Chapter 19

That night, Jisha Patel slept with her sister. In the middle of the night, she would hug her sister into her arms from time to time, very hard, for fear that her sister would run away from him.

As for Asha Patel?

Once this silly little loli fell asleep, she couldn't be shaken, not only that, but she also took two sips on Jisha Patel's chest from time to time, and she didn't know what dream she was dreaming.

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In the evening, the entire Patel family was set up, the lights were bright, and even the servants in the house changed into formal clothes.

In the living room, Raj Patel casually flipped through the newspapers of the era, waiting quietly.

The eldest son of the Sharma family in Mumbai visiting. Although he had some thin noodles in this one-third of the land in Delhi City, at least he had to do enough in the face-saving project!

People want face, trees want bark!

Besides, what the second generation of rich people care about the most is the name. As long as they are entertained, maybe they can squeeze the value they need from this top second generation of rich!

"Dad, are there any guests at home tonight?"

Asha Patel was wearing a cute Lolita, with two thighs wrapped in white stockings, which looked extra white and smooth.

She trotted over, looking curious.

Raj Patel's wife died of illness in the early years, so she did not resume the string, and the outside world praised her noble quality.

Perhaps it is because his temperament has become calm, and the Patel family has not had any guests for a long time. Under normal circumstances, they just socialize with the guests outside.

It is rare to see such a banquet at home.

Raj Patel stretched out his hand, touched his little daughter's head, and said with a smile, "Yes, a distinguished guest is coming!"

"Who is it? Do I know? Men and women, are they handsome?"

Asha Patel, a little nympho, doesn't care about anything else in her heart, she asked a lot of chatter, but the final question remained on whether she was handsome or not.

"This...it should be handsome."

Raj Patel hesitated for a moment, then shook his head with a wry smile, he really didn't know about this, and he had never seen Amit.

However, it is reasonable to say that this kind of big family comes out with good genes, and it is not far behind.

After all, this thing, the wives that rich people look for, which one is not better than the other? !

"Aren't they amazing?" Asha Patel blinked her big eyes.

Raj Patel said with a wry smile, "Of course it's amazing, the eldest son of the Sharma family!"

Saying that, he glanced at his eldest daughter from the corner of his eye again.

Jisha Patel stood by, watching her father and sister talking, she didn't intend to interrupt.

As a result, seeing his father looking at him, he immediately said angrily, "What do I do? I don't know that young master. At this time, do you want to take me out and compare it with him alone?"

Raj Patel could hear that her daughter was arguing with her about other matters, and she also deliberately suppressed it on purpose, and said faintly, "Compare with him? Do you take yourself too seriously?

How can you be compared with the direct son of the Sharma family in Yanjing?

Did you know that at the opening ceremony of the country, his grandfather stood in the front row? "

"What's the matter? It's just that I have a better family background. The predecessors planted the trees and the others enjoyed the shade." Jisha Patel gritted her silver teeth, "It's not him who is standing in the front row!"

As soon as he heard that his father habitually raised a man's status and then devalued himself, a nameless fire would rise in Jisha Patel's heart.

There is anger, there is unwillingness, and there is more grievance.

At this time, the housekeeper at the door trotted in, "Master, Young Master Amit is here."

Raj Patel got up, tidied up his clothes, frowned and looked at Jisha Patel, "Put some for me in front of people, just say something at home."

Following the housekeeper's guidance, a man in a slim suit walked in at the door, Jisha Patel turned back subconsciously, and his eyes met.

Those restless thoughts, at this moment, the moment they made eye contact with Amit, seemed to be blown by a summer evening wind, and gradually calmed down in surprise.