Chapter 40

Chapter 40

Wang Cheng looked at the man who was quickly packing his suitcase, "How are you going back this late at night?"

Lin Qiong looked up at him.

!!!

Wang Cheng quickly turned his head away from the person's eyes, "I won't send you back to see that old pervert."

Lin Qiong corrected, "That's my old baby~, okay?"

Wang Cheng was so excited by this disgusting name that his scalp went numb, "That's not even an old man. You are young and tall, so you can't find anything better. A rich second generation who goes to college and is idle is better than this paranoid and controlling person."The old pervert is strong! That way you can still fall in love normally!"

Lin Qiong shook her head after hearing this, "You are still too young."

Wang Cheng, who is only one year younger than Lin Qiong, said, "You are so old that I don't even know what you understand."

"You look down on people."

Wang Cheng's face was numb, "No."

Lin Qiong: "I understand a lot."

"for example?"

"It is better to accompany the boy to grow up than to accompany the old man to express his true feelings."

"..."

great.

Wang Cheng wanted to open Lin Qiong's little head and see what was going on inside, "Is money so important? Are you happy with that old pervert? Are you happy? Can this money buy it?"

Lin Qiong thought carefully and said, "I don't know if money can buy happiness."

Wang Cheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's right."

Lin Qiong: "But can my happiness be sold for money?"

"..."

Wang Cheng bit his cheek in anger, "You clean it up, go back and talk to that old pervert as much as you want, I don't care."

Lin Qiong emphasized again, "Old baby."

"Okay, okay, old baby, old baby!!!"

Then looking at Lin Qiong who really started to pack things again, she gritted her teeth and said angrily, "Sooner or later you will regret it."

Lin Qiong folded her clothes and looked at Renren's red face, "Why are you so angry?"

Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong as if he were looking at a traitor, "Can you not be angry? Look at how you are confused by money now."

Lin Qiong put the clothes in the suitcase, "This is not good, money is everything."

Wang Cheng: "I don't believe it."

"Do you have money?"

Wang Cheng thought about his wallet, which only had a few hundred yuan, and said, "No."

Lin Qiong: "That's why you don't believe it."

"..."

When she was a child, Lin Qiong looked enviously at the child being brought into McDonald's by his parents, thinking that it would be great if he had money so that he could go.

When he grew up, he finally made some money but was cheated out of all his money. He slept under a bridge covered with newspapers, thinking how great it would be if he had money.

His values are like this, he likes money, as long as he has money, he doesn't want to compete with stray dogs for food, and he doesn't want to starve to death again.

After packing her clothes, Lin Qiong turned around and took two more large red pomegranates.

Wang Cheng looked at it and said, "Your suitcase is not too heavy. Why are you taking the pomegranate back?"

Just as Lin Qiong was about to speak, Wang Cheng jumped a little, "Give me my old baby again?!"

Lin Qiong smiled shyly and nodded, "This pomegranate is sweet."

Wang Cheng: "That old guy has never eaten anything. He brought mangoes last time, and he will bring them again this time."

Lin Qiong: "He said the fruit was delicious last time."

Wang Cheng looked at Lin Qiong and felt for a moment that the other party was hopeless.

Lin Qiong packed the suitcase and put on clothes, but because the suitcase was full, Pomegranate had to hold it in her hands, and then looked at Wang Cheng, "Let's go."

Wang Cheng was confused: "Where to go?"

Lin Qiong said without hesitation, "Go back to Linshi."

Wang Cheng tilted his head and said, "If you want to go back, you can go back by yourself. I won't go back to chat with the old man about my inner feelings, and it doesn't look like you are a person who is confused by money."

Lin Qiong stretched out a palm and said, "Five hundred."

Wang Cheng frowned: "What do you mean, you look down on me?"

Lin Qiong: "One thousand."

Wang Cheng took a deep breath and said, "I'll go back and get my driver's license."

"..."

Money is fucking everything.

It was already past seven o'clock in the evening when we returned to Linshi. The lights were brightly lit in the big villa. Lin Qiong carried her suitcase and hummed to the door and pressed the code lock.

The secretary heard the sound of the combination lock and said, "Boss."

Fu Xingyun, who was eating, also put down his chopsticks and said, "Go and see who it is."

The secretary nodded, but took out a rolling pin from the kitchen. The previous example of someone breaking in was the rich second generation who had a problem with Fu Xingyun.

Before anyone could leave the restaurant, they heard the door close at the entrance.

The sound of grunting was mixed with the sound of footsteps.

The secretary held his breath, and the next moment a furry head popped out from the corner.

"HI~"

Your little cutie suddenly appears.

However, when Lin Qiong looked up, she saw the secretary holding the rolling pin high.

Lin Qiong:......

secretary:……

Boom - the two pomegranates held in Lin Qiong's hands fell directly to the ground.

When the secretary saw it was Lin Qiong, he quickly put down the rolling pin and said, "Mr. Lin."

Lin Qiong was as motionless as a petrified little mouse.

After Fu Xingyun heard the name from his secretary, he turned around to look.

I saw Lin Qiong standing at the corner with half of her body leaning out.

Lin Qiong: Well-behavedjpg.

The secretary quickly put the rolling pin aside and said, "Mr. Lin, are you okay? I thought a thief broke in just now, I'm sorry."

Lin Qiong breathed a sigh of relief after hearing this, "Really? I thought...it was okay."

As he spoke, he quickly picked up the two pomegranates from the ground.

Fu Xingyun looked at the person's adjusted expression, pursed his lips and said, "Why are you back?"

Lin Qiong put the pomegranate on the dining table, "I missed you and I came back."

He didn't speak with his usual energy.

Fu Xingyun glanced at the secretary, who froze and hid the rolling pin behind his back.

"scared?"

