Ten Fiancees Who Retired At The Beginning

Chapter 1: They are my fiancee

"Can you stay away from me?"

A beautiful woman wearing a peaked cap frowned in disgust.

She was wearing a black dress, and she had long black and bright hair scattered randomly.

The delicate face is like a star on TV.

"This is a train, the seats are so big, why don't you take a plane if you are too crowded!"

The man with broken hair next to him glanced at him and answered.

Zhou Ziying's teeth are itchy, she is not short of money.

If it's not anxious to go home and can't buy a ticket, who would take the train?

I originally thought that the man next to him was handsome, about 1.8 meters tall, with a scabbard-like face, with sharp edges and corners.

But since the man was sitting next to him, he took out a small stack of photos from him.

There is a word in the mouth, what is too small, can not give birth to a son, not in good shape, too short.

Zhou Ziying took a sneak peek and found that the photos were all beautiful women.

There are even popular stars.

She became more and more disdainful of this man, who was too wretched.

There must be a psychological problem.

"Hey! What are you doing with these photos?"

Anyway, it's almost there, Zhou Ziying is going to take care of this mentally retarded.

Feng Lin glanced at Zhou Ziying next to him, and replied casually: "They all have a marriage contract with me, but I can only marry a wife, and I am going to give up the rest."

"Puff!"

Zhou Ziying squirted out with a smile.

This is a few dishes to be able to speak such nonsense.

Suddenly, Zhou Ziying narrowed her smile because she saw her good girlfriend in the photo.

In the photo, she is wearing a black office uniform, and her perfect figure is drawn vividly.

Zhou Ziying took the photo and asked sharply: "This person also has a marriage contract with you?"

Feng Lin glanced casually and nodded, "Yes, but she was brushed off. You look at her face as if she owed her two hundred dollars."

"Don't be ashamed, okay? This is the general manager of the Jiangshi Xu Family Group, worth more than 100 million yuan. Anyone chasing her can drown you with a single spit!"

Forget the others, this person is Zhou Ziying's best friend.

The two grew up together and lived together when studying abroad.

Never allow this shameless man to be yelled.

Feng Lin's eyes lit up suddenly, "You know?"

"Huh! Of course I know, did you show it? Ashamed!"

Zhou Ziying hugged her arms and snorted disdainfully.

"Great! This saves me. I will look for her. You will take me there directly, and I will retreat from the marriage."

Feng Lin excitedly grabbed Zhou Ziying's hand.

"You let go! I won't take you crazy!"

Zhou Ziying slapped Feng Lin's hand hard and turned her face away.

Feng Lin pouted his lips and continued to study the beauty in the photo.

While talking, the train arrived at the station.

Zhou Ziying got up and left, not forgetting to make a grimace at Feng Lin, "Disgusting! Take time to go to the hospital to check your brain."

"On the contrary, you should go to the hospital to have a look at the medicine. Sooner or later, something will go wrong with that kind of medicine."

Feng Lin stared at the photo and said flatly.

Zhou Ziying glanced at Feng Lin in surprise. How did he know these things?

It should be Mongolian.

Zhou Ziying murmured and got out of the car along the crowd.

Feng Lin looked at the photo for a while, looked startled, and chased it out abruptly, "Return the photo to me!"

After chasing the train, Zhou Ziying could not find it anymore.

Feng Lin raised his head to look at the sign on the heights.

It turned out to be Jiang City here.

Feng Lin also sighed with fate. Speaking of which, he used to go to high school here.

The woman said just now that the person in the photo is in Xu's house in Jiang City.

That's perfect.

He put the remaining photos in his pocket, ready to divorce.

Feng Lin's father is a doctor and saved many people when he was young.

He has a hobby. Whenever he sees beautiful female dolls, he thinks of deciding Feng Lin a doll.

Half a month ago, he called and said that he would not live long.

Frightened Feng Lin hurriedly returned from abroad.

Only when I got home did I know that he was pretending.

He also threw some photos to Feng Lin, asked him to pick a wife, and said he was anxious to hug his grandson.

Feng Lin knew what the old man meant, and wanted him to walk out of the shadows.

He also felt that it was time to stabilize.

"Hey! Let's work, go to Xu's house."

Feng Lin sighed softly and left the station.

Eastern District.

It is the villa area of ​​Jiang City.

All the people living here are rich in Jiangshi.

Xujia Manor.

Zhou Ziying sat at the stone table on the lawn, and there were two people opposite her.

One of them is a very well maintained woman with plump body and permed hair.

The other is the woman in the photo of Feng Lin.

Xu Ruoying.

With a single ponytail tied to her, she showed a beautiful face that was exquisite and cold.

A lively image of a strong woman.

The most striking thing is her hot body.

As a big beauty, Zhou Ziying is also a little weaker in front of her.

"Xiaoying, what I said just now is true. Look at this picture, I grabbed it."

Zhou Ziying smiled and put the photo on the table.

"The toad wants to eat swan meat, my daughter, is that kind of man to match it?" The woman snorted coldly.

She is Xu Ruoying's mother, Wang Qin.

"Mom, why bother to be angry? This picture was obviously downloaded from the Internet."

Xu Ruoying shook her head slightly, she looked very open.

There are so many disgusting men that they can't see it.

"Haha, they still have photos of the celebrity in their hands, saying they are also his fiancee." Zhou Ziying teased.

When Wang Qin heard this, he laughed.

I thought that there was only one photo of her daughter, but now I know he has more than one.

She should listen to the jokes.

How can that kind of **** who lives in fantasy all day be worthy of his own daughter?

What's more, Xu Ruoying's future husband, Wang Qin has long been chosen.

At this moment, a tall middle-aged man with a Chinese character face came over here.

"uncle!"

Zhou Ziying stood up with a smile and said hello.

The man's name is Xu Chuan, Xu Ruoying's father.

"Ziying is here?" Xu Chuan walked over with a smile, "What are you guys talking about? You laugh so happy?"

"Today Yingying was on the train and saw a wretched man holding a photo of our daughter, saying it was her fiance."

Wang Qin couldn't help but laugh, and did not forget to show Xu Chuan the photo on the stone table.

Xu Chuan didn't smile, but his face was a little solemn, "Speaking of which, Xiaoying does have a fiance."

"what?"

The three people at the stone table looked at each other and were surprised at the same time.

The air seemed to freeze.

Immediately, Zhou Ziying laughed, "Uncle, I didn't expect you to be joking too."

Both Wang Qin and Xu Ruoying were also relieved.

Wang Qin rolled his eyes and yelled, "I hate it! Frighten me."

"I'm not kidding, my dad ordered the marriage relationship back then, and that man seems to be called Feng Lin."

Having said that, Xu Chuan walked to the villa in the distance, "I remember there are photos in the album, I will look for them."

Looking at Xu Chuan's back, Zhou Ziying asked in a deep voice: "That man, isn't it true?"

"It must be fake, just download pictures on the Internet, otherwise, how could there be female celebrities?"

Xu Ruoying waved her hand and didn't care.

"That said, he has a lot of them."

Zhou Ziying also nodded secretly.

At this time, the security guard of the manor trot over and stood respectfully in the distance.

"Madame, miss, someone is asking to see me."

"Who?"

Wang Qin picked up the black tea in front of him and asked with a sip.

"He said his name is Feng Lin, and he is Miss Xu Ruoying's fiancé." The bodyguard replied with his head down.

Click!

The tea cup in Wang Qin's hand fell on the stone table and broke into pieces.

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