Chapter 93

"Linlin, your aunt was nice to you when you were a child! Is that how you repay me now? It's only 100000 yuan. Besides, what are you doing when your brother goes to school? " Lin Shanshan continued.

"That's right, sister Linlin. I think you've done a good job in the company. You're not bad at pouring money! It's better to let people listen when the time comes. When I go to college, even my classmates give me 50000 or 60000 yuan, and you give me 10000 yuan. Do you mean that? " Zhang Zidong said with disdain.

But at this time, Lin fei'er can't sit still. She mumbles a few words beside Lin Qinglan. After all, Lin fei'er doesn't take the money. How can she promise!

But at this time, Lin Qinglan's face has been hesitant, after all, this is 100000 yuan, not a small amount, even if she bought her home, I'm afraid I can't take it out!

"Sister! Don't you forget when you were a child, if I didn't try my best to save you, how could you be now? " Lin fei'er sees Lin Qinglan hesitating, opening a mouth to threaten to say.

Lin Qinglan's face is ugly. After hesitating for a long time, she can only say: "good!"

When Zhang Lin heard this, her face suddenly became chilly. His monthly salary was only about 30000 yuan. What's more, he just hit the standard of 100000 yuan? At least three months without food or drink.

Lin Qinglan, looking at Zhang Lin's expression, her face is also a little embarrassed, but she can't help but agree to Lin Fei's request, and now her eyes are a little evasive.

Zhang Zidong, seeing that the matter has been solved, gets up directly and is ready to go out for air.

Maybe it's because of the wine, maybe it's because of the joy of getting 100000 yuan and the apple three piece set, he felt that the whole person began to sublimate from his heart, and he was very happy.

At this time, the eyes see, a dress is very beautiful sister, to Zhang Zidong's character, naturally is to make a few words of ridicule.

"Oh, I'll go! This figure, yiyiyi, this leg... "

"Ouch! You can tell him... " At this time, Zhang Zidong's face suddenly became red and swollen. In front of him stood a fierce middle-aged man with gloomy eyes. He said in a cold voice, "boy, what are you doing with your mouth dirty?"

Zhang Zidong, although he is just 20 years old, is usually arrogant and domineering. How can he tolerate someone to do it on his face?

"What do you want? Say something. What's the matter? If you can beat me to death, I'll tell you. If you can't beat me to death, I'll tell you my last name. " Zhang Zidong said arrogantly.

The middle-aged people were not used to him. They waved a few punches at Zhang Zidong's face, and screamed one after another.

"You want to give me a surname? What's your garbage worth? " The middle-aged man said haughtily.

The security guards who were going to stop them turned around after listening to the people around them, as if they didn't see what was happening in front of them.

Zhang Zidong is also afraid of being beaten at this time. After all, he is only a student in his 20s. Naturally, he has some fear for such a person. In addition, the tattoo on the other person's body enlarges such fear without limit.

"Brother, I'm wrong. Please don't hit me!"

"I'm wrong, I know I'm wrong, please don't fight, please!" Zhang Zidong pleaded.