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Chapter 3 I Don't Like Your Type(2/2)

But I found a tall beauty who got off the driver's seat, held Feng Lin in her hands and refused to let him go, and pushed her into the car.

Seeing this, Qian Jing was dumbfounded.

The two of them had obviously known each other when they were just doing.

"Quick! Ask him to call! Hurry!"

No matter how stupid Qian Jing is, she knows what is going on.

Can an ordinary person have such a good relationship with a beauties who drive a million-dollar luxury car?

Guo Dong was also stunned. When he realized that the car had already driven away.

"You are such a waste! Didn't you tell you to hurry up?"

Qian Jing shouted angrily and pushed Guo Dong hard.

"You still have the face to say to me? Who looked down on me just now?" Guo Dong couldn't help but growl, "Your attitude towards others, he doesn't hate me, he's burning incense!"

Qian Jing sighed deeply, and her intestines were regretful. Such big shots could find them a good job in just one sentence.

She wanted to slap herself.

...

Feng Lin sat in the passenger seat and looked at Xu Ruoying helplessly, "What do you mean?"

She said just now that Feng Lin would not go with her, so she said on the street that he had his child, saying that he had abandoned him all the time.

A great young man like Feng Lin doesn’t want to be misunderstood.

"I want to marry you."

Xu Ruoying looked ahead with her eyes cold face.

Feng Lin suddenly became solemn, "You don't really have children. You want me to be my father, right?"

"I haven't talked to my boyfriend once, all the first time."

Xu Ruoying stepped on the brakes and stopped at the edge of the road in the suburbs. She turned to stare at Feng Lin, "I want to marry you."

Feng Lin was speechless, "Didn't I say it? I don't like your type."

"What type do you like?" Xu Ruoying asked.

"I like..." Feng Lin's hand gestured, "That kind of very big..."

"I am e." Xu Ruoying said expressionlessly.

Feng Lin glanced secretly, "Your appearance meets the standards, but your personality is not good. I like the gentle big sister."

"You are not a man. If a woman like me is sent to you, you dare not get married."

Xu Ruoying looked at the vibrating phone and pressed hands-free.

"Xiaoying, what's going on with you? Feng Lin is a waste! Are you crazy?" Wang Qin's roar came from the other side of the phone.

"What's the waste!"
Chapter completed!
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