"Great!" Han Jifeng left, and Ling Shanshan happily puffed powder on her face in the mirror.

"Hmph." Seeing her like this, Mu Yanqing snorted coldly and said, "Sister Shanshan, I said you, what kind of idea did you have?" ”

"What do you little devils know?" Ling Shanshan snorted coldly, "Dahan has a group of exclusive models, if Xiaoyu goes in to work, you can arrange for me to go in the catwalk, as long as I enter the Korean Group, Han Jifeng will be in my Ling Shanshan's bag." ”

"......" Mu Yanqing listened, shook her head, and sighed in her heart, this woman really loves to daydream.

"Xiaoyu, you listen to me, you must work hard and get me into the main show, maybe I can become the spokesperson of Korean clothing like Xu Huixing. Okay, you have a good rest, I'm going to go to the gym and get ready to enter Korea as a model, bye-bye. ”

Looking at her back as she scratched her head and left, Mu Yanqing shook her head.

"Yeon-yeon, there's something I want to tell you." There were only two people left in the ward, and Ling Tongyu decided to tell her good friend everything.

"What do you say? Han Jifeng is ......" After listening to Ling Tongyu's narration, Mu Yanqing stood up in surprise, the news was too shocking, she lowered her voice and asked, "You said that Han Jifeng was the strange man six years ago, Xiaoxi's biological father. ”

Ling Tongyu nodded.

"Oh my God, this ...... The news was so shocking, so shocking, I really couldn't digest it at once. However, I now finally understand why Tian Tian has extraordinary courage and wisdom beyond her age, it turns out that she has Han Jifeng's blood in her bones, this man who graduated from Harvard Business School at the age of 17 with the first grade, served as the vice president of Korea International, the largest chaebol group in the country at the age of 18, and officially took over the entire Korea Group at the age of 23 and became the president of the group. Mu Yanqing remembered that Xiaoxi actually ran to find Han Jifeng alone and moved him over to save Le Xuan, and she still couldn't help but be amazed, the average little kid can't wipe his butt when he is five years old!

Ling Tongyu sighed, thinking of Xiaoxi, her heart felt a deep sense of helplessness and melancholy.

"What if he knows that Xiaoxi is his daughter, and he doesn't know what will happen, Yanyan, what should I do now?"

"Light rain." Mu Yanqing carefully held her friend's injured hand, "Don't you think that there is a kind of fate between their father and daughter?" Now, Han Jifeng promised to provide you with a job, I think, for Xiaoxi, you might as well try to work hard, after all, children without a father are very pitiful. ”

Looking at his friend's gaze, Ling Tongyu's heart was unprecedentedly contradictory.

Blessing Garden.

This is the ancestral house of the Han family, the ancestral house has a total of three floors, each floor has an area of nearly 1,000 square meters, antique, it has a history of nearly two hundred years, the ancestors of the Han family have been an official residence, this ancestral house is said to be rewarded by the emperor that year.

However, Han Jifeng had moved out of the ancestral house eight years ago, and occasionally came back to have a meal with his grandfather Han Shitian, or take a walk, read books, raise flowers, and play chess.

When Han Jifeng's father joined the Han family, Han Jifeng took his mother's surname, but when he was eight years old, his parents died due to an accident.

When Han Jifeng's car approached Fuyuan, the antique carved gate that was said to be worth 50 million yuan slowly opened, and the car drove into Fuyuan and stopped, and Han Jifeng got out of the car.

The butler immediately stepped forward and bowed, "Young Master, you're back." ”

"Hmm." Han Jifeng nodded slightly and asked, "What about grandpa?" ”

"The old gentleman recently got an antique from the Song Dynasty, Miss Ye is accompanying him in the study to appreciate it, and the old gentleman said that the eldest young master will go to the study to find him after he comes back." The housekeeper took the coat handed over by Han Jifeng and replied.

"Hmm." Han Jifeng walked into the ancestral house, this big room exudes a classical atmosphere everywhere, and every piece of furniture in it is priceless.

Han Jifeng walked straight to the door of Han Shitian's study, raised his hand and knocked on the door-

"Come in." An old, but still energetic voice came through the crack in the door, and Han Jifeng pushed open the door and walked in.