Among the three major families, the Han family has maintained a relatively pure oriental bloodline, while the Ding family and the Roxon family have been intermarrying for a long time, and the degree of mixed blood between the East and the West is very deep.
At the beginning, there were some relatively good-looking mixed-race children in the Ding family and the Luo family, but whether it was accumulation over generations or natural law, there were fewer and fewer mixed-race children taking advantage of both sides, and more and more mixed-race children taking advantage of the shortcomings of both sides, and the good-looking ones accounted for more. A few.
Today's Ding family and Luo family are very ugly. Either their eyes are too big, their noses are too high, their ears are too wide, or their chins are too narrow. In short, you can tell at a glance. If he is very ugly and violates the rules, then he is probably from the Ding family and the Luo family. Such people cannot be offended.
Ding Chun, who has just turned 18, is an exception. His mother is a beautiful woman, which greatly enhances his appearance.
Pearl-like white skin, delicate facial features, and especially very clean eyes, showing the purity unique to people who have not read much.
Unfortunately, his father is an ugly man from the Roxon family, so Ding Chun is slightly shorter. Another disadvantage is that his ears are too big, and he has to cover them with long sideburns.
With his fashionable, flat-rolled hair and high-end suit, he seemed ready to speak in public or be interviewed on television.
"Ding Ling, we haven't seen each other for a while."
Ding Chun and Ding Ling were sitting on the single sofas on both sides of the coffee table in the living room. Annoying wind blew in from the window with a broken glass corner.
Ding Chun crossed his legs, his smile and sitting posture were full of aggression, while Ding Ling was much more reserved. The rabbit-eared girl carefully served coffee to her half-brother, but Ding Chun did not drink it.
Unlike Ding Chun, Ding Ling's bloodline does not contain the Luo family's ugly genes, so this marginalized member of the Ding family has a more perfect appearance and figure. It's just that Ding Ling didn't get any benefits because of her appearance and figure. Instead, she was jealous of her female colleagues and was marginalized in the magazine.
"Yeah, we haven't seen each other for a long time."
Ding Ling repeated Ding Chun's words meaninglessly, and she recalled the scene when they last met.
Although Ding Chun's father lived in the woman's house as if he were his wife's wife, and Ding Chun also took his mother's surname, the Luo family invested heavily in the Ding family's business. This political marriage was not a relationship between a strong woman and a weak man.
Ding Ling's mother had a scandal of giving birth to a daughter before marriage, and she always gave in when getting along with her husband. Although Ding Chun's surname was Ding, he was more like the Luo family, and he learned the domineering Luo family at a young age.
A few years ago, the Ding family and the Luo family jointly held a dinner. Ding Ling, who was not eligible to participate, was waiting outside the building. Her mother only came out when the dinner was about to end, gave Ding Ling a small gift and told her about her internship arrangements at the magazine.
At that time, Ding Chun was ordered by his father to follow his mother. He held the wine glass and glanced at Ding Ling from a distance. Ding Ling also subconsciously made eye contact with him. This was the so-called "last meeting."
Ding Chun ignored the coffee prepared by Ding Ling and pushed a bank card from the coffee table:
"Mom said, you can withdraw cash from this card in the future. Don't touch the dangerous job in the magazine. You can resign if you want."
The rabbit ears on Ding Ling's head swayed slightly, showing some suspicion.
In order to avoid her husband checking the accounts, her mother had always paid cash to Ding Ling in the past, and Ding Ling had not asked her mother for money since going to work. What she wanted more was emotional comfort.
It was even more impossible for Ding Ling to resign from the magazine. Her mother knew that Ding Ling loved being a reporter, and she would buy every issue of "Crime Fighters" to see if there were any articles about her daughter.
"I-I can't accept this card." Ding Ling put her hands on her knees and moved awkwardly, "Are you really sent by your mother?"
"Huh?" Ding Chun raised his eyebrows and said with a smile: "Although you have never gone to college, you are smarter than I thought."
Using his family privileges without restraint, Ding Chun completed his studies at Huanshicheng University of Technology at the age of only 18. He graduated before his peers entered the school. His photo with the president of the university is still displayed in a prominent position.
In fact, not only has Ding Chun never been to a university campus, he has basically only taken physical education classes in high school and junior high school. Many primary school students are more literate than him. But Ding Chun not only did not feel ashamed, but also called himself a college student everywhere. The society gave him the nickname "Ding Chun from Science and Technology" as a mockery.
In the narrow reception room, Ding Chun looked at Ding Ling opposite him again.
Ding Ling's eyes were large, full of curiosity and a little timid. His lush short brown hair was mixed with the rabbit ears on his head, making it impossible to distinguish them carefully.
The dress is consistent with the Furui style. The upper body is a half-sleeved shirt with a decorative collar that is held up high, and the waist is slightly exposed underneath. The legs are bare under the shorts, which are dazzlingly white.
Ding Chun stood up, put one hand in his suit pocket, and put the other hand on the back of Ding Ling's sofa, invading a lot of personal space:
"I read your report in the magazine."
"Eh?" Ding Ling was stunned when her brother's shadow covered her face. She thought the other person was talking about the apology article this morning.
