Taking Xiujing's birthday as the timeline, the days ahead can be said to be "quick".

&bsp;Five days later, at the early morning.

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"Yo Pose!...Ahem!...Yeah!"

&bsp;The voice was a little hoarse, and Chi Mingzhe, who was sleeping in a daze, put his phone in his ear, then turned his head to look at Xian Enjing who was sleeping very heavily beside him.

&bsp;"Still sleeping?...I said the child's father...If you don't call this, will you forget about our mother and daughter in your heart? Huh?"

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Kim Tae-hee's voice was full of blame on the other end of the phone, but Ji Ming-cheol woke up as if he had taken stimulants.

&bsp;"So what's wrong?...How could I forget our two little cotton jackets? By the way!...and you, the big baby!"

&bsp;"Hmm!...you will say it nice!"

&bsp;Kim Tae-hee seemed to be calling and wanted to hear this, but when Ji Ming-cheol coaxed the "hair" it seemed to be touched.

&bsp;"Are you happy at home alone?...If we are not around, you can make a lot of trouble...I will never give up until you lose your waist...Tell you!...If you come back, you will feel unhappy... Humph!...You know the consequences!"

&bsp;As soon as these words of temptation and "sorrow" came out, Chi Mingzhe became cautious and even felt that Kim Tae-hee on the other end of the phone must be surrounded by people.

&bsp;As expected, next to Kim Tae-hee on the phone, Jeon Ji-hyun's face was still pressed against her, and Son Ye-jin was wrapped in a towel on her head as if she had just taken a shower. At this moment, she was also listening to the sound of the phone with her body focused on her body. Han Jia-jin didn't get together with them, sitting on the sand and reading this magazine carefully. However, the English journal seemed to be taken down and didn't pay attention. Lee Hyo-ri leaned against a large bay window and filed her fingers with a nail knife, and glanced at Han Cai-young who was feeding her daughter Chi Huannan not far away, and muttered to herself how her milk was so sufficient that she lived up to the name of "milk ku".

&bsp;Okay!...Kim Tae-hee is only a few people around him for the time being.

&bsp;"Ah!...What nonsense is said? Well?...I want to get beaten up when I feel itchy?...I want me to deal with you, right?"

&bsp;Chi Mingzhe became a little "antied".

&bsp;"Oh Mo!...I dare not... say the wrong thing!...Don't be angry, okay?...Let's just spare me!"

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These coquettish words not only made Chi Mingzhe’s pores wide open, but even the women around her couldn’t bear it anymore.

&bsp;All kinds of stroking and touching Kim Tae-hee was just a little bit simpler. Chi Ming-cheol was so "simple".

&bsp;He pressed on Enjing as soon as he turned over, and then he pushed his body lightly.

&bsp;"Yes!..."

&bsp;Enjing, who was sleeping soundly, groaned and frowned.

&bsp;But she was like this and she hadn't woken up yet. She just curled up her plump thighs with her body's instinct and naturally hugged Chi Oppa's waist on her body.

&bsp;"Hey?...what's the sound of your head?...where are you sleeping at night?"

&bsp;Kim Tae-hee's ears were very "sharp", and Eun-jeong's voice seemed to be heard by her.

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"Sound?... Can I get up and sprain my ankle?...ah!...What does it mean?...Where can I sleep without sleeping at home?...On the street?"

&bsp;Looking down at Enjing who had opened her eyes and was looking at her, Chi Mingzhe couldn't help but sip her in her mouth.

&bsp;"Huh?...is this sound?"

&bsp;Kim Tae-hee on the other end of the phone seemed to be indomitable.

&bsp;"Why are you drinking water!...It's really..."

&bsp;Chi Mingzhe was also excited at this moment.

&bsp;"By the way!... I called here early in the morning. Are there any instructions?"

&bsp;When listening to the phone, Chi Mingzhe's cheeks were tightly pressed against Eun-jing's neck, but his body movements did not pause at all.

&bsp;En Jing concentrates calmly but her face turns red, afraid that something will be heard on the other end of the phone again.

&bsp;"However, what instructions?...but...master!"

&bsp;Tae Hee's body sound seemed to become serious.

&bsp;"Say!..."

&bsp;Chi Mingzhe also held his breath.

&bsp;"We have a crush on several properties...you know!...the children will study and live here for a long time in the future!...so...the price! It may be a bit high...and..."

&bsp;"Ah!...You don't have to consider the money issue, buy it if you want to... By the way! You must remember to ask about property management fees, otherwise you are foreigners, and those British people will be bullied and want more!"

&bsp;Ji Mingzhe just finished speaking, he couldn't help but kiss Eun-jing's mouth.

&bsp;"Oh!... Then we bought it?...Why would you call that financial manager and come to the UK to help us check it?"

&bsp;"...Calvin!"

