novelraw Chapter 533: Anti-routine
Chapter 533: Anti-routine
Chapter 533
"It's you?"
Uneasy, Chen Lin saw a person coming in, so he fixed his eyes on Yu Minglang.
This handsome and good-tempered young man impressed Chen Lin. The trouble he didn't dare to ask Jia Xiufang before was also related to Yu Minglang.
After the divorce case between Jia Xiufang and Chen Lin was over, Yu Minglang appeared at the door of the court and chopped a brick with his bare hands, successfully frightening Chen Lin.
Chen Lin only knew that Xiaoqian had made a very good boyfriend, but he didn't expect that the boyfriend's background was so scary. The moment he saw Yu Minglang, his heart flickered.
Yu Minglang Qi Yuxuan walked in, pulled out the chair and sat on the opposite side of Chen Lin drastically. With only one glance, Chen Linxin thumped and accelerated with fright.
The last time I saw Yu Minglang, he hasn't let go of his aura as he does now. He will meet in a limited space. Chen Lin only feels particularly flustered.
Yu Minglang did not speak, but looked at Chen Lin with sharp eyes, and Chen Lin was cold and sweaty.
"Where's Xiufang? I want to see Xiufang! Or...you can call Xiaoqian over." Chen Lin was afraid of being stared at by Yu Minglang, feeling that the aura of not speaking to Minglang could crush him. Make a request quickly while you can still speak.
He would rather face Jia Xiufang and Xiaoqian than face the fierce Yu Minglang. In the clear and sharp eyes, he felt that he had died several times.
"Xiaoqian? Who is Xiaoqian?" Yu Minglang folded her legs carelessly. His movements were slow and slow, but it was extremely oppressive. There was a deep cold from all over his body, especially when he heard the daddy talk about himself. When the name of the beloved woman is, the air-conditioning becomes heavier.
"She is my daughter... She is..." Chen Lin couldn't tell, because Yu Minglang, who was expressionless just now, suddenly smiled.
But this smile is chilling, and it feels more frightening than when he is not smiling.
"Daughter?" Yu Minglang asked mockingly, "In your heart, have you ever regarded her as your daughter? Even if there is only a small amount of paternal love, have you given her?"
Chen Lin was so scared by Yu Minglang that he didn't dare to speak. He still remembered Yu Minglang's last action when he cleaved a brick, even if the sentence was not right for Minglang, he would use him as a brick.
"Although there are many patriarchs, the things you did to her are no longer as simple as patriarchal. I really doubt whether you are her biological father or not, because you want to find such a scumbag father too. It's not easy. The animals still have the feeling of licking their calves, do you have it?"
"I, I'm her father!" Chen Lin's eyes dodged and did not dare to answer directly, he was afraid that if he didn't emphasize this, Yu Minglang would kill him.
"Hehe, I really didn’t see it. I have seen a lot of bad guys, and some of them are extremely wicked, but these people still have a trace of remorse when they treat their families, especially their children, like you. It’s the first time I have seen a father who tried to marry his daughter to a scumbag after the admission notice for the Tibetan child, and who has made these things."
Yu Minglang is not polite to Chen Lin, his attitude towards the people around Xiao Qian is particularly simple.
Whoever treats his woman is good, he treats him well, whoever bullies Xiaoqian, he does it, not even his father!
"I was wrong! Give me a way out, please!"
Chen Lin lies in the clear and powerful deterrence. The last point of his heart is gone. When his knees are weak, he will kneel, and Yu Minglang just stretches his legs to prevent him from kneeling.
"What you said is so pitiful, but what you do is not pitiful at all. Come on, what do you plan to do?"
"What to do..." Chen Lin was taken aback, Yu Minglang withdrew his swing stick from his waist, and seemed to accidentally shake it in the room a few times, demonstrating Chen Lin what stick art is.
Yu Minglang can play with this thing. Listening to the sound of the stick splitting the air, Chen Lin could not imagine what it would feel like when this thing hit him. The scared teeth touched up and down.
"What do you want, me, I won't bother with their mother and daughter again in the future! Let me go, for Xiaoqian's sake, I still love my daughter very much."
"Oh? The father and daughter are in love?" Yu Minglang stopped playing with the stick and pressed the swinging stick against Chen Lin's shoulder. He didn't use any force but made Chen Lin feel a powerful deterrent.
"Yes, yes! I have a deep love with her father and daughter. She is my daughter. I care about her too much. Don't embarrass me because of her face."
"Since she is deep in love, then she owes me 30,000 yuan, do you pay it back?" Yu Minglang asked deliberately.
"...Money?! Are you not a couple?" Chen Lin didn't understand Yu Minglang's routine.
"I was a couple before, but now I am not. She took 30,000 yuan from me for school. Since you said that you have a good relationship with her, then you pay it back for her."
"But I have no money..."
"My brother is in business. You go to him to work for 2 years for free, and 2 years to pay off the debt. We provide food and shelter but don’t give you cash, how about?"
"This..."
Chen Lin hesitated.
He said why so many people came here. It turned out that it was not for Jia Xiufang to vent his anger, but the abominable Chen Xiaoqian caused trouble outside. This man asked him to be accounted for!
Chen Lin wanted to touch Ci Xiaoqian, so Yu Minglang gave him an anti-routine!
"Think clearly, work free for two years, I don't make it difficult for you or her, otherwise..."
Chen Lin did not want to work for two years free of charge as Yu Minglang said, saying that it included food and housing, but wouldn’t that mean going to jail? No money yet!
Furthermore, why did he pay such a big price for Chen Xiaoqian's wild girl?
Yu Minglang is waiting for Chen Lin’s answer. This answer is directly related to Chen Lin’s future destiny, and it is also Yu Minglang’s last chance for Chen Lin.
But Chen Lin didn't seize this opportunity. He nodded and bowed to Yu Minglang with a smile, and said flatly.
"I have a better idea. I promise you can get the money back. It won't take two years."
"Oh?" Yu Minglang squinted.
"I have a friend who works as a foreman in Ye Shanghai. I sent the girl over. You know that the girl is so pretty. It won't take long to pay off the debt!"
Yu Minglang's eyes can kill people. Chen Lin didn't see Yu Minglang's face and his fisted hands. He said that he thought he was a good solution.
"We can do this. First send Chen Xiaoqian in and let her mother take the money. Her mother is rich now, and if she wants to save her daughter, she must be able to pay. Wouldn’t it be ten days and half a month for 30,000 yuan if you’re willing to pay? If the cabaret doesn’t work, there will be baths, and then—"
"Dang!"
Chen Lin couldn't continue, Yu Minglang's stick shattered one of his glass.
"You don't deserve to be her father." Yu Minglang was angry and thankful.
It was the right choice for him not to let Qianbao in. Chen Lin's extremely ugly face shouldn't be seen by his baby, and she didn't want to hurt her heart again.
Never mind, this wicked person will be done by him.
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