Chapter 972 I'm afraid that senior will hit me
Liu Juan's body was shaking with anger. She took off the bag from her shoulder and held it hard.
"What? Are you going to pretend that you are not in it for money? Throw the bag to me?"
Zhang Tong smiled and stretched out his hand, "Then give it to me, it's only a few days ago Oh my God, you can still get a refund. I think giving you thirty thousand is a bit much.”
“Hmph!”
Liu Juan didn't throw it away in the end. 30,000 yuan was not free of charge.
Before leaving, she glared at Wen Ning coldly.
This bastard couldn’t stand her from the beginning.
I feel that sooner or later she will be the best person in her dormitory or class.
That’s why she kept forcing her own thinking on her.
He took the initiative to help her find a man and introduced her to various people on WeChat.
I didn’t expect Wen Ning to really hold back.
During the past two years at school, I didn’t fall in love even once.
"Wen Ning, you are hiding it so secretly. It turns out you already have a boyfriend."
Guo Ru came over excitedly from a distance and whispered in Wen Ning's ear, "So rich."
"No...no, he is not my boyfriend."
Wen Ning lowered her head and explained.
"Wen Ning hasn't agreed yet, we are just ordinary friends now."
Feng Lin smiled at the side.
“Stop explaining, take me to buy something first.”
Wen Ning didn't like being watched by so many people. She was not a public person.
“Okay.”
Feng Lin opened the passenger door.
Wen Ning sat in the car and waved to Guo Ru, "I'm going to buy a quilt first."
"Goodbye."
Guo Ru smiled and nodded.
Feng Lin closed the car door and drove away.
Wen Ning looked out the window, and there were many men taking pictures with their mobile phones.
She couldn't help but ask: "Where did you rent the sports car? When you came here, you were driving a Wuling Hongguang."
"Borrowed it." Feng Lin said with a smile.
"That's true."
Wen Ning remembered that Feng Lin also knew a big star like Wen Renxi Guya.
My girlfriend is also a famous businessman.
It must be very easy to borrow a sports car.
"What did you say you wanted to buy just now?" Feng Lin asked.
"You don't have to worry about buying quilts. They are sold diagonally across from my restaurant."
Wen Ning waved her hand.
“Were you bullied just now?”
Feng Lin looked at Wen Ning and smiled.
“I was bullied and you still laughed?” Wen Ning puffed up her mouth slightly.
"Haha! Are you acting coquettishly for me?"
Feng Lin couldn't help laughing.
Speaking of which, she is only one or two years older than Tang Qianqian.
But in Feng Lin's eyes, her mental age is much older.
As for the two girls, Tang Qianqian and Gu Duoduo, they looked like primary school students.
"Who acted coquettishly?"
Wen Ning looked out the window.
Finally, Feng Lin parked the car in front of her braised chicken restaurant.
"Uncle."
Wen Ning hurriedly got out of the car and walked inside.
"The boss is back?"
A middle-aged man wearing a chef's uniform came out with a smile.
“Aren’t we eager to give you a salary?” Wen Ning said with a smile.
Feng Lin also got off the car and came to the store.
"Uncle, make two big portions first." Wen Ning said to the middle-aged man.
"Okay!"
The middle-aged man nodded and walked into the kitchen.
Wen Ning sat in front of the computer at the counter and calculated all the bill records.
Then take out your mobile phone to transfer money.
"Uncle, the salary has been credited to your card, please take a look."
Wen Ning walked to the kitchen.
“Okay.”
The middle-aged man agreed.
Wen Ning went to the opposite door again, and soon came over with a quilt in her arms and stuffed it behind the Wuling Hongguang mini on the side.
These days, her car has been used by the chefs here.
Finally, Wen Ning sat across from Feng Lin and breathed a sigh of relief.
"Why did you put it in that car? Didn't you let me take you off?" Feng Lin asked.
"No, I like to keep a low profile. I can just go back by myself. I can't trouble you."
Wen Ning shook her head at Feng Lin. "Okay."
Feng Lin didn't want to waste time.
Wen Huarong did not agree to Feng Lin and tell him the address of Shura Palace.
Maybe there will be other troubles later.
It would be nice to go back early.
After a while, two portions of braised chicken were served.
Feng Lin looked at the chicken and thought of the fourth child unconsciously.
This is his favorite food.
After Feng Lin had eaten and drank enough, he said goodbye to Wen Ning.
He drove back to Xiande.
When he arrived at the rural road, Feng Lin stuffed the sports car in an uninhabited place.
Pull Wuling Hongguang out.
A sports car with a low chassis cannot be driven on such a small road.
Back to Wen Huarong’s restaurant, it was crowded as usual.
However, this time everyone was not eating.
Wen Huarong was leaning against the counter and chatting with these people.
She changed into a black skirt and wore cloth shoes.
My hair is tied into a bun.
It feels very capable.
As soon as Feng Lin walked in, Wen Huarong waved to the old men, "Go back, the people to pick me up are here."
"Huarong, where are you going to travel? ? I’ll let my son arrange the trip for you, all for free.”
"Xiao Rong, I can't live without you. If I can't see you for a day, I will feel uncomfortable all over."
"When you come back, let me know."
"It seems that you are not interested in Hua Rong." It’s not true love. I will come here in person every day from now on.”
…
The old men around them all looked reluctant when they found out that Wen Huarong was driving people away.
"Get out of here!"
Wen Huarong shouted coldly.
Hearing this, these old men all dispersed one by one.
"Senior's popularity is really high."
Feng Lin walked in with a smile, "Are you going somewhere?"
"Take me to Lan He."
Wen Huarong looked at Feng Lin expressionlessly.
"Senior, regarding the Shura Palace..."
Feng Lin smiled and rubbed his hands.
“We’ll talk about it when we get there.”
Wen Huarong walked out and locked the door of the restaurant.
“Okay.”
Feng Lin nodded and took the initiative to open the passenger door of Wuling Hongguang.
Beside the road, those old men have not left yet.
They all sighed as they watched Wen Huarong get into Feng Lin's car.
"An intellectual woman like Hua Rong should ride in a Rolls-Royce."
"Hey, I didn't bring any luggage. I must be traveling on a budget. I don't know if I can eat enough these days."
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Feng Lin rolled his eyes and drove away immediately.
After getting on the highway, he smiled and asked: "Senior, it seems that the people who pursue you are all big shots."
"There are also little people."
Wen Huarong glanced at Feng Lin and asked, "How many wives do you have?"
"Uh...you're asking me." Feng Lin was a little embarrassed. .
“Countless?”
Wen Huarong’s face suddenly turned cold.
"No, I'm afraid that senior will hit me if I tell the truth."
Feng Lin shook his head gently.
“Say.”
Wen Huarong held his chin and looked out the window calmly.
“For now, three.”
The one Feng Lin identified in his heart was Xu Ruoying.
In addition to her, this girl Zhao Qingqing must also be treated well.
The rest is naturally Jinguji Akie.
The two almost grew up hugging each other, and Feng Lin had long regarded her as family.
“What is the present?”
Wen Huarong's willow eyebrows stood upright.
"Because there are still many girls chasing me. If they impress me one day, I might agree."
As soon as Feng Lin finished speaking, he noticed that Wen Huarong raised his eyebrows Start.
“You said you wouldn’t hit me!” Feng Lin said hurriedly.
PS: Feng Lin: I'm afraid to tell the truth, if my senior doesn't beat me, the reader's father will also beat me.
(End of this chapter)