Kuai Chuan is healing the powerful and miserable bosses every day

Chapter 199 ② Against (8)

"Go ahead."

Wen Jinhuan took some time off to look at him with his hands in his pockets.

Logically speaking, even if there is a banquet, there are basically no people on the third and second floors. Except for my family, other guests are active on the first floor.

What Qi Linfan was afraid of was not that other people would hear it, but that the Qi family would hear it.

"Sister, give me [-] million." He lowered his voice and said.

"..."

Three hundred million? !
"What did you say?" Wen Jinhuan's voice was calm.

In the past, it was fine for Qi Linfan to go too far, but now he dares to ask her for [-] million!

Qi Linfan's tone was very loud.

Does Wen Jinhuan seem like someone who can spend [-] million?Three thousand may have to be considered, after all, she has just found a job.

"You heard me right, give me [-] million." He repeated.

The tone was blunt, as if Wen Jinhuan owed him something.

Wen Jinhuan twirled the tip of her tongue in her mouth, she smiled innocently, "Do I look like a [-] million person?"

"You don't, brother-in-law does." Qi Linfan said confidently.

"Ah."

He also knew that it was impossible for a real brother-in-law to find a brother-in-law, let alone An Tinglan was a fake.

"Just say whether to give it or not."

He waved his hands like an old man.

Wen Jinhuan asked, "What do you want [-] million for?"

"Don't ask, just give it to me."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan sneered, "Do you think [-] million is how much? I can give it to you if I want to?"

"It's impossible for you to marry An Tinglan without [-] million yuan. For An Tinglan, [-] million yuan is as simple as a few dollars." He said.

This sentence made Wen Jin happy.

"Qi Linfan, are you a three-year-old now? You have no concept of money, right? No matter how much [-] million is to An's, you are not worthy. I have no obligation to help you. I am not your parent. You can go Ask your parents for the money."

"Where does the Qi family have this money, besides, they must not let their parents know, so only you can go to your brother-in-law to save me."

Seeing that Wen Jinhuan refused to help, Qi Linfan complained to her.

"Qi Yuqian, do you think that you are superior to others because you are married to An Tinglan, and now you are not willing to spend money to help your brother?"

Wen Jinhuan glanced at him, "[-] million is not a small amount, no one can save you. What's the use of you kidnapping me morally? An Tinglan can't help you either."

What Wen Jinhuan said was the truth, An Tinglan and her were not real husband and wife, and never regarded her as his wife, let alone the Qi family as relatives.

So people from the Qi family are strangers to him, who would help a stranger.

"You might as well tell your parents why you want the [-] million instead of asking me."

"Qi Yuqian!" Qi Linfan was furious, "Your brother is going to die now, but you don't want to use money to save me."

From what he said, Wen Jinhuan guessed that he might be infected with gambling, otherwise he wouldn't ask for so much money.

"Can you help me, Qi Yuqian!"

"No help."

"I'm going to find An Tinglan."

"Then you go find it."

He walked down, what Wen Jinhuan said made him stop.

"Before you find him, I guarantee that your parents will know before him."

Qi Linfan gritted his teeth, "Qi Yuqian, you are as cheap as your dead mother."

This is Ni Lin, Wen Jinhuan's Ni Lin, Wen Jinhuan directly reached out and slapped him.

Qi Linfan covered his face and looked at Wen Jinhuan in shock, "You dare to hit me!"

Wen Jinhuan withdrew his hand, smiled, and said in the most gentle voice: "Why don't I dare to hit you? I just don't care about your petty fights before, but now you want to touch my Ni Lin ?”

He said viciously: "You wait for me, I am the eldest son of the Qi family, I will not let your mother enter the genealogy and ancestral hall of the Qi family!"

"Oh?"

"Please never come back, you are no longer the Qi family."

"..."

Wen Jinhuan withdrew his smile, walked down from the side with a gloomy complexion and icy eyes.

When passing by Qi Linfan, she paused, "No one cares about the Qi family."

The benefit of marrying An Tinglan to the Qi family is to do the last bit of filial piety to bring her up.

Coming down from the third floor and passing the corner stairs, she suddenly saw a figure standing at the exit of the stairs.

This is An Tinglan's back, she can recognize it, because only he can wear a handsome suit with a noble and glamorous taste.

It is unclear how much he listened to and when he came.

Wen Jinhuan's footsteps only paused for two seconds, and then continued to step down.

The rattling sound of high heels made An Tinglan turn her head.

In the silent confrontation, no one had the intention to speak.

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(End of this chapter)