Chapter 1

Dizzy, groggy, heavy open eyelids, the luxuriously decorated roof, the body lies on a classical European-style bed, the bedroom is large, and the surrounding decorations are quite luxurious, with some star pictorials on the walls. After distinguishing it, I only knew Xu Guanjie, a generation god of singing in Xiangshi.

What is going on, am I on my way to the client company? The night before, I rushed to make a proposal to the client. I was busy all night, smoked two packs of cigarettes, and Red Bull drank a mention.

This is a sharp pain coming from the head. It hurts. It hurts too much. I beat my head with my hand while rolling on the bed. The cold sweat has soaked my whole body. It seems that the head doesn’t hurt until half a century. Ease…

His eyes became more energetic, and the expression on his face slowly became more exciting. There was luck, confusion, and grief, and finally turned into a big laugh.

The pain just now was a huge memory instilled in his mind. Ni Shixiao is 16 years old this year, and both of his parents have died.

Father Ni Gan, who started from scratch, has an older brother who is unwilling to mention; mother Li Yunxiang, an offshoot of the Li family in Xiangshi, and the cousin who is now at the helm.

Yesterday was the death day of Ni Shixiao’s parents. The original owner mourned excessively and became drunk, and eventually died in bed drunk.

Ni Shixiao got up from the bed, carefully avoided the wine bottle on the floor and the pool of wine stains, walked into the bathroom and looked in the mirror. One of his eyes was dark, his face was sallow, and his long hair was yellow and gray. The headman style, with a big earring on the ears, the image is very decadent, the appearance after the hangover is obvious, the face is still a little handsome.(Read more @ wuxiax.com)

After washing, I walked out of the bathroom and came to the huge French window in the bedroom. I opened the curtains and turned white. The strong sunlight hit Ni Shixiao’s face. It was past noon.

Open the sliding glass door, walk to the balcony, take a deep breath, the air is fresh, there is lush woods outside the villa, and you can see Victoria Harbour from a distance. This is the legendary mid-levels.

I am grateful to the Taoist ancestors and traveled by myself. In 2019, a young white-collar worker who was doing nothing in 2019 and exhausted the last drop of energy to fill his stomach passed through to a rich second generation who has money, food, connections, no father, no mother, no brother Body, and it was a promising era, 1980.

Ni Shixiao’s father came here with his elder brother swimming in the water. He started working hard from the dock and was later appreciated as the boss’s secretary. However, his brother went on another path of no return. He parted ways because of disagreement, and never contacted him.

On the way home from a visit to Ricci, my parents had a car accident and died on the spot; Ni Shixiao didn’t understand before, but now he has changed his soul in 2019. If you think about it, this car accident is very intriguing. It seems that you need to check it carefully in the future.

I am now in a mansion in the middle of the mountain. The building occupies a large area. The main building is a five-story Gothic-style building, surrounded by a huge courtyard with a tennis court, swimming pool, and half a basketball. Fields, fitness facilities.

There is also a low-rise auxiliary building on the side, which is for the servants to stay and place sundries; there is also a large parking garage. This house will be placed in 2019. Don’t even want to buy it if you don’t have a few billions, and it’s here. You can’t buy a house with money, you have to have status.

The family’s funds are all in HSBC. Since the death of their parents, the family’s business has not been able to go on. Fortunately, Leech helped out and cashed out the company, sold the company and added the previous deposits. The bank should pay it back. There is less than 200 million. Ni Shixiao is still a teenager after all. Without human control, he drank and squandered tens of millions in gambling and gambling in the past two years.

When Ni Shixiao was arranging the memory in his mind, a knock on the door rang, and the sound of “Master has eaten” came.

According to memory, the person outside is supposed to be Aunt Huang; Aunt Huang is less than 40 years old this year, she looks very charming, has a healthy figure, and a face that has no traces of time. She was brought over by the soldiers who fled to Xiangshi. , He has a good skill.

Ni Shixiao replied to the outside: “Go down now.” He spoke Cantonese instead of Mandarin, which had been used for decades. He inherited his memory and even his language talent.

From today I am Ni Shixiao, and I silently thought that if I occupy your body, I will live for you, live a wonderful life, and will not disappoint God’s love.

After all, this kind of thing often happens in the novel, and the probability of being picked is even lower; now he has joined the world’s most mysterious organization “Feilu Orphanage”.

After tidying up a little bit, easing the emotions, and suppressing the unnecessary guilty conscience, Ni Shixiao went downstairs. On the first floor, there was a middle-aged woman in a plain cheongsam, dignified with a little charming.

A scene like this suddenly appeared in Ni Shixiao’s mind: “In the spring of the south of the Yangtze River, misty rain, a graceful woman holding an umbrella, wearing a plain cheongsam, her neck tall, and a slightly sad look in her eyes. Si, just walk in the rain like this…”.

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