"Oh, I'm wrong.
It's not that I can't afford it, but I'll feel bad if I pay it."
After Fan Wei said this, he glanced at Jiang Jing outside the elevator and said, "Jiang Jing, don't come in."
Jiang Jing forced a smile and got into the elevator.
"Fan Wei, which floor do you live on?
Do you and Miss Jiang live together?"
Fan Tao saw Jiang Jing at this time and suddenly realized a very serious problem.
He widened his eyes and said, "You two can't be" Jiang Jing blushed when she heard this.
Of course she knew that Fan Wei's father must have misunderstood that she and Fan Wei were in a relationship when they shared a room.
She was about to explain, but Fan Wei just smiled lightly and said, "We are Stay in one room.”
"Fan Wei, you" Jiang Jing wanted to retort anxiously, but was stopped by Fan Wei and asked, "Jiang Jing, don't we share a room?"
Jiang Jing saw that the more Fan Wei said that his father's face was getting uglier, she couldn't help hurriedly waving her hands and explaining to Fan Tao, "Uncle Fan, please don't get me wrong.
Although Fan Wei and I live in the same room, it is a presidential suite.
Two bedrooms, we are not the kind of relationship you think, Fan Wei and I are just ordinary friends."
As soon as Jiang Jing's words came out, not only Fan Tao's eyes widened in shock, but also Fan Jian on the side opened his mouth and was completely dumbfounded.
Cui Lin covered her mouth, as if she had just heard something incredible.
"You, what did you just say?
You guys live in the presidential suite."
Fan Tao was really shocked.
What a joke.
His son actually lived in the best presidential suite in this hotel.
What is the concept of a presidential suite as Tangtang?
Mr.
Director, how could he not understand that others might not be surprised to live in the top and most luxurious room, but who is the person living in now?
It is his son, the one who followed him as a worker and was so poor that he could barely afford food and clothing. ex-wife "Haha, this is really the funniest joke I've ever heard in the world.
You can afford to live in the presidential suite.
I guess you don't even know what the presidential suite is called."
How could Fan Jian believe that his poor brother Ding Dangxiang, who has always been poor?
You might suddenly be able to afford the best wine.
The best room in the hotel.
This is simply more fantasy than fantasy.
He sneered and didn't believe it at all.
"Let me ask you, there are two kinds of presidential suites here.
Which one do you live in?
Don't think I don't know.
I I happened to ask the waiter about it in the afternoon out of curiosity."
"It's just a room, is there any need to make such a fuss?"
Fan Wei looked at the incredible faces of his father and brother, and suddenly became interested in stimulating them.
Didn't they always think that they could only be poor in this life?
Just let them take a good look.
He, Fan Wei, will one day be incomparable to them.
Even if he leaves them, even if he chooses his poor mother, he, Fan Wei, will one day be able to stand tall and stand above their heads.
Looking at Fan Jian with a sneer on his face, Fan Wei shrugged helplessly and said, "Nothing, it's just an A-type presidential suite in 8888 for one night.
If you have the money, you can stay there, of course, these four nights It has been booked by me.
If you want to stay, you have to wait until I leave.
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Of course, I don’t know if the one in type B 6666 is occupied.”
"Impossible, how could you lie to someone?
You, a poor boy like you, can live in a room worth more than 8,000 yuan a night.
Don't make yourself fat.
How could I not know how little you have?"
Fan Jian still said He doesn't believe what Fan Wei said.
In his eyes, he has always had a sense of superiority towards Fan Wei.
He has always looked down on his poor mother and poor brother.
He could look down on him before, and he can look down on him now.
He has even looked down on him.
It was determined that Fan Wei must be bragging.
Fan Tao said with a sullen face, "Fan Wei, you really live in the presidential suite."
Fan Wei smiled coldly, "I can't help you if you don't believe me.
I don't live for you.
Why should I make you believe it?
Sorry, I'm going up to rest.
Goodbye."
After he finished speaking, he pressed the elevator button. , and at this moment, he said again, "Oh, of course, if you don't believe it, I think you can just ask the front desk who lives in the Type A Presidential Suite."
The elevator finally closed.
Fan Tao and Fan Jian looked at each other.
Cui Lin stood aside and couldn't help but smile bitterly and said, "Dad, let's go.
Mom is still waiting for us at home."
Fan Tao nodded with a helpless smile, but at this moment, Fan Jian ran towards the hall like the wind.
He wanted to expose his brother's lies.
He absolutely did not believe that Fan Wei, a poor man, could live there.
A place as luxurious as the presidential suite "Waiter, please help me check if the person living in the A-type presidential suite is a boy named Fan Wei."
Fan Tao rushed to the front desk without saying a word and shouted to the waiter.
The waiter was about to say that guest information should not be disclosed easily, but when she saw that standing in front of the stage was Director Fan's son, whom the municipal party secretary had personally picked up and accompanied, she couldn't help but swallow her words and began to inquire.
Soon, the waiter turned to Fan Jian with a smile and said, "Mr.
Fan, I have checked for you.
The person who lives in the A-type presidential suite is indeed a Mr.
Fan Wei."
"Boom!"
Fan Jian's brain felt as if someone had smashed it open with a hammer, and it went blank for an instant.
How could it be possible?
How could it be like this?
At this moment, Fan Jian's so-called sense of superiority was quickly torn and dissipated.
He felt as if someone had taken off his clothes and exposed his body.
He was so angry and so angry. helpless "Why did a poor guy become so rich?
Why on earth?"
Fan Jian suddenly stamped his foot on the ground like crazy and murmured, "For a better future, I gave up my mother.
What's the point?"
A traitor who keeps his promise, what is he doing?
Is it because I have a sense of superiority following my father, so that I can defeat my brother who is better than me and more favored than me since I was a child?
But now, who can tell me, why, why he suddenly became more fucking rich than me?
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What the hell is going on with the money?”
Amid Fan Jian's low roar, Fan Tao and Cui Lin had just arrived at the front desk.
When Fan Tao saw Fan Jian being so rude and angry, he already guessed that what his poor son just said was not a lie, let alone bragging, but the truth.
"Fan Wei, I really underestimated you."
Fan Tao sighed helplessly, with a wry smile on his lips.
But he didn't have Fan Jian's anger.
As a father, who doesn't want his son to be more promising and better than himself?
Although Fan Wei doesn't know where he got so much money, he believes that his son will not do anything sneaky, and that's enough , enough When Fan Wei and Jiang Jing returned to the presidential suite, Fan Wei couldn't help but let out a deep breath.
Jiang Jing put the things in the living room, sat next to him and comforted him, "Fan Wei, your father actually thinks about you sometimes."
"I don't need him to think about me.
I have my own sense of proportion."
Fan Wei curled his lips and shook his head.
"No more, let's go.
Today is a good day.
We should go to the bar to celebrate."
"Why don't you go and celebrate here?"
Jiang Jing was obviously a little scared and looked uncomfortable.
"Haha, I'm not letting you go to the battlefield.
You can't escape."
Fan Wei pulled Jiang Jing up and walked toward the door with a smile, "You must accompany me today."
"Okay."
Jiang Jing nodded helplessly.
She also knew that Fan Wei was not in a good mood, so she should spend more time with him.
Just like Fan Wei always encouraged herself in the audience when she was standing on the stage, she also had to do something for Fan Wei.
As long as he was in a better mood, go to the bar: