent for a long time, and then replied faintly: It doesn't matter who I am, the important thing is... you remember, you were defeated in my hands, a complete defeat, a defeat without the power to recover. .

Because it was in a dream, Pan Jiajun could not independently judge whether the voice of this person was male or female, so he could not judge his gender.

until……

A smear of sunlight was cast in the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky were splendidly dispersed, and the scene in front of me seemed to be transformed into a garden in a dream.

Everything seemed to be wonderful again.

The appearance of this person in front of him is clear.

Han...Han Xuan?? Pan Jiajun finally saw the face of the person in front of him.

She was a woman, the Han Xuan he had always loved deeply in his heart!

Han Xuan didn't smile at this time, and when the expression on her face was indifferent, it felt as if Han Xuan had always given him Pan Jiajun's feeling.

Han Xuan, so it's you... Pan Jiajun, who was dreaming, suddenly laughed and breathed a sigh of relief.

But in an instant, the sky changed. The sky that had just cleared up was suddenly covered with dark clouds, lightning and thunder. Under the haze, it was as dark as the end of the world. Under the lightning, Han Xuan's face seemed to be more and more dark. He was ruthless, his eyes seemed to project thousands of murderous intentions, a very quiet murderous intention and hostility, which made people shudder, and made Pan Jiajun, who deeply loved Han Xuan, feel distressed for a while.

But just when he felt a hint of depression, suddenly thunder broke out, and under the lightning, the face of the person in front of him suddenly changed, and it turned into the appearance of his father, King Pan.

Father Pan Wang glared at him with a jealous and stern expression: Useless bastard! You are so depressed for the sake of your children's love?! What is the face of your Pan family, and what is your dignity as a descendant of the Pan family? !

At this moment, Pan Jiajun's heart suddenly trembled.

But the lightning and thunder didn't stop at all. With the sound of thunder again, the appearance of the person in front of him changed again.

This time, it turned out to be another person!

Is it... is it Lorraine? ! !

That's right, the person sitting in front of Pan Jiajun this time turned out to be Lorraine.

There was also a smile on this guy's face, which seemed to be the grin of death, which made people involuntarily get goosebumps all over.

Lorraine?

Facing Pan Jiajun's surprised, stunned, and solemn expression, Lorraine still smiled without saying a word.

...I should have known, I can't leave you as a scourge! Pan Jiajun suddenly shouted in the dream, and flew towards Lorraine. He didn't know when he had a long knife in his hand. , and slashed Lorraine's forehead like this!

However, just as he was about to fall, he suddenly heard a voice: Brother? You... what's the matter with you??

Shh!

The long knife suddenly stopped, stopped on the forehead of the man in front of him, and was about to cut it off, but the man at the moment changed his face again.

Ting... Tingting!?

Pan Jiajun took two steps back, the long knife in his hand fell to the ground, and he was extremely confused.

Yeah, brother, it's me, what happened to you? Why did you kill me? Pantene looked at herself with a very puzzled and sad expression, Could it be... you hate me so much? Just because I fell in love with Luo Lin, just because I fell in love with your rival? You're going to kill me...

Seeing Panting's sad look, Pan Jiajun hurriedly said, No, no, Tingting, I...

Boom!!

There was another loud thunder, and Pan Jiajun only made a sound of Ah, woke up from his sleep, and got rid of this boundless, absurd, and terrifying nightmare.

…………

Carefully recalling all the contents of his dream, Pan Jiajun shuddered again and almost sneezed again.

This strange dream...it's too weird. - I've always been in good physical and mental state, basically I don't have dreams, let alone nightmares. It's really weird, maybe I have a cold, so Not in a good state.

Pan Jiajun gently touched his forehead, and found that he was sweating coldly, and he felt a frightened feeling in his heart. He was very energetic and couldn't sleep even if he wanted to, so he sat up and walked slowly to the balcony outside.

In fact, even he himself doesn't know... This habit of his is exactly the same as that of Lorraine.

This is what a person who likes to think likes to do, walk to the balcony and look into the distance.

Men especially, and they are young men, they like to look into the distance and look ahead to their ambitions, which will prevent people from digging into the horns of many things.

...Maybe, it's because I'm obsessed with Han Xuan recently, and I've gone too far? Pan Jiajun lit a cigarette and thought silently in his heart.

Of course, what he cared about most was Lorraine.

He didn't know why Lorraine, who had never been in his eyes, appeared in his dream.

Maybe...he subconsciously placed Lorraine as a potential rival?

and……

Pan Jiajun also knew that recently his father took the initiative to talk to Lorraine. Moreover, he also sent his younger sister Pantene to meet Lorraine privately, as if trying to broker a marriage.

But what is very interesting is that in the end, Lorraine does not seem to want this to be a marriage, but is very conservative, and gradually maintains a friendly relationship with the Pan family from the surface to the inside. ——To be honest, very few families in the capital dare to treat their Pan family with such an attitude.

What a joke, the Pan family, known as the largest wealthy family in the capital for many years, even took the initiative to make friends with each other, and the other party slowed down the pace of getting closer. What's more important... Father Pan Wang doesn't seem to care at all, as if all this seems very natural.

...Even though Pan Jiajun didn't say anything, he was still very upset from the bottom of his heart.

Everyone has flaws.

Even Pan Jiajun, who is almost perfect in the eyes of the young people of the rich and powerful in the capital, is no exception. However, how much of his shortcomings... I am afraid, in this world, no one knows better than Lorraine.

He died at his hands in the last life, and this life has investigated him deeply.

In fact, Pan Jiajun... is a man who must be punished.

Yes, that's right, he's a narrow-minded character who will be vindictive.

Although, in front of everyone, including his own family, he is open-minded, open-minded, elegant and noble, but the inferiority in his heart reveals a narrow message. The reason why he has always been very open-minded is because he has not encountered things that he cares about. Of course, in the past, he always regarded the travel between the giants as a game, this kind of playful mentality, Naturally, it will create an almost perfect character.

But ever since he met Han Xuan, ever since he realized that Lorraine...maybe a character who is no weaker than himself in every way.

The playfulness in his heart gradually closed.

And once he gets serious, then the real genes in his bones will quietly expand. Of course, when you attach importance to a person, his mentality of must do it, must get it will make him stronger and make him no longer gentle.

It is rude to say that Pan Jiajun, who is serious, is a very, very, very scary character!

…………

Clap.

Putting out the cigarette butt in his hand, Pan Jiajun finally smiled. With an intriguing smile on his face, he gently shook his head, squinted his eyes and smacked his lips, This dream reminds me... Should I get serious?

ps: The third update. This is to make up for what was missing yesterday. So... it's back to the progress of the twenty-fourth shift.