Liu Juan's body was shaking, she took off the bag from her shoulder and held it hard.

"Why? Prepare to pretend that you are not 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, and I can still get a refund. I also think I will give you 30,000, which is a lot."

"Humph!"

In the end, Liu Juan didn't throw it out, 30,000 yuan, don't do it for nothing.

Before leaving, she stared coldly at Wen Ning.

This bastard, from the beginning, could not understand her.

I think she will be the best person in her dormitory, or in her own class, sooner or later.

Therefore, she has always imposed her own thinking on her.

Take the initiative to help her find a man, and push her WeChat to all kinds of people.

Unexpectedly, Wen Ning really held back.

In the past two years at school, I didn't talk about a single relationship.

"Wen Ning, you don't want to show it, it turns out that you already have a boyfriend."

Guo Ru in the distance walked over excitedly and whispered in Wen Ning's ear, "I'm still so rich."

"No... No, he is not my boyfriend."

Wen Ning lowered his head to explain.

"Wen Ning hasn't agreed yet. We are just ordinary friends now."

Feng Lin smiled on the sidelines.

"Don't explain, take me to buy something first."

Wen Ning doesn't like being watched by so many people, she is not a public person.

"good."

Feng Lin opened the co-pilot's door.

Wen Ning got into the car and waved to Guo Ru, "I'll go buy a quilt first."

"goodbye."

Guo Ru smiled and nodded.

Feng Lin closed the door and drove away by himself.

Wen Ning looked out the window, and there were many men taking pictures with their phones.

She couldn't help asking, "Where can I rent a sports car? When you obviously came, you drove Wuling Hongguang."

"Borrowed." Feng Lin smiled.

"makes sense."

Wen Ning remembered that Feng Lin still knew a big star like Wen Ren Xi Guya.

The girlfriend is also a famous businessman.

It must be very easy to borrow a sports car.

"What did you say to buy?" Feng Lin asked.

"Buy quilts, you don't have to worry about it, my restaurant is diagonally across from them, and they will be sold."

Wen Ning waved her hand.

"Have you been bullied?"

Feng Lin glanced at Wen Ning and smiled.

"I was bullied, are you still smiling?" Wen Ning puffed up slightly.

"Haha! Are you acting like a baby?"

Feng Lin couldn't help laughing.

Speaking of it, her age is one or two years older than Tang Qianqian.

But in Feng Lin's eyes, her mental age was much older.

As for the two girls, Tang Qianqian and Gu Duoduo, they looked like elementary school students.

"Who acted like a baby?"

Wen Ning looked out the window.

Finally, Feng Lin parked the car in front of her yellow chicken restaurant.

"uncle."

Wen Ning hurriedly got out of the car and walked inside.

"The boss is back?"

The middle-aged man wearing a chef's costume inside walked out with a smile.

"Isn't this in a hurry to pay you?" Wen Ning teased.

Feng Lin also got out of 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 back kitchen.

Wen Ning sat in front of the computer at the counter and calculated all the bills.

Then take out the mobile phone to transfer money.

"Uncle, the salary has hit your card, take a look."

Wen Ning walked to the back kitchen.

"good."

The middle-aged man agreed.

Wen Ning went to the diagonally opposite door again, and soon came over with a quilt and stuffed it behind the Wuling Hongguang mini on the side.

These days, her car has been used by chefs here.

Finally, Wen Ning sat opposite Feng Lin and breathed a sigh of relief.

"Why did you put it in that car? Don't let me see you off?" Feng Lin asked.

"No, I like to keep a low profile, just go back by myself, I can't trouble you."

Wen Ning shook his head at Feng Lin.

"good."

Feng Lin didn't want to waste time either.

Wen Huarong did not agree to Feng Lin and told him the address of the Shura Palace.

Maybe after that, there will be other troubles.

It would be nice to be able to go back sooner.

After a while, two yellow chicken stews were served.

Looking at the chicken, Feng Lin remembered the fourth child without realizing it.

This is his favorite food.

After Feng Lin ate and drank enough, he bid farewell to Wen Ning.

He drove back to virtue.

When we reached the small road in the township, the forest was closed in a no-man place, and the sports car was squeezed in.

Pull out Wuling Hongguang.

This kind of trail, a low-chassis sports car, can't drive.

Back to Wen Huarong's restaurant, it was as usual, crowded.

However, everyone was not eating this time.

Wen Huarong was leaning on the counter beside him, chatting with these people.

She changed into a black skirt and wore cloth shoes under her feet.

The hair was tied into a ball head.

It feels very capable.

As soon as Feng Lin walked in, Wen Huarong waved his hands to the old men, "Go back, the person who picked me up is here."

"Huarong, where are you going to travel? I asked my son to arrange the itinerary for you. The whole journey is free."

"Xiao Rong, I can't live without you. If I don't see you one day, I feel uncomfortable."

"When you come back, let me know."

"It seems that you are not true love to Hua Rong. I will come here in person every day from now on."

...

The old men around found that Wen Huarong had drove people away, and they all looked reluctant.

"Get out of here!"

Wen Huarong yelled coldly.

Hearing this, these old men all dispersed one by one.

"Senior's popularity is really high."

Feng Lin walked in with a smile, "Where are you going?"

"Take me to find Lanhe."

Wen Huarong looked at Feng Lin blankly.

"Senior, about the Shura Palace..."

Feng Lin smiled and rubbed his hands.

"I'll talk about it when it comes."

Wen Huarong walked out and locked the door of the restaurant.

"good."

Feng Lin nodded and took the initiative to open the co-pilot door of Wuling Hongguang.

By the side of the road, the old men have not left yet.

They all sighed as they watched Wen Huarong get into Fenglin's car.

"Hua Rong, an intellectual woman, should sit in Rolls Royce."

"Hey, I didn't bring any luggage. It must be a poor traveler. I don't know if I can get enough food these days."

...

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?"

"Um... you asked me." Feng Lin was a little embarrassed.

"countless?"

Wen Huarong's face suddenly became cold.

"No, I'm afraid to tell the truth, seniors will hit me."

Feng Lin shook his head lightly.

"Say."

Wen Huarong propped his chin and looked out the window plainly.

"For now, three."

What Feng Lin believed in his heart was Xu Ruoying.

In addition to her, Zhao Qingqing, this girl, should also be treated well.

The rest is naturally Jinguji Qiuhui.

The two grew up almost hugging each other, and Feng Lin had long regarded her as a family member.

"What is the present?"

Wen Huarong's willow eyebrows are erected.

"Because, there are still many girls chasing me, in case they move me someday, I might agree."

As soon as Feng Lin finished speaking, he found Wen Huarong raised his hand.

"You said you wouldn't hit me!" Feng Lin said hurriedly.

PS: Feng Lin: I'm afraid to tell the truth. If my seniors don't hit me, the reader's father will also hit me.