My name is Zeng Jing, the son-in-law of a wealthy family, but I have time powers

Leng Ruolan suddenly appeared, "Food and accommodation are included, right? That's just in time. Our rental house has expired and the landlord has stopped renting it. We are looking for a place to move. We may sleep on the street tomorrow night."

"Junyi, why didn't you tell me?"

"This... I haven't had time to say it yet."

"I have an apartment in Xuefu Garden. You can move there. It's vacant anyway."

Zhou Junyi thought Zeng Jing was trying to save her face, so she didn't say anything.

Leng Ruolan's eyes lit up, "Okay, let's go take a look after dinner."

Birthdays are just like that. Leng Ruolan also has a boyfriend, who seems to be a white-collar worker. He ordered a huge three-layer cake for Leng Ruolan.

"Sister, when is your birthday? I will order a bigger one for you."

Zhou Junyi had a wry smile on her face, "A rural child, who knows that he won't be able to celebrate his birthday? 19 is not a big day, and he usually won't celebrate it."

"It's okay. Brother will give it to you this year. It should be soon, right?"

Zhou Junyi nodded, "Soon, next month."

After the meal, the guests left one after another.

Zhou Junyi walked out holding Zeng Jing's arm.

"Jun Yi, shall I take you back? It's a long way. It will take at least 10 minutes to walk back." Leng Ruogang drove a Volkswagen and stuck his head out.

Zeng Jing waved, and the doorman came over to take the car keys, "No, we have a car."

A Mercedes-Benz 600 drove over. Leng Ruogang's face was ashen, he opened the door and drove away.

Leng Ruolan walked out, and the three of them went to the academy garden together.

"Handsome guy, I don't see that you are quite rich. You drive a Mercedes-Benz 600 and have a private house. The house in the school garden is not cheap. Just a house costs several million, right?"

"It's not that expensive. It only cost 500 million that year."

This tone is so relaxed, as if 500 million is a drop in the bucket.

When Leng Ruolan arrived at the academy garden, she knew it was not simple when she saw the decorations inside.

They are all famous brands, and I'm afraid I can't get them without hundreds of thousands.

It seems that Zeng Jing is really rich. Zhou Junyi also said that Zeng Jing is a rural child and comes from her hometown, which is obviously a lie.

"Jun Yi, I may not come over these days. You should take this card first. It probably doesn't cost much. I just used it for the last meal. The password is three zeros and three ones."

"Brother, no, I have money myself."

"I've agreed to take care of food and housing, but can I let you spend money? I'm your boyfriend, do you want to break up?"

Zhou Junyi immediately fell silent. There was Leng Ruolan next to her, so she couldn't show any flaws.

The two decided to stay here at night and move tomorrow.

"Brother, we live here, what should you do?"

"I live in Villa No. [-] of Jinding Mansion. If you have anything to do, call me and I'll be here soon."

Leng Ruolan was shocked, "Jinding Mansion Villa, my God! Is it tens of millions for a set?"

Zeng Jing didn't know how much it was, so she turned around and left without paying attention to Leng Ruolan.

If it weren't for his sister's sake, he would never pay attention to a girl like Leng Ruolan.

Zhou Junyi saw Zeng Jing driving away from the window, only to realize that she had misunderstood Zeng Jing.

It turns out that they are really rich and they are not just pretending.

Leng Ruolan opened the closet and shouted, "Junyi, look, there are so many famous brand clothes, Armani, this suit costs at least 10,000+."

"Ruolan, don't turn around."

"Hey! Who is this woman? She is so beautiful."

Zhou Junyi was also envious when she saw Xinxin's photo. She looked like the kind of rich lady who was prettier than herself.

In fact, Zhou Junyi is not bad either, but she rarely dresses up, so she looks like Cinderella.

Maybe she was her brother's girlfriend, Zhou Junyi felt sad.

Handsome, rich, powerful and kind to herself, Zeng Jing seems to be on the verge of recovery.