Rebirth of the Pampered Wife

Violently wiped the tears from his face, Lin still secretly disliked that he would cry for such a father if he didn't live up to his expectations, and insisted, replying word by word: "It's not my fault that the company is on the verge of bankruptcy, but you caused it. . The reason why the company has been in a deficit is because you don't use your money in the right place, you just want to show your face all day and don't care about anything!"

"You—" Lin Changqing was poked at his shortcomings, 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, Either sell your most prestigious company and give me the money, you can choose or not!"

Lin still widened his eyes and laughed angrily, "Dad, you are not willing to give me the slightest share of the shares in your name, and you want to sell my hard work to fill your shortfall, this is your father. Can it be done?"

"Why can't you!" Lin Changqing replied with a righteous man, "Besides, it's not a bad thing for you to marry that Pan Yijing, he told me personally that he likes you, I think so, I didn't find you a good one. My mother-in-law, what is there to be unhappy about?"

Lin still had tears streaming down from the corners of his eyes, his voice was cold, "I won't call you Dad again, you don't have the right to decide my marriage and plans for my company, that's it, you live or die, I don't care. A relationship."

"Stinky girl, you dare to say such a thing, are you courting death!"

Lin still didn't say a word, hung up the phone calmly, and by the way put Lin Changqing's phone number on the blacklist.

Holding the phone, Lin still walked to the balcony as if lost his soul, and sat on the rattan chair slowly shaking.

After flipping through the phone, Lin still dialed Mu Nansheng's number, trying to find someone to talk to, but unfortunately Mu Nansheng didn't answer.

Still at the party.

Lin still curled the corners of his mouth bitterly, and casually dropped the phone, leaving it tied to the wooden board.

Holding his shoulders, tears were shed softly at first, but gradually turned into shrugging shoulders and crying uncontrollably.

Lin still knew that the apartment was not soundproofed. But this time, Lin still couldn't control that much. She needed to vent her long-buried emotions and burst into tears.

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

Pan Yijing didn't like other people touching his things because he had not returned to China for two days, so he buried his head and cleaned up. Just as Pan Yijing put the book on the shelf, he heard the faint cry, Pan Yijing frowned and didn't care.

However, the crying continued, as if from the balcony.

Pan Yijing put down what was in his hand and walked slowly to the balcony.

The closer he got to the balcony, the more clearly Pan Yijing could hear.

Finally, hearing and seeing Lin Yijing crying helplessly on his shoulders, Pan Yijing's heart tightened, and he felt sorry for Lin Yiran.

Because of the relationship between the neighbors, Lin Yijing and Pan Yijing's balconies were connected, and Lin still buried his head on the rattan chair, and did not see Pan Yijing standing on the balcony at all.

Hearing Lin Yuan's cry gradually becoming hoarse, Pan Yijing lightly walked 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 sent it, anyway, there is something that can coax Lin still.

Pulling out the pen and paper he was wearing, Pan Yijing wrote a sentence.

Thinking that Lin Yijing must have recognized his Chinese handwriting, Pan Yijing learned to be smart and wrote English specially.

Stuffing the kraft paper into the pocket of the Doraemon doll, Pan Yijing walked to the balcony with a pen.