Encountered Uncle Se's ex-husband came to find fault

Meng Beichen knew what she was thinking when he saw the look in her eyes. She never regarded this place as her home, but he had to let her blend in here.

Holding her tightly, he said slowly: "My mother is not Chinese, and the blood of the previous generation is too complicated, so I won't tell you one by one, let's start with the Patrick family.

The current patriarch of the family is my grandfather. He has only two daughters in his life. My mother and another aunt who have been at odds since childhood. There is no distinction between men and women in the selection of heirs in the family. Back then, my grandfather chose my mother, but my aunt did not. Dissatisfied, she tried every means to force my mother to leave France.

But what she didn't know was that my mother had already known my father at that time. Once she was selected as the heir, the other half of her life had to be decided by the current patriarch. I decided to come to China with my father.

The commotion was so fierce that my grandfather threatened that if she left, she would be removed from the family. This threat still failed to keep my mother. [

Later, I was born in Lincheng. When France heard about it, they even sent someone to tell my mother that as long as I was handed over to them for training, they would forgive her for what she did.

At that time, she didn't agree, but she didn't expect that when I was seven years old, I was forcibly taken to France, where I have been trained by their so-called heirs since then. I grew up with my aunt's son, Xiao Shike.

Like his mother, he puts fame and fortune above everything else. If her mother's wish cannot be fulfilled, he will fulfill it. He has the same training as me. Grandpa has to choose between the two of us.

It's just that he was too eager to show off, but what grandpa saw was introverted and steady. At the age of 20, grandpa announced that I was the next heir, and Xiao Shike hated me from then on.

If I hadn't met that Chinese girl, I think my fate would be to follow my grandfather's thoughts..."

"Chinese girl?" Han Yixing was fascinated by what she heard, but subconsciously interjected at this moment.

His voice was deep and pleasant, leaning against her ear, she was a little drunk, and those words were playing in front of her eyes like the image of a movie.

That's his story, and his mother's story, they are all so extraordinary, so is that a vigorous love?Intuitively, that Chinese girl is the one he likes...