Si Yu has a habit that he can't give up, that is, he likes to smoke when he is in a bad mood...

Quan Jin paused his steps.

turn around;

He raised his head and looked at Si Yu.

Quan Jin said... She has a different body, identity, and even personality. How could she be so cold-blooded and ruthless?

Suddenly a kind heart came into being.

"Are you angry?" Si Yu asked cautiously.

Even the look he looked at Quan Jin was unfamiliar.

She couldn't remember her...

Si Yu, who was wearing a red dress, had a charming smile, and held a cigarette between his fingers. He would follow her wherever he went and whatever he did. He no longer remembered her.

"No." Quan Jin shook his head.

"...Do you know me?"

"Or, have I seen you somewhere? I always feel that you look familiar." Si Yu asked tentatively.

The girl in front of him was obviously smiling, but... Si Yu felt like his heart was aching because her smile contained a trace of imperceptible self-blame.

Quan Jin stretched out his fair and slender hand and landed it in front of Si Yu: "Let's get to know each other again. I am Quan Jin."

Si Yu lowered his head and looked at Quan Jin's outstretched hand: "When I called..."

"Si Yu."

Quan Jin interrupted Si Yu's introduction: "Your name is Si Yu, Si of the top royal family in Fengjiang, the name of Long Yan Feng Yu."

"Okay." As soon as Si Yu's words of rejection came to his lips, he subconsciously changed his words.

There is a kind of intuition and trust, no matter how long we have known each other or where we met, it is the first time I see you that I recognize you. For Quan Jin, it doesn't matter whether Si Yu has memory or not.

The important thing is.

If she is alive, she is fine.

-

As soon as Butler Fang returned to his family, the first thing he did was contact Fengjiang headquarters.

Butler Fang's hands were trembling with excitement when he thought that if he reported the news about Quan Jin's impersonation, he would definitely get praise and awards from his superiors.

"Beep-beep!"

"Connecting." Listening to the report on the contact phone, Butler Fang was so nervous that his heart almost jumped out of his chest.

pity--

The next second, he was blacklisted by Fengjiang Headquarters!

Blocked?

Butler Fang was petrified. It was not until this moment that he deeply realized the difference between a lower-class family and the headquarters. It was similar to the difference between a small family in Jiangcheng, China, and Jiuzhou!

"dad."

"If you can't contact the headquarters, you can contact the upper-class or middle-class families!"

On the way here, Butler Fang had already told his daughter everything.

After hearing this suggestion, Butler Fang quickly contacted the Shang family. After waiting for a long time, an impatient and condescending voice sounded from the other party: "What's the matter?"

Butler Fang's heart trembled.

He quickly and respectfully said: "Hello, sir."

"I am from the Fang family, a lower-class family."

"I just saw someone pretending to be the little master at the gate of the academy. She has a purple chip!"

Isn't he just pretending to be the little master? What's all the fuss about...

etc!

As if he had captured some important information, the face of the originally lazy upper-class family suddenly changed, and he quickly asked anxiously: "You, what did you say?"

"Is there a purple chip?"

No!

impossible!

The young master will not return to the feudal territory until a month later, so it cannot be the young master.

And the little master...

The fake 'young master' at the Fengjiang headquarters was arranged by the upper class families while the young master was away.

You know, the young master will not return until a month later.

By the time he comes back, the entire Fengjiang has changed its owner. Moreover, the superior family has determined that the real master will never return to Fengjiang!

Because that person named Quan Jin likes freedom!

"OK!"

"Someone dares to pretend to be my mistress without fear of death? She belongs to a lower-class family?"

The upper-class family who answered the phone said in an angry voice: "What's your name? I'll send someone to the lower-class college now."

There are very few people in the entire territory who know the full name of the young master.

But the person who answered the phone happened to be one of them.

So next—

The words Butler Fang answered, or... the name he answered, made the confident and confident upper-class family's face instantly turn pale, and his pupils contracted violently...
Chapter completed!