The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

After successfully attending the concert and returning to Black Swan Castle, Lin Jue's face was always stinky.

Since he was a child, this is the first time he has been praised by a girl like this:

"Gives goosebumps," "provokes violent urges," and, most odiously, "even the most caring breeder will be denied food."

This is simply the biggest blow to Lin Jue!

Lin Ao had a calm expression on his face, anyway, he didn't suffer any disadvantages, the unlucky thing was that Lin Jue acted as a shield.

"Lin Ao, how are you going to compensate me!"

The corner of Lin Ao's mouth slightly curved: "You are my brother, right?"

"Now that I think of me as your elder brother, it's too much! It took me so much to make a good impression on Ke Yin, and now I'm completely ruined by you!"

Lin Jue had no choice but to beat up his younger brother Lin Ao, but his reason told him that such behavior was too stupid.Playing sparring with Lin Ao, Lin Jue can only be beaten.

Therefore, Lin Ao was naturally detached.

"Lin Ao, Lin Jue, let's go to Uncle's house tonight, I haven't seen Uncle Ye Qian and Uncle Ye Chen for a long time, I miss them very much."

"it is good."

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Park 1872, International Apartments.

"You want to go back to India now?!"

"Um."

Xi Shao Si Ming lay lazily on the sofa, looking at Ling Huaxi who just came out of the bathroom.

In order to divert the attention of the pervert, Ling Huaxi handed over a faxed document to Xishao Siming.

Let Ling Huaxi go back to India, of course he was absolutely unwilling to let Ling Huaxi go back to India, but after seeing the fax list in Ling Huaxi's hand, he only had a shocked expression on his face.

"Are you kidding me?"

"I also really want to know what's going on here."

When Ling Huaxi first received this leaflet, he also had the same expression as Xishao Siming, but it was signed by Indian Prime Minister Sindi and his personal seal, Ling Huaxi was sure that it was true.

"Vidya, I mean Lin Nuanxi plans to hold a wedding with Samar next week?!"

"Well, weddings are very important in India, and all relatives of both parties must be present."

That's why Prime Minister Xin Di personally sent this secret fax to his son Ling Huaxi who was far away in China.

Xishao Siming raised his hand and rubbed his aching temple: "What has that guy Yaori been doing in India for so long?"

Ling Huaxi also hesitated in his heart, Beitang Yaori's feelings for his sister Lin Nuanxi, he has seen everything in his eyes for the past five years.

Even if Lin Nuanxi lost his memory, it is impossible for Beitang Yaori to watch Lin Nuanxi and Samar get married.

Whether this is good for Beitang Yaori or Lin Nuanxi, no one will be happy at all.

"Master Xi, I will leave for India tomorrow."

"I'll go with you."

Ling Huaxi was slightly startled: "No, the Dragon King Society still needs your management."

"Are you going to stay in India forever?"

"of course not."

"Then it's over, I'll go with you, and when I come back, everyone who doesn't pull back will have to come back!"

Xishao Siming didn't want that Indian father to use Lin Nuanxi as an excuse to call Ling Huaxi to India again and again.

The safer way is to bring back all the people who should come back!

Ling Huaxi understands Xi Shao Si Ming's character so well that no matter how much he stops him, this guy will still follow him to India secretly, it's better to go with him openly.