Lin Qiong shook her head, "No."

Then he glanced at the person quickly and said, "It's quite a surprise."

"..."

Fu Xingyun coughed and tried to divert attention, "How did you come back?"

Lin Qiong: "I came back by car."

It's really rare to see the well-behaved person in front of you.

Fu Xingyun gave the secretary a look, and the secretary quickly took the rolling pin and went home.

"Didn't you say it would take a week?"

Lin Qiong gradually recovered, "Aren't you happy that I came back early?"

Fu Xingyun: "No."

Lin Qiong asked, "Then why are you not excited at all?"

Seeing that people started to be boring again, Lin Qiong did not embarrass anyone, "The actor who played opposite me asked for leave, and I came back."

"Are you going back later?"

Lin Qiong nodded, then pushed the pomegranate in Fu Xingyun's direction, "Try it."

Fu Xingyun glanced at the pomegranate, "Did you bring it back?"

"certainly."

After saying that, he washed his hands, broke some off, and handed it to Fu Xingyun's hand.

"It's the first time I've tasted something so sweet. I thought I'd bring it back for you to try."

The young man's eyes were shining, and then he pulled out the chair and sat down next to the person. He kept giving pomegranate grains to the person's hand.

From time to time, there is a slight cool touch in the palm of the hand, just like a little bird landing on the palm from time to time and then flying away again before it can be touched.

Fu Xingyun looked at the red fruit in his hand, burning his skin like red sparks, "You don't need to bring these back next time."

Lin Qiong looked at him puzzled, "Why?"

"unnecessary."

Lin Qiong glanced at him, then quickly stuffed a handful of pomegranate seeds into her mouth.

"Is it sweet?"

Fu Xingyun was stunned for a moment, looking at the smiling eyes, "Sweet."

"Then I'll bring it to you next time."

When Lin Qiong saw someone eating, she stuffed the rest of the meat into her mouth, puffed her cheeks and said, "I'm going up first, my luggage hasn't been put away yet."

Lin Qiong put away her luggage, took a shower, then lay down on the bed and fell asleep.

During breakfast the next day, Fu Xingyun said, "Come back to Fu's house with me tonight."

Lin Qiong was confused, Fu Xingyun and the Fu family had been refusing to deal with each other, "Why are you going back?"

"Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival."

Lin Qiong was a little surprised, "Really?

He has never had any idea about festivals. After all, it was his fault to celebrate them alone.

"That's okay." Lin Qiong readily agreed, "I'll drive you."

Fu Xingyun:......

Lin Qiong was really shocked when she arrived at Fu's house in the evening. She didn't expect it to be so big.

There were already a lot of people inside, and it was better to say it was a family dinner than a family dinner.

Fu Xingyun waited until the car was stable before letting go of the handlebars.

As soon as they got out of the car, they heard Fu Yuan's voice, "Xingyun, Arqiong."

Behind the woman was Fu Jinglin with a stinking face.

Fu Yuan and Fu Xingyun were talking, and Lin Qiong waved her hand, "Great nephew."

Fu Jinglin responded, "Huh?"

Lin Qiong's mouth formed an O shape. She didn't expect this bad-tempered brat to pay attention to him. Then she looked at his drooping mouth and said, "Why are you unhappy?"

Fu Jinglin flipped his hair irritably, "I just don't want to come, and I don't know what's good about this place."

Fu Jinglin has a straight head. He has had no father since he was a child. Although Fu Xingyun is a bit strict to him, he also acts as a father in his life. He also knows who is good to him.

Ever since Fu Xingyun's accident, Fu Jinglin had realized that people who were not relatives were just a bunch of guys who only cared about profit.

Fu Xingyun and Lin Qiong arrived late, and dinner was almost ready when they walked in.

Fu Jinghong put his eyes on Lin Qiong as soon as he came in. He still remembers the last wedding.

Then he stepped forward and smiled at the person: "Brother, you came at the right time, just in time for dinner."

"Let's go, Dad is still waiting."

Just as Lin Qiong was about to push Fu Xingyun away, she heard the man say, "I can go by myself."

Fu Jinghong was stunned for a moment, then said: "Brother, won't Xiaoqiong follow you?"

Fu Jinghong looked at the person's face and deliberately called Lin Qiong.

Fu Xingyun looked calm and said, "He doesn't need to go."

Lin Qiong was shocked. Could it be that the Fu family was old and rotten.

He couldn't put food on the table.

Fu Jinghong: "You're already here, so there's no reason not to go. Your relatives are still waiting to toast you as newlyweds."

Fu Xingyun: "He drove here."

He glanced at Lin Qiong and said, "You can't drink, go to the children's table."

"..."

Lin Qiong stretched out her hand and said OK slightly.

When she arrived at the children's table, she discovered that the average age was less than seven years old, and there were a bunch of nannies standing by. Lin Qiong sighed and suddenly saw a big man among a group of chicks, and she instantly felt safe.

Lin Qiong said directly, "HI! Great nephew."

Fu Jinglin:......

"How did you come?"

"I can't drink while driving, so your uncle asked me to come."

Fu Jinglin heard it.

At this time, there was a little girl with two buns in her hair holding a big bottle of Coke in both hands, "Brother, drink."

As he said this, he poured it into Fu Jinglin's cup.

Fu Jinglin frowned, "I don't want it."

This was too impatient and the little girl's voice was frightening. The little girl shook her hands to prevent herself from throwing out the Coke that Baali was holding, and tears rolled down her big eyes.

Lin Qiong frowned.

Fu Jinglin looked at Lin Qiong's expression and said, "I won't drink."

I saw the little girl pursed her lips and didn't dare to say anything.

Lin Qiong: "If you can't drink, go to the dog table."

The author has something to say:

Fu Jinglin: You are as inhumane as my uncle.