Su Zhatian, the male god of fast wear

Chapter 512 President Bingshan (31)

"Cripple?" An Wan smiled sinisterly.

Accompanied by her words, Wang Rui's horrific screams followed immediately...

"what!!!"

Wang Rui bent over and covered his stomach with pain on his face.

In just a few seconds, his face turned from rosy to pale.

"Xiao, Xiaowan, you..." Wang Rui clutched his stomach, his pale cheeks were full of disbelief.

"Wang Rui, I can understand your mentality of wanting to take care of me and protect me."

"But you can't blindly immerse yourself in your world without thinking about me."

"I'm over 20, what's wrong with me getting closer to the man?"

"My parents don't care much about you. I warn you, if I don't get married in the future, believe it or not, I'll kill you for the first time." An Wan threatened with a dangerous face.

"I'll marry you!" Wang Rui blurted out.

Seeing An Wan's cold gaze sweeping towards him, Wang Rui quickly said: "If you can't get married, I will marry you!"

"You are too ugly, your figure is too poor, your height is too short, your temperament is not good, you are not gentlemanly enough, and you are poor..."

"Wang Rui, where do you have the confidence to say marry me?"

Wang Rui: "..." Heartbroken.

Seeing An Wan's back turning and going upstairs, Wang Rui's handsome face with a always playful smile showed a faint look of disappointment.

He couldn't help reaching out to touch his face, his facial features, couldn't help lowering his head to look at himself, couldn't help reaching out and placing his hands on top of his head to measure...

"I'm pretty handsome."

"The character of 1.7 meters three is not very tall, but it is not short either."

"Body... Although I don't have abdominal muscles or pectoral muscles, my body is neither fat nor thin. It's quite standard."

"There is also temperament, obviously many people praise me as a sunny and handsome guy..."

"Not a gentleman enough...I don't treat others very well, but what's wrong with me to her Anwan?"

"There's still poverty... Damn, where am I poor?" Wang Rui said with a depressed face.

Although his worth is listed on some rich list, he can still be regarded as a second-generation rich man.

What's more, he and An Wan have known each other since childhood, and they know each other well. He doesn't smoke, drink or fight, so he is a good man.

How could he become so useless when An Wan said that?
Just when Wang Rui fell into self-doubt, suddenly, a scorching gaze fell on him.

He turned his head in doubt, and his gaze converged with Qin Muhan's cold gaze...

Wang Rui: "..."

Looking at Qin Muhan's expressionless but handsome face, Wang Rui's face turned dark.

Look at Qin Muhan, even though he is disabled, but sitting in a wheelchair does not affect his crushing aura in the slightest.

Think about Qin Muhan's worth...

Qin Muhan's height...

Qin Muhan's figure...

The more Wang Rui thought about it, the more he felt uncomfortable.

Are you handsome?
Is it amazing to be rich?

Are you in great shape?
Is it gentlemanly, poised and imposing?
Although he is slightly inferior to Qin Muhan...

But Qin Muhan was unlucky, he was unable to walk at a young age and sat in a wheelchair.

It doesn't look like him, alive and kicking, full of vigor and vitality.

Qin Muhan's cold gaze swept over Wang Rui, and he controlled the wheelchair to change direction and returned to the room expressionlessly.

With a "bang", the door was closed, and Wang Rui's jealous and sad little eyes were completely cut off.

In the silent room, Qin Muhan sat on the wheelchair with an unclear expression, subconsciously covering his left chest...

(End of this chapter)