100: C100 Who Is My Big Brother I Forgot

C100 Who Is My Big Brother I Forgot

"Huh?"

Han Wenwen reacted and understood Tang Xinyi's thoughts. She vaguely felt that Tang Xinyi was related to Lin Tian and awkwardly smiled: "I forgot …"

Lin Yu Die was stunned.

"You!" She was furious.

"My apologies, elder sister-in-law, we are not allowed to tell you." Han Wenwen stuck out her tongue and looked at Lin Yu Die with a smile, attempting to pass the test by acting cute.

"Collapsing Mountain Strike!"

All of a sudden, Mo Shaoyang's voice rang out and attracted everyone's attention. They immediately saw Zhao Xiaolong's figure flying out, landing awkwardly on the ground and rolling far away. His face was bruised and bruised all over.

"Heavens, is he even human!?"

"A fight between deities shouldn't be provoked …"

Amidst the shocked cries of the crowd, Zhao Xiaolong was like a carp pouncing on its prey. He gave Mo Shaoyang a deep look, turned around, and ran away.

"In the future, keep your eyes clean. If my boss makes a move, you won't even have the chance to react!"

Mo Shaoyang shouted at Zhao Xiaolong's back. Everyone saw Zhao Xiaolong's figure stagger and then turned around to look at Mo Shaoyang. His face was also bruised and his clothes were torn, but he was still standing there looking radiant.

"Shaoyang, are you alright?"

Han Wenwen exclaimed and ran over anxiously.

After a while, Han Wenwen walked over while supporting Mo Shaoyang. She smiled awkwardly at Lin Yu Die and said, "I'm sorry, sister-in-law. I originally wanted to treat you to a meal, but now it seems like I can't do it anymore. I have to go to the hospital, I can't accompany my sister-in-law anymore."

"..." "Go ahead."

Lin Yu Die was speechless, she had already said not to call her sister-in-law, and had not stopped calling her sister-in-law, but asked who her big brother was.

After the two of them left, Lin Yu Die pulled Tang Xin Yi to another dining hall.

Tang Xinyi's eyes flashed. Right now, she had a lot of questions in her mind. Just what was Lin Tian's identity? The true boss of the Black Tiger Gang? Martial arts expert? Those two people must have been called over by Lin Tian. Why didn't he let Sister Yu Die know his true identity?

News of what had happened here quickly spread.

The reason why Goddess Lin had never accepted anyone else's confession was because the flower already had an owner!

And he was a very mysterious, invincible existence!

Even someone as high as Mo Shaoyang had to respectfully call him "sister-in-law"! From this, it could be seen how terrifying Goddess Lin's man was. Mo Shaoyang was the young master of the Mo Clan, and the Mo Clan's transport industry was the best, especially the export business.

At the same time that the hearts of many in the school broke, they also became very curious.

They all wondered who Lin Yu Die's man was.

"..."

At night, Lin Tian had already been waiting at the school gate.

It was the entrance to Li Mu Ling's school.

After school was over, when most of the students had left, Lin Tian saw Li Mu Ling hurriedly running over, his eyes blinking as he looked in their direction.

"How was your day? Is anyone bothering you? "

Lin TianAo took the bag and opened the door for her, asking her in concern.0

"Nope."

Li Moulin Yao's head, smiling very brilliantly.

Smile like a flower?

No, more beautiful than flowers!

Seeing this, Lin Tian became a bit absent-minded. His thoughts unconsciously went back to that morning and he immediately became embarrassed. This morning he even kissed this girl, she wouldn't misunderstand right?

"Big brother Lin Tian, is there anything on Little Spirit's face?" "I've been staring at them …"

Li Muling's head was lowered, and Xiafei's cheeks.

"Oh, it's fine. Get on."

Lin Tian laughed embarrassedly, but in his heart he was cursing that he wasn't up for it. He didn't even let go of his child's face. After getting on the car, Lin Tian slowly started the car and at the same time asked: "Little Spirit, where do you want to go for dinner?"

"Anywhere."

Her face was still as red as the sun. Her hands were tightly clutching the hem of her clothes.

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