Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

I have never seen my daughter, who has always been well-behaved and silent, make herself unable to step down in front of everyone, especially in front of her future son-in-law. Lin Changqing's face changed, and his voice suppressed his anger: "Stinky girl, your wings are hard!" ?”

As he said that, Lin Changqing made a gesture to hit him.

Tonight, Lin Yiran has suffered enough grievances. As soon as his emotions got up, Lin Yiran's stubborn temper also came up. He stiffened his neck, his eyes were full of determination, "You hit me, just kill me."

"You!" Lin Changqing was really angry, and slapped him backhand.

It would be a lie to say that I am not afraid, Lin Yiran can even feel the palm of his hand. But when Lin Yiran's bad temper came up, he actually stood where he was and didn't back down, and was slapped hard with his eyes wide open.

"Tell you, Lin Yiran. As long as you follow my surname for a day, you will still be my daughter. Yijing told me that he likes you. I agree."

With this slap, Lin Yiran's face was swollen immediately.

Hearing the crisp applause and Lin Changqing's roar, the guests who were chatting happily looked at Lin Changqing with displeasure.

Hitting one's own daughter in front of so many people is not ashamed to say it.

Covering his face, Lin Yiran burst into tears that he had held back for a long time. Choking, Lin still looked at Lin Changqing disappointed, "You treat me well not because I am your daughter, but because I am just a tool for you to marry other wealthy families."

"What did you say? If you have the guts, tell me again!"

Being guessed by Lin Yiran about the plan in the center, Lin Changqing became angry from embarrassment and roared angrily.

Lin still curled his lips into a sarcastic smile, and asked back: "Isn't it? Sometimes I really don't understand why you have no sons, why do you want to get involved with other wealthy families, and even try to use me as a bargaining chip. Are you trying to leave property for others?"

Lin Yiran's sarcastic smile cut Lin Changqing's heart like a knife. Hearing what Lin Yiran blurted out, Lin Changqing panicked and dodged his eyes.

Seeing Lin Changqing's dodging eyes, Lin Yiran's heart turned cold, "Could it be that I guessed it right?"

Hearing what Lin Yiran said, the guests around became interested in an instant, talking in a low voice, and pointing from time to time.

Glancing in a panic, Lin Changqing's eyes turned hard, "Shut up, Niu!"

As he spoke, Lin Changqing raised his hand as if to hit him again.

This time, Lin still refused to hide, but he was not beaten.

Pan Yijing was secretly annoyed that he hadn't had time to stand in the way for Lin Yiran, and he would definitely not allow Lin Yiran to be beaten again this time.

Lin still had his eyes closed, his heart was ashamed, his headache was about to burst, and he simply thought in his heart that he would just let Lin Changqing beat himself to death. However, the expected pain did not appear.

Pan Yijing held Lin Yiran's wrist tightly with his big hand, and restrained Lin Changqing's hand that was about to hit someone. The humility that he had just chatted with Lin Changqing was gone from his face, and now his face was full of gloom.

"That's enough, Uncle, please stop in moderation."

Lin Changqing's heart tightened, and he put down his hand embarrassingly, but his mouth was not forgiving: "Ni Nu, I raised you for nothing."

Standing in front of Lin Yiran, Pan Yijing's face was ugly, and his voice was like ice, "Uncle, please pay attention to the occasion."

After being reminded by Pan Yijing, Lin Changqing noticed the guests' displeasure.

Smiling awkwardly, Lin Changqing lost his voice and was full of confidence to teach Lin Yiran a lesson, "I'm sorry everyone, the little girl is too headstrong."

Everyone curled their lips at the same time, and looked at Lin Changqing with contempt.

He also blamed his daughter, this reason is really aboveboard.

This kind of person is called Wo Li Heng for short.

Seeing that no one was paying attention to him, Lin Changqing wiped the cold sweat from his forehead in embarrassment, and stared at Lin Yiran fiercely.

Where is the ticket, where is the ticket?