1045: C1045 I will Not Marry

C1045 I will Not Marry

Zhang Qingya originally wanted to go home with Lin Fei, but her father, Zhang Chengxiang, was still lying on the bed.

Therefore, Zhang Qingya did not go home with Lin Fei.

Before leaving, Lin Fei instructed: "Zhang Qingya, if anyone dares to cause trouble for you and your father again, you can call Yuwen Tao and let him handle this."

Zhang Qingya nodded obediently. Her heart was filled with sweetness.

Regardless, Lin Fei was concerned about her.

Afterwards, Lin Fei drove the car towards Shanhe Village's group five.

At the same time.

There were five groups in Shanhe Village.

Two guests came to Lin Fei's house. They were Ding Mingming and Ding Liqiang.

"Li Qiang, you can be considered the most promising person among the five groups in our Shanhe Village." Lin Fei's father, Lin Ziyang, looked at Ding Liqiang and said with a smile.

"What do you mean by that? My dad was originally one of the most promising people in Shanhe Village's five groups." Ding Mingming, who was standing aside, proudly raised his head and said so.

Ding Mingming was twenty-eight years old this year.

He was 1.8 meters tall, with a round face, thick eyebrows, and big eyes.

At the moment, he was wearing a Versace suit and shining leather shoes.

"Be clear, don't be rude." Ding Liqiang turned his head and looked at his son, Ding Mingming, as he berated him.

Ding Mingming lowered his head and stopped talking.

"My son has such a temper." Ding Liqiang shifted his gaze, looked at Lin Ziyang, and laughed out loud.

This time, he and his son came to Lin Ziyang's house to find out where the Chief Steward of the Yan Jing Zhao family, Zhao Chenglong, had gone to.

He had a need for Lin Ziyang's help.

That was why he was so polite to Lin Ziyang.

At this moment.

Lin Qing`er carried her backpack as she hummed a song. She took small steps as she returned home.

"Dad, there's a guest at home!" Lin Qing`er said with a smile.

When Ding Mingyang saw Lin Qing`er, both his eyes were fixated on her.

"I am Ding Ming1, little sister, what's your name?" Ding Mingming stood up from his chair and walked to stand in front of Lin Qing`er. He gulped a mouthful of saliva as he asked.

Lin Qing`er cast a vigilant glance at Ding Mingyang before she hid behind her father, Lin Ziyang.

"She is my daughter, Lin Qing`er." Lin Ