shock!The eldest daughter, she tore up the script of the wealthy cannon fodder

The man was wearing clothes from a beauty salon, and the white cotton fabric made his skin white and translucent.

Her hair was trimmed just right, with a three-quarter hairstyle unique to Korean drama male protagonists.

What's even worse is that his appearance is also of a melancholic type. His long and narrow eyebrows seem to be covered with a layer of autumn mist. When it sweeps over, it is light and light, which makes people pity him.

Wen Jiaojiao almost wanted to scream.

After living for more than twenty years, she finally saw an ideal man!

She stood up shyly and flipped her hair.

"Who are you, handsome man?"

Jiang Li had to stand up and cruelly patted Wen Jiaojiao on the shoulder.

"Jiaojiao, this is my second uncle."

Wen Jiaojiao:? ? ? ! ! !

"No." She began to doubt life again, "You told me that this handsome oxygen guy is the same person as the beggar just now?!"

Jiang Mingyu was about to break.

Although he knew that he was indeed dressed like a beggar.

But after all, he was once a big star who was popular at home and abroad, and was praised by everyone.

Now, he was suddenly called a stinky beggar.

It's hard not to have a gap.

"No, wait." Wen Jiaojiao took several steps back. The next second, she suddenly turned her head and stared at Jiang Mingyu at the door. "We are not sisters. Is your second uncle Jiang Tianshen reincarnated? Why did I have a crush on you?" The male gods look exactly the same?!"

He's still a beggar-turned-male god!

Wen Jiaojiao couldn't accept it.

But soon she discovered a fact that she couldn't accept even more.

"No, no, Jiang Tianshen has a mole in the middle of his right eyebrow. Why does your second uncle also have one?!"

There can't be anyone in the world who can be like this, right? !

Jiang Li coughed lightly, "I forgot to tell you, my second uncle, Jiang Mingyu, is the god Jiang Yu in your mouth."

Wen Jiaojiao:? ? ? ? ! ! ! !

She suddenly froze in place as if struck by lightning.

Jiang Mingyu didn't expect to bump into his fans so soon, and he became even more embarrassed, with two blushes on his face.

But he knew that the other person was Jiang Li's friend, so he could only stretch out his hand tremblingly.

"Hello, Miss Wen."

Wen Jiaojiao covered her mouth.

No wonder I heard this man's voice very familiar when I was in the teahouse before.

It turned out to be the idol she had grown up listening to!

Jiang Yu was her first celebrity fan, and half of the reason why she entered the entertainment industry was because of him.

She keeps every album he releases at home, and buys the latest ticket for every concert he holds.

But it's never been this close.

Because her idol is actually her good sister’s biological uncle! ! !

Wen Jiaojiao took a deep breath, and finally screamed uncontrollably.

Then she quickly shook Jiang Mingyu's hand, and then grabbed Jiang Li's shoulders.

"Damn it, why didn't you tell me earlier that Jiang Yu was your uncle? If you had told me earlier, I would have given you my life! My mother's as well!"

Her mother is also a fan of Jiang Yu.

Woohoo, she actually bullied Jiang Li before and bullied her idol's niece.

She is so inhuman.

Seeing Wen Jiaojiao being so excited, Jiang Mingyu became even more at a loss for a moment.

"Did I say something wrong? What happened to her?"

"It's okay." Jiang Li pushed Wen Jiaojiao aside, "Just let her calm down for a while. Let's get down to business first." Jiang Li said and sat down on the sofa.

"Tell me how I can help you get the money back."

Seeing Jiang Li so serious, Jiang Mingyu suddenly became even more nervous.

"But, but I have already called the police. There should be news soon."

"I have a faster way." Jiang Li took out a pen and handed it to Jiang Mingyu, "Draw out An Jing's appearance and draw as much of an image as you can. By the way, I'll say it again. What happened after you met her.”

Jiang Mingyu immediately understood what she was going to do, and opened his mouth in surprise.

"You want fortune telling? Can this be calculated?"

"The approximate direction can be calculated." Jiang Li said, "I have your horoscope, and based on your experience and her portrait, I can calculate her recent fortune."

Jiang Mingyu was surprised, but he still didn't dare to be vague at all, and hurriedly drew an outline of An Jing's appearance on the paper.

He had studied art before, and he had painted An Jing's portrait at the police station a few days ago, so he finished it quickly.

Jiang Li immediately started counting with his fingers, and then wrote a rough address on the paper.

"Give this address to the police responsible for contacting you and ask them to search the area."

Jiang Mingyu took the piece of paper and glanced at it.

It's a strange mark similar to a Bagua diagram.

"This" Jiang Mingyu was in trouble, "Can the police understand this?"

Jiang Li had no choice but to translate the coordinates into a coordinate that ordinary people could understand.

Looking at the range that was accurate to the latitude and longitude coordinates, Jiang Mingyu opened his mouth in surprise.

Half an hour later, the policeman sitting in the police station had the same reaction after seeing the note.

"Why did the upstart who came to report the crime send the other party's coordinates? They can't be in the same group, right?"

The colleague leaned over and took a look, "Didn't you see the Bagua picture above? I'm looking for a fortune teller."

The man was even more surprised, "Can you believe a fortune teller?"

"You don't understand this, right? Metaphysics are sometimes very good. Don't you know about our country's special investigation team for paranormal incidents? I heard that the people there are all big guys in metaphysics who are making stuff up."

The man opened his mouth again, and then slapped the note on the table.

"Okay, then let's go take a look around here first. Then you can contact Mr. Jiang and ask him to find this fortune teller as well, and we can make a record."

In a community in the northern suburbs.

Several men sat around the table and watched the woman in front of them pour out a sack of money like beans.

"I'll go, Sister Jing, you can do it this time, you actually got so much money!"

"Fuck, these should cost a million. Now I can spend them happily."

Zhang Jing smiled and threw the sack into the trash can.

"I was lucky this time. I met a stupid rich man and got the money without using my brain."

The man on the side was counting the money and said: "Aren't you afraid that he will call the police? We are so arrogant this time, what if the secret is exposed?"

"No." Zhang Jing waved her hand, "Your biological brother has already taken care of his funeral affairs. Even if he calls the police, there won't be any evidence. Besides, our place is very hidden and the police can't come here. .”

Their community is an old community that is about to be demolished. There are no buses nearby, and the monitoring equipment is very backward.

In order to hide her identity from others, she even opened an indoor barber shop.

However, as soon as he finished speaking, the door was knocked hard.

dong dong dong.

Outside the door, a man's voice sounded.

"Can I wash my hair here?"