Chapter 1239
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"Mr. Lin, firstly, I'm not familiar with you. Secondly, this is my job. Please don't use such dirty thoughts to judge me. Thirdly, please leave. You're disturbing my guest's meal."
Mr. Lin pushed the door open and walked in front of Li Qingcang. He snorted coldly and turned his head to look at Nian Yufeng.
"Did you reject me because of this man?"
Nian Yufeng suppressed her anger and said in a low voice, "Can you stop making a scene?"
Mr. Lin looked at Nian Yufeng with red eyes. He played with Nian Yufeng's cup in his hand and said in a low voice, "Nian Yufeng, I'm giving you face, but you don't want it. You have to know that it's your fortune to be able to marry me. Do you understand?"
"I'm sorry, I don't want your fortune."
Nian Yufeng said apologetically to Ye Tianxin and Li Qingcang.
"I'm sorry, I might not be able to accompany the two of you for dinner today. I have some personal matters to attend to. I hope Miss Ye can forgive me for being rude."
It was Nian Yufeng's job to receive Ye Tianxin. Nian Yufeng didn't expect this man to pester her to this extent. She had only gone on a blind date. How did it get to the point where she was about to get married?
"Be careful."
Ye Tianxin looked at the man whose eyes were red from drinking and suddenly broke out in a sweat for Nian Yufeng.
It was really bad luck to meet such a drunkard.
"Thank you."
Nian Yufeng reached out and wanted to pull Mr. Lin, but Mr. Lin flung his hand away.
"What's wrong? Are you so protective of your wild man? "
Nian Yufeng was furious and slapped Mr. Lin's face.
"Get lost! Out! Go! "
Mr. Lin was taken aback. Being slapped in front of so many people did not feel good at all …
Mr. Lin was furious. He rushed in front of Nian Yufeng and raised his hand, wanting to hit this bitch.
It was her fortune that he had taken a liking to her.
She was still pretending to be noble?
Stupid bitch, what kind of trash is she?
What kind of morality is this?
Li Qingcang, who had been sitting there silently, suddenly reached out with lightning speed and grabbed Mr. Lin's wrist.
Mr. Lin's raised hand felt as if it was clamped by a pair of iron pliers. He was suspended in the air, unable to move.
"Who the hell are you? Busybody! Let me go! Hurry up! "
Li Qingcang's hands were very long. He held Mr. Lin's hand like he was holding a chicken claw.
"F * ck, you f * cker, don't you know who I am?"
It sounded like a line from a villain in a movie.
A trace of impatience appeared on Li Qingcang's cold face. He pinched Mr. Lin's wrist and slowly pushed him into the boiling hot pot soup.
His body was still lazily sitting on the chair. His noble elegance was out of place in this noisy hot pot restaurant.
"Fuck!!"
Mr. Lin's fingertips were about to be cooked by the red oil in the copper pot.
"Miss Ye, this …"
Ye Tianxin shushed her. Her slender fingers were placed in the middle of her cherry lips. Under the warm light, her fair skin exuded a sense of holiness, making people unable to look away.
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