The Strongest Matrilocal Son-in-law

"Maybe."

I'm afraid that Lin Renxuan will not have the right to buy the bank.

In other words, Lin Xuan is the real boss.

"A first-class family like the Lin family is a dream of her grandmother, and she wants to flatter her. On the one hand, she relies on Qinyang because she is the eldest grandson of the Qin family and the heir of the Qin family. On the other hand, grandma still doesn't want the Qin family to be just a second-class family and has high hopes for Qinyang."

Qin poetry and Lin Xuan rarely talk about family matters. Facing the sun, the sun flushed her pretty face. After the movement, her face was ruddy and delicate, and her beauty was more charming.

Lin Xuan said with a smile, "at that time, Liu Huangshu and Bai Di City took care of himself. With Zhuge Liang's shocking strategy, he could not support ah Dou. In the end, Shu was defeated. "

"What do you mean? Do you want to say that Qin Yang is a Dou that can't be supported? "

"No, ah Dou was abandoned again, and he finally became the leader of Shu state. But in my eyes, Qin Yang couldn't support the wall with mud." Lin Xuan stood on a blue stone, stretching his muscles and bones. His words once again refreshed the world outlook of Qin poetry.

A garbage door-to-door son-in-law who has been criticized by all people in Shenzhen market, what qualification does it have to say that other people's mud can't help up the wall?

For three years, Lin Xuan is known to all for his reputation as a loser.

More than any of the stars, it has caused more public discussion after dinner.

Qin's poetry thought in his heart: should it be that he was ridiculed and suppressed for three years, that he was insane and led to neuropathy?

At the end of the morning run, Qin Shishi drove to Guokang Pharmaceutical Group. Lin Xuan was still riding a small electric donkey to follow him.

Everyone dislikes the traffic congestion in a first tier city like Shenzhen, but Lin Xuan thanks for the congestion. With his electric donkey, he shuttles between the traffic jams and follows the cars of Qin poetry.

Three years later, watching Qin Shishi walk into the group building, he was relieved to put the little electric donkey in front of the breakfast stand not far below. "Boss, the same, two leek boxes and a cup of soymilk."

"OK, now!"

The owner of the big breakfast stand, who was also frank, sent the hot leek box and soybean milk out of the pot.

"Man, I really admire your perseverance. Your wife is driving a BMW X3, and you ride a little electric donkey. What is the purpose of watching her go to work like this every day?"

Every time, the boss is with confused eyes, looking at Lin Xuan, a question repeatedly asked, I do not know how many times.

"What can I do to send my wife to work

Lin Xuan bit a big leek box, I have to say, this is the most delicious leek box he has ever eaten.

"It's like the leek box you made. It tastes the same for three years, and it's always delicious. What else can you do? "

The boss burst out laughing, "everyone's mouth is full of rubbish. My son-in-law is infatuated with the leek box in my small stall. If it gets out, it will make headlines again."

"Man, you still want to borrow celebrity hype? It's OK. Give the endorsement fee first. "

"Celebrity?" The boss turned his eyes on the beads, nuzzled his lips, shrugged, "you are a celebrity!"

"However, my breakfast business has not yet reached the stage of planning and listing. I think it's OK to advertise."

Lin Xuan almost choked by the leek box. He swallowed the food in his mouth with soya bean milk. With a pair of playful eyes, he looked at the boss, "well guessed. You are not a pure breakfast vendor, are you?"