The fake daughter was not exposed today

Xiao You was arranged to stay in the room next to Jiang Fu. After cleaning up the place, he took away a bunch of Jiang Fu's little gadgets.

He quietly built a nest out of his toys, just as his father had taught him on the Timeless Isle.

"Creator007, you have to learn to piece these together so that we can rebuild everything after we stop that catastrophe." The man with golden eyes stroked his head.

Obviously, genetically speaking, they are biological father and son, but the man's attitude towards him is not friendly.

It's like the superior giving instructions to the inferior.

"Xiao You, I got you a blanket." Jiang Fu opened the door and handed him a blanket printed with a fiery red peony. "It's going to be very cold tonight because the temperature is dropping."

"Yeah." Xiao You let her make the bed for him and set the timer for the electric blanket.

Lying in the warm bed, he felt a little overwhelmed.

This place is completely different from the constant temperature of Eternal Island, and the heating method is a bit too simple, but he just thinks this method is... good.

It's strange that he likes this kind of low-end technology, but his basic consciousness shows that he likes it very much.

Thinking of the question he had searched for, he took out his phone and searched again.

What is like?

Jiang Fu was quite used to his original routine of going back and forth between home and school.

The hooligans near the school have become much more low-key, and even the former troublemakers of No. 5 Middle School rarely talk back to teachers in class.

There is one more person in the after-class live study group.

Sheng Nian looked at her and handed her the book, "How is this made?"

Jiang Fu circled the key points for her and then began to explain.

"The functions you are learning now are relatively simple. You can selectively substitute these numbers to guess the answer." She gave a demonstration.

Not quite understanding, Sheng Nian nodded and continued to digest it.

Rather than letting her father continue to harass her mother, she would rather study hard and take the old man's family business into her own hands.

If you think about it carefully, it’s pretty cool to be the CEO.

"Sister Fu, I heard about you and that old woman. Although I can't stand her, I really can't cure her." Jing Xiao complained in a low voice.

Cui Ningyu has his son by his side and the support of the Jing family's shareholders, so he has no way to deal with him.

"She is indeed difficult to deal with." Jiang Fu lowered his eyes.

Unless Cui Ningyu makes a big mistake, his position cannot be shaken.

"And now she's trying to make trouble again," he poked his head with the pen and organized his words. "My cousin who ran away from home to start a business hasn't been engaged yet, so she wants to make a fuss about it."

The old lady actually wanted to marry her cousin to her nephew. Although the nephew was not ugly, had no bad habits, and looked decent after being packaged, he knew it after just a few words of conversation.

That person is just as ignorant as him.

No, he shouldn't compare himself with his current self. He can already score 90 points in math now, which is the same as his previous self who had not been tamed by Sister Fu.

"Think about my cousin, she's the boss of an investment company at such a young age. She's beautiful and has long legs. It would be such a shame if she died at the hands of someone like that."

Jiang Fu thought this setting sounded familiar. "Is your cousin called Jing Bailu?"

"Sister Fu, have you opened your third eye?" Jing Xiao sighed.

"No, I just knew her."

Jiang Fu also had a headache.

When she thinks about it, it’s quite sad that girls can’t escape the pressure to get married when they reach a certain age.

Rather than falling into the hands of her useless nephew named Cui, she suddenly felt that it would be better to let Brother Xiaobai get the beauty.

At least, Brother Xiaobai still respects her, and they are still interested in each other.

She quickly took out her cell phone and contacted Shan Congyi.

On Friday, she will bring Brother Xiaobai to intercept Cui Ningyu.

Hegang High School.

After Jiang Yiran finished the exam, he heard the discussion among the students in front of him.

"Hatsuyuki, what do you think is the solution to the last question?"

"I'm not really sure either." The girl chatted with a few people casually and naturally, with her back straight.

If the voice hadn't changed, Jiang Yiran would have been unable to recognize it. It was Tong Chuxue.

"Why are you being so modest? You said you weren't sure last time, and then you got first place in the class in physics. Is this the hypocrisy of a top student?" the girl teased.

"Then I'll tell you what I think, it may not be right."

The sound of their discussion gradually became shrill.

Jiang Yiran recalled the undercurrents in the class recently, which were more or less dissatisfied with her. Even Sheng Zhou would occasionally say something like "Jing Yilan is not bad" which made her irritated.

In the center's lecture hall, she met Jing Yilan who was with several students.

The girl played the familiar song "Empire" with melodious sound.

"The emotions here are more lingering. I'll demonstrate it to you and you can experience it yourself." She looked at the younger students in the orchestra.

Several younger students listened attentively.

"Thank you, senior sister."

She stared at the figure from behind and found it more and more annoying.

Be it Jing Yilan, Jiang Fu, or Tong Chuxue, they were all just small characters that she looked down upon at the beginning, but without her knowing, they gradually occupied a larger position in her sight.

If she wants these people to stop being an eyesore and if she wants to return to her original superior position where she looks down on all the other mountains, all she has to do is keep climbing up.

She must make a name for herself at the art exchange meeting on Friday.

She has to go and give Ji Qunqing some advice.

Come back home.

Pu Qiubai was cooking. Jiang Fu thought about it and said it directly.

"Brother Xiaobai, can you accompany me to the art exchange meeting on Friday?"

"What's wrong?" Pu Qiubai felt a little uneasy when he heard this request.

This is not a good omen.

"I want you to help me find some artwork that's suitable for attracting wealth. After all, as you know, we have a few..."

Pu Qiubai's mind was as clear as a mirror, and he realized that something was wrong. It seemed that this time it was about him.

Is it related to Jing Bailu?

Thinking of her, his heart was beating fast.

"Okay." He entered the room.

After rummaging for a while, he found a fairly gorgeous Tang suit and hung it up.

Xiao You stared at the clothes and for some reason, thought of the problem he had been studying all night yesterday.

To like something means to do your best to take action for the people or things you care about.

So, Pu Qiubai likes the sister named Jing Bailu.

"Brother Xiaobai, come on."

Without warning, he clenched his fist.

No, that doesn’t seem to be the right action. Never mind, as long as you get the idea.

Pu Qiubai looked at the child's inexplicable fist-collecting movement, puzzled, and then understood.

Although Jiang Fu's younger brother's head is full of knowledge, he is still slightly mentally retarded.

Time flies and Friday is here in the blink of an eye.

Ji Xueqing followed his brother into the art exchange meeting with a heavy heart.

The scene was more simple than expected, seemingly to better showcase the artwork itself. The lighting in the venue was also specially arranged.

"Don't look so depressed. It will give Miss Jiang a bad impression when you meet her later." Ji Qunqing patted her on the back.

They are here to please investors, not to wait for investors to come and get close to them.