Quick Transmigration Counterattack: Mysterious Boss, Don’t Tease

Chapter 1569 Hand-tear Stallion Male 6

Now the son of the son who is chasing the bottom of the inquiry is completely to humiliate Chen Feiqi.

To know that people who can come here today are not jade merchants, or famous people in the jade world, or some rich family sons, there is absolutely no ordinary person.

The north rain squats in the crowd, watching the lively quietly.

In the past life, the work of this rich family was carried out by the original north rain. The magic is that the two people's practices are exactly the same.

Hey, is it necessary to do this with a supporting role to be a competent supporting role?

Lin Biaoer heard the son of the son asking questions, his face changed slightly, and his eyebrows were angered. Although she knew that Chen Feiqi would finally make everyone look at each other, but at this time his own people were so humiliated, just like hitting her face.

"Fang thinks." Lin Yier unpleasantly called the rich family son with a hint of warning in his tone.

Chen Feiqi saw the beauty on his side for himself, and his heart was warm, and the eyes that looked at Lin Biaoer became soft. He took Lin's hand and motioned that she didn't have to be angry with them.

Lin Biaoer looked at him, and the anger contained the eyes that hugged him, and he showed it when he looked at him.

A look, even more than any speech is moving.

Chen Fei’s heart was hot, holding her hand tight.

He looked at the male son who looked down at the dog's eyes. He looked cold and said nothing: "A cloth is better than a family of young masters."

When I want to hear it, I feel ridiculously on the corner of my lips. "I don't know where Mr. Chen is taller? If there is no good job, look at your friend who is a nephew. I can introduce you to a good person. jobs."

The other side of the high-pitched alms face, no one can not help but anger, but Chen Feizhen did not, even if the heart already wants to teach the other side, the face is as usual.

"I think, you..."

When Lin Biaoer’s words were not finished, they were stopped by Chen Feiqi.

Chen Feiyan looked at him with a smile, and said in a soft tone: "That is really a thank you to the young master, but just to do some small business, I am afraid to live up to the good intentions of Fang Shaoye."

Fang thought that he was very curious about what he was doing. He asked with interest: "I don't know what you are doing? Is it selling flasks? I heard that there is a college student who sells hot cakes on the Internet recently."

On the Internet, the hot post of selling sesame cakes with a monthly income of more than 100,000 is not enough in the eyes of these rich families.

Fang wants to say this, it is completely degrading him.

When Lin Biaoer saw him, he said that he was over and over, and his face was red, but he was always stopped by Chen Fei.

Chen Fei smiled and said: "The cooking is not perfect, you can't do it. Maybe, if you have any achievements in school, you can consider it."

Fang wants to see him delaying to say what he is doing, and he is sure to be a difficult job. Otherwise, who is humiliated to this share, not self-reported.

So obscured, it must be difficult to open the teeth.

Fang wants to want him to say it more.

Bei Yuyu looked at the situation on the field, and the lips evoked a meaningful smile.

This Chen Fei’s demeanor is a matter of heart. During the talk and laugh, step by step, the party wants to follow his steps. Fang thought but did not know it at all, but instead was complacent.

"Mr. Chen, what kind of career is it? You are so mysterious, but it evokes my curiosity." Fang wants to smile at him, there is no contempt and disdain in the smile.

(End of this chapter)