Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Vigorously wiped off the tears on his face, Lin still secretly disliked that he would shed tears for such a father for not living up to expectations, and insisted, and replied word by word: "It is not my fault that the company is on the verge of bankruptcy, but your fault." The reason why the company has been in the red is because you don't use the money in the right place, and you only think about saving your own face all day long, and you don't care about anything!"

"You——" Lin Changqing was poked at a shortcoming, even his own daughter did not admit her mistake at all, and replied angrily: "Anyway, I will give you two ways out now, or you will marry the son of the Pan family." , or sell your most noble company and give me the money, do you want to choose or not!"

Lin still widened his eyes and smiled angrily, "Dad, you don't even want to give me a single share of the shares under your name, and you want to sell my hard work to fill your shortfall. This is you as a father!" Can it be done?"

"Why not!" Lin Changqing replied confidently, "Besides, it's not a bad thing for you to marry that Pan Yijing. He even told me that he likes you. Thinking about it this way, I didn't find you a good one. As for the in-laws, what are you not happy about?"

Lin still had tears streaming from the corners of his eyes, and his voice was cold, "I will never call you dad again, you have no right to decide my marriage or make plans for my company, so be it, you will live or die and I have nothing to do with you." A relationship."

"Smelly girl, you dare to say such a thing, are you looking for death!"

Lin still didn't say a word, and hung up the phone with a calm face, and by the way, put Lin Changqing's phone number into the blacklist.

Clutching the phone, Lin still went to the balcony as if lost his soul, sat on the wicker chair and swayed slowly.

Looking through the phone, Lin still dialed Mu Nansheng, wanting to talk to someone, but unfortunately Mu Nansheng didn't answer.

Still at the banquet.

Lin still hooked the corner of his mouth bitterly, dropped the phone casually, and let the phone be tied to the wooden board.

Hugging her shoulders, she was crying softly, but gradually turned into shrugging her shoulders and crying bitterly.

The sound insulation of the apartment is not good, Lin Yiran always knew it. But this time Lin still couldn't control so much, she needed to vent her long-logged emotions and cried loudly.

As everyone knows, her crying attracted the attention of the neighbors.

Because it was only two days after returning to China, Pan Yijing didn't like others touching his things, so he put his head down and cleaned them up. Just as Pan Yijing was putting the book on the shelf, he heard the faint cry, Pan Yijing frowned and didn't care.

However, the crying continued, as if it was on the balcony.

Pan Yijing put down the things in his hands and walked slowly to the balcony.

The closer he was to the balcony, the clearer Pan Yijing could hear.

Finally, hearing and seeing Lin Yiran buried in his shoulders and crying helplessly, Pan Yijing's heart tightened, feeling sorry for Lin Yiran.

Because they are neighbors, Lin and Pan Yijing's balconies are still connected, and Lin is still huddled on the wicker chair, never seeing Pan Yijing standing on the balcony.

Hearing Lin Yiran's crying gradually became hoarse, Pan Yijing stepped lightly and slowly moved back to the room.

Pan Yijing looked around anxiously, wondering if he could find something to coax her.

Finally, in the suitcase, Pan Yijing found a Doraemon doll.

I don't know who gave it to me, anyway, now there is something that can coax Lin Yiran.

Taking out the pen and paper he was carrying with him, Pan Yijing wrote a sentence.

Thinking that Lin Yiran must have recognized his own Chinese handwriting, Pan Yijing was smart enough to write in English.

Stuffing the kraft paper into the pocket of the Doraemon doll, Pan Yijing took the pen and walked lightly to the balcony.