Ding Chun smiled evilly, his eyes still showed the "cleanness" of someone who had never read a book, but his whole face had nothing to do with "purity":
"The wet photo you posted in the magazine is really worth admiring. I didn't expect you have grown so big after not seeing me for a while!"
The rabbit-eared girl immediately smelled danger, and her face turned pale.
When his mind was affected by the high-priced suppressive drugs, in order to accuse the Night Dragon Society, Ding Ling published some photos in the magazine of him dousing himself in cold water and wearing only a shirt. Although there was no revealing point, it also made some people who had never watched "Crime Fighters" Men go and buy magazines.
Ding Ling immediately stood up from the sofa, walked around Ding Chun's body cage with the dexterity of a Furui man, and walked quickly towards the door of the reception room.
However, Ding Chun suddenly rushed over from behind, grabbed Ding Ling's hands, and pressed her against the door facing him.
"Well!"
When Ding Ling closed his eyes in pain, Ding Chun approached the girl with his animal-like face:
"You wear such thin and short clothes, don't you just want to seduce men? I will deposit money into that bank card regularly in the future, and I will definitely earn more than you as a reporter!"
Ding Ling's whole body was shaking with fear. She remembered Ding Chun's two bodyguards standing outside the door.
It was broad daylight, the curtains in the reception room were not drawn tightly, and there were about 20 magazine employees outside the door.
Ding Chun's behavior was so absurd that Ding Ling, who almost had a brain short-circuit, finally choked out a sentence:
"You...although you have never called me sister, you should know that we are half-siblings, right?"
"Of course I know." Ding Chun stuck out his tongue and licked his lips like a pervert:
"I also know that you are a descendant of the inferior Furui people. Although you have the same surname as me, you have no hope for the future. Mom can't protect you. My father and I have the right to speak in the family. If you want to stand out, you can only follow me. .”
Ding Ling subconsciously used a knee strike to attack the male vitals, but Ding Chun was too close and missed. Ding Chun is slightly short for a man, but he usually actively participates in sports activities. Rabbit Furui's talent lies in agility, and he cannot resist once suppressed by strength.
"I...I am your sister!" Ding Ling emphasized again, and she burst into tears.
"Do you want me to call you sister now? Yes. I play with too many women, and I only like special interests recently."
Ding Chun lowered his head to smell the half-sleeved shirt with a decorative collar. Although he was human, he behaved more like an animal than Ding Ling in some aspects.
"save……"
The rabbit-eared girl wanted to shout for help, but Ding Chun immediately threatened:
"Compared to my bodyguards, your colleagues are all weaklings. Do you think they dare to offend the real Ding family?"
"And I heard that you were squeezed out by your female colleagues, right? When they saw this scene, would they say anything beneficial to you? You shouted for help, and you would never want to do the journalist job you like again."
Ding Ling bit her lip. She was panicked when her weakness was caught. She didn't realize that Qin Jiandan had already arrived at the magazine.
"So ordinary people should be patient..." Ding Chun sprayed the hot air from his nose on the girl's face:
"For a proud man like me, whether it's money, women, or the Huanshicheng University of Science and Technology that others can't get into, I can easily get it. You should feel lucky to have my favor!"
Ding Chun pronounced "favor" as "green milk". He is semi-literate and often pronounces the wrong word.
Since Ding Chun had a good image in the Luoding family, the two families jointly decided to let him develop into the entertainment industry. They spent a lot of money to hire famous teachers to train him in language skills, so that he would not appear too uneducated when speaking.
"How about it? Are you willing to be my sister?"
Ding Chun aimed at the girl's neck and kissed her. When the rabbit-eared girl was helpless, a sharp frost blade passed through the door and directly cut off a large piece of Ding Chun's hair and 1/6 of his scalp!
"Ah ah ah ah ah!
"
Ding Chun sat on the ground, his high-end suit stained red by the blood flowing from his head. He let out a cry that he had never seen before in his life because of the severe pain.
"You, you actually dare to hurt me! You are finished! Your whole family is finished!"
Ding Chun cursed at the man who appeared next to Ding Ling. He quickly swallowed a dream pill to neutralize the pain, and then he saw two bodyguards lying at the man's feet. They were the people he had arranged to guard the reception room.
Qin Jiandan protected Ding Ling behind him. He released the Xuanbing Blade on his right hand. In fact, he just wanted to blind at least one of Ding Chun's eyes, but it was difficult to judge the position based on the sound alone. He was worried about accidentally injuring Ding Ling, so he only cut off the scalp.
"I heard the last words you said!" Qin Jiandan looked down at Ding Chun on the ground like he was looking at garbage:
"You don't deserve to call Ding Ling sister. From now on, I will take care of Ding Ling. Get away as far as you can from me!"
"Who the hell are you! Do you dare to leave your name?"
Ding Chun was bleeding from the top of his head and did not notice the red-edged dragon mark on Qin Jiandan's chest. Moreover, he was ignorant and incompetent, so he might not be able to understand it even at ordinary times.
Qin Jiandan pointed his right thumb to his chest, completely releasing his ferocious gaze. Ding Chun's hypocritical and domineering aura was completely unable to match the real arrogance:
"I am Qin Jiandan, the young master of the Night Dragon Club! Do you think the Ding family is great? If you mess with me and the Night Dragon Club, your Ding family will be ruined!"
