"Slurp, slurp, the beauty even makes desserts so pleasing to the eye. Just looking at the macarons on the plate makes me want to eat them."
"How generous! The total amount of money won in this lottery must be several million, and there is even real estate... Is this the charm of the nouveau riche?"
"Don't use the word tuhao, it's insulting. This person is a real socialite, not one of those internet celebrities pretending to be rich."
"Miss, your name sounds nice too, Li Ran Li Ran, not Ran Chen Hui? By the way, I don't think I've seen this name before."
"There is a screenwriter named Li Ran in the Bai Ge series? Is it the same person?"
There is nothing in this world that is strange and unknown to netizens. Thanks to the efforts of netizens, Li Ran was finally exposed.
No one expected that the screenwriter of the 1990s series with excellent reputation would be the daughter of the Li family who has been in the spotlight recently.
After Lu Yuzhou found out, he also joined in the fun and posted a Weibo.
"Thank you @黎染screenwriter, without you I wouldn't have played the role of 㱕~ You are such a great writer, I wish you happiness every day and smooth sailing!"
When Li Ran's Weibo prize announcement was made, the technical staff worked overtime to expand the capacity of the server, fearing that too many people would cause the system to crash.
When the final list of winners came out, Li Ran was silent, and Qi Jingchuan was also silent.
The reason was nothing special, it was just because the person who won the property, according to the real-name system on his Weibo account, was actually named Fu Lanchen.
"Brother Jingchuan...is this his nickname? Otherwise it would be too much of a coincidence." Li Ran bit her lip. She didn't know why the name of Mr. Fu kept appearing around her recently.
Qi Jingchuan also frowned. The frequency of Mr. Fu's name appearing recently was quite high, so high that "the danger signal receiver above his head kept ringing."
After the lottery was over, Qi Jingchuan contacted the person who won the house immediately.
The moment he answered the phone, the man's voice on the other end confirmed to him that this was not his name. It just so happened that the man on the other end was the lingering Fu Lanchen, the eldest son of the Fu family.
Qi Jingchuan's throat tightened, and he pretended to be calm and spoke to him, "Mr. Fu, congratulations on winning a Jingcheng property. How do you want to claim the prize? If you don't need the property, you can also choose to cash it out."
"Well...can I ask Bo Qi himself to present the award to me?" Fu Lanchen asked.
Every time he asked his men to follow Li Ran recently, there was always another force trying to stop him in various ways.
And judging from their behavior, the other party seems to be a retired Chinese military officer.
Although the Fu family was not afraid of them, they also did not want to provoke the department that should not be provoked on Chinese territory.
In order to meet Li Ran, he thought of many ways, and finally the lottery on Weibo gave him a surprise.
It seems that God wants him to catch the little white rabbit!
Fu Lanchen recognized that the person on the other end of the phone was the man who pointed the Tang sword at him that day.
So I was not surprised to hear the other party refuse.
He didn't agree at all. It might be a very good method to make the man around the little white rabbit give up.
So the two men agreed on a time and place to meet, and hung up the phone with their own thoughts.
Qi Jingchuan decided to meet in the small apartment. To ensure safety, he secretly hid the Tang sword under the sofa in the room.
He knew that he couldn't beat Fu Lanchen, but as a man he couldn't say no!
Fu Lanchen came to the appointment alone, and his powerful strength made him completely ignore the young man in front of him.
"Qi Jingchuan, right? The heir of this generation of the Qi family is pretty good. Let's make a deal. You give me the little white rabbit, and I'll make your Qi family the richest family in China."
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