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"Yes!... It's Calvin!... Isn't it in our Swiss chief?... I'll let him come to the UK when he's so close!"

&bsp;"He is very busy!...not necessarily in Switzerland...I'll go to the phone later to ask!"

&bsp;"Oh!...Okay master!...Then I won't bother hanging up the phone!...ah!...Don't rob!...Who pulls my head...Xiba!...ah!...Dudu!..."

&bsp;Chi Mingzhe threw down the phone casually and suddenly wanted to laugh again.

&bsp;I guessed that there must be many people around the other end, but Kim Tae-hee hung up the phone and didn't give them a chance to talk to her. You can imagine what kind of "punishment" is being carried out on the other end of the UK now.

&bsp;But at this moment he didn't care about Kim Tae-hee anymore, and he was at a critical moment.

&bsp;"Oba!...Yes!"

&bsp;Enjing under her body suddenly trembled a few times, then hugged her waist and stopped moving.

&bsp;......

&bsp;The official name of the English Heritage Committee is: The English Historic Buildings and Relics Committee. It is an administrative non-governmental public institution under the British government. It is mainly responsible for protecting the historical environment outside the jurisdiction of the English Natural Service... uh! Simply put, it is...selling second-hand property!

&bsp;Okay! This "selling second-hand houses" is completely interpreted according to the understanding of Jeon Ji-hyun, Kim Tae-hee, and others. Who made the "properties" that these girls liked were under the management of this committee?

&bsp;You said that "men can make money, women can get a lot of money." With Chi Mingzhe's consent, the next morning, when the sun was shining, a group of girls from Asia and South Korea broke into the ancient building where the English Heritage Committee was surrounded by many bodyguards and translators.

&bsp;"Oh!...you look!...tsk tsk!...it looks old here!"

&bsp;"Just!...The light is also dim... Why don't the windows be opened? Look at the chandeliers... Oh!...It's going to be scrapped!...It's gray!"

&bsp;"Well!...and these sculptures!...look dirty!"

&bsp;These girls walked in a building full of Baroque decorative style, and they commented on everything they saw from time to time, but most of them were despised. At the same time, they felt more convinced that the committee was specializing in selling "second-hand houses".

&bsp; "Dear ladies!..., on behalf of the British Empire's Heritage Committee, I would like to welcome you most sincerely!"

&bsp;Accompanied by Calvin Dawson, who came here to discuss, a vice chairman of the Heritage Committee personally met with Jeon Ji-hyun and the others.

&bsp;"Hello!...I'm disturbing today!...I believe you already know about our visit, right?"

&bsp;Only among these girls, Lee Hyori knows English, and has undergone special training and optimization in this area. It was also what Chi Mingzhe specifically asked when he was playing songs and performing English albums in the United States.

&bsp;After all, in his opinion, almost all Americans are "country buns". When facing "pure" British people, they will inevitably have some psychological inferiority, especially when facing those who can speak "rvd&bsp;-prat" English.

&bsp; At this moment, Lee Hyori's skillful and fluent English and the pleasant "rp" accent made the vice chairman of the committee named Nagel immediately feel great about her. After all, in his opinion, those who can speak "Queen English" must have good birth and upbringing, especially Lee Hyori's outfit today is also very "queen" style.

&bsp;Just the leopard skin cloak draped on her shoulders makes Lee Hyori look full of aura.

&bsp;"I hope this lady was not seen by the people from the Animal Protection Association when she entered the door..."

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With Nazhel's eyes, he could naturally see that the leopard-skin cloak on Hyori was a real person, but he still muttered in his heart.

&bsp;Some of their Heritage Committee's responsibilities are to manage the inheritance passed down by ancient noble families, such as helping most of the descendants who are unable to bear various costs to manage various castles, manors, etc. You should know that providing a noble property or manor in the UK is a very expensive castle. Even if many "properties" are very cheap, the various taxes and many "not allowed" clauses in the year also discourage many wealthy and awesome households who want to "beautiful" are discouraged.

&bsp;But now someone is "grouping" to come to the door and willing to get into the trap, so the entire English Heritage Committee naturally wants to welcome him.

&bsp;But..."What?...you want to buy Buckingham Palace?...Windsor Castle?"

&bsp;Nezel glanced at Calvin Dawson who was smiling beside him, and even the corners of his mouth twitched and then subconsciously opened his mouth wide.

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"Dear ladies... Actually... there are about 200 manors and castles under our committee management... many of them have a long history and... foundation... for example..."

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Nezhell, who has a good education, had no choice but to change the topic, because no matter what, the residence of the British royal family is impossible to sell.

&bsp;Chi Mingzhe's "financial manager", Calvin Dawson, president of Swiss Integrity William Bank, also secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

&bsp;......

&bsp;"What?..."

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Chi Mingzhe opened his mouth and sat behind the desk until he slowly closed it.

&bsp;"Click!..."

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To be continued...