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Zhou Bing gave him a lesson, so he didn't dare to speak, so he rolled his eyes and pretended not to hear.

After taking the second elder to visit the villa, Zhou Ling hoped that the family would live here in the future.

But the second old man said that they prefer to live in their hometown, so let him live with his future daughter-in-law here.

Zhou Ling is also not good at forcing.

In the evening, he opened a bottle of good liquor, Song Wei got some peanuts and let him drink with his father.

Just put peanuts, and then take a sip of white wine, spicy into the throat, happy and happy!

"Xiao Ling, this wine is not bad, isn't it cheap?" Zhou Bing asked with a smile, his eyes lit up.

Zhou Ling raised his brows, full of pride: "Guess how much?"

"I guess... ten thousand?"

Zhou Bing blinked and said a price that he found terrifying.

Zhou Ling smiled and nodded.

This made Zhou Bing take a breath of cold air in shock, and kept saying: "Mom, is this too expensive? Ten thousand a bottle?"

"It's ten thousand cups!" Zhou Ling smiled calmly.

Zhou Bing almost spit out the wine, but he swallowed it.

"[-] cups? Then this bottle can't be hundreds of thousands?"

"Hundreds of thousands is a conservative estimate." Zhou Ling chewed the peanuts calmly.

Song Wei and Zhou Bing were so frightened, hundreds of thousands of bottles?

Is this gold or wine?

Ordinary people's income for several years cannot be worth a bottle of wine?

so horrible!

"You can't spend money like this!" Song Wei complained.

"What does the mother-in-law know? Go away!"

Zhou Bing chanted majestically, but when he met Song Wei's stern gaze, he shrank his neck in fright and chewed the peanuts obediently.

"You drink less, your body is already..."

Seeing that he couldn't put it down cup after cup, Song Wei couldn't help reminding.

Unexpectedly, Zhou Bing's face changed greatly, and he said angrily: "What's wrong with my body? I'm fine, I can drink more!"

This time, Song Wei didn't refute him, but silently shut up.

Listening to the conversation between the two of them, Zhou Ling felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't speak.

"Dad, Mom, what's wrong?" he asked in confusion.

"Nothing! Drink and drink!" Zhou Bing smiled casually, pretending that nothing happened.

Drink this drink until midnight.

The two big men were drunk, so Song Wei had to take turns dragging them into the room and making them sleep soundly.

In the middle of the night, Zhou Ling slept like a dead pig, but in the guest room, Zhou Bing and Song Wei did not sleep.

"You almost missed out! If Xiaoling hears it, it will definitely be the end!" Zhou Bing was still drunk.

Song Wei sobbed softly and said, "Our son is very good, maybe he has a way to cure your illness?"

Zhou Bing sighed and said: "Because he is rich, let alone!"

"This disease is a fatal disease. No amount of money can cure it. I don't want to ruin his current life."

"But……"

"It's nothing but, just like that, just pretend that nothing happened!"

Zhou Bing said sternly that Song Wei was not allowed to mention this matter again.

……

The next day, Zhou Ling took his parents out for breakfast.

He originally reserved a top tea restaurant, but Er Lao wanted to eat soy milk fritters on the roadside.

This stall is very simple, just five tables and a few stools.

When people eating breakfast here see Zhou Ling driving a Bentley Mulsanne for breakfast, they all feel magical.

"Isn't it? Rich people also eat roadside stalls?"

"Is soy milk fritters enough? Aren't rich people all bird's nest shark fins?"

"It's really a big guy. I've been hit by this kind of crit after eating in the morning. It's too hard for me..."

The crowd kept crying in their hearts.

They all eat from roadside stalls. Others drive Bentleys, but they can only drive battery cars!

An office worker finished his breakfast with a grudge, only to find that the battery was missing.

The battery car is empty!

There is only one note: plagiarism. Guevara, come here!

"Stealing Guevara! Battery thief?"

The face of the office worker turned white. This technique was so miraculous that he didn't even notice when he was beside him?

In desperation, he had to run to take the subway.

"Son, who is Guevara?" Song Wei asked curiously.

"Uh...he's...a very strong thief." Zhou Ling smirked, not knowing how to explain.

Zhou Bing couldn't help complaining: "What kind of character is the thief talking about? Do you think he wrote novels?"

Hearing this, Zhou Ling smiled disdainfully and laughed at himself: "These days, thieves are more dignified than those who write novels, forget it."

As they were about to finish eating, a surprised voice sounded.

"Hey? Aren't you Zhou Ling? Why are you having breakfast here?"

A woman in a miniskirt exclaimed in surprise.

"You are... Huang Yanling?" Zhou Ling also recognized it. This was his high school classmate.

"Yeah, why are you eating these? It's not healthy! It's not healthy!"

Looking at the soy milk fritters, Huang Yanling cried out in disgust, and took two steps back.

"Is there any problem?" Zhou Ling put down the bowl.

"It's a big problem, it's too low-end. Like I eat KFC chicken every day, I have to buy a Simbucks coffee!"

Huang Yanling was triumphant and held up Simba in her hand as if showing off.

"It's not expensive, it's only a hundred yuan in total!"

Huang Yanling's vanity has been greatly satisfied.

"No way, I can't afford those, so I can only come to the roadside stall."

Zhou Ling shrugged and laughed at himself.

Huang Yanling looked at him a few times, and suddenly said "Oh" meaningfully, and said, "Understandably, the poor do have their way of life."

What she didn't know was that when she said this, everyone wanted to flatter her!

poor?

Are you calling a big guy who drives a Bentley a poor man?

"By the way, there is a class reunion the day after tomorrow, remember to come!"

After chatting with Zhou Ling for a few more times, Huang Yanling left with satisfaction.

When she left, she stared at the roadside Bentley, almost hitting a telephone pole without knowing it!

He also muttered: "I don't know which local tyrant it is, but it's actually a Bentley. It would be great if I could meet him!"

The people around almost vomited the soy milk.

You already knew that local tyrant, and you just mocked him for being poor!

"Son, who is that person?" Song Wei asked with a frown.

"Oh, just a fool, don't worry about it."

Zhou Ling smiled.

What he didn't know was that Huang Yanling had already posted a picture of herself eating at a roadside stall to her high school friend group.

There is no Zhou Ling here!

"Do you know, I saw Zhou Ling today, he was so poor that he could only eat roadside stalls, hahaha!"

This picture immediately aroused everyone's comments.

"Isn't it? It's really him? Didn't he get the best grades in school? Why is he so bad?"

"And he is also the most handsome, and the teacher often praises him for his promising future!"

"Hahaha, is he the only one who has a bright future? He has been reduced to eating roadside stalls, what a waste!"

"The worst of us is countless times better than him!"

Many boys burst into laughter, and their hearts were full of joy.

What bullshit three good students, farts are not!

Without money, you can only eat roadside stalls!

And the girls are also emotional and happy.

Back then, he, who had the best grades and the most handsome looks, was dazed by how many girls.

But now, who still cares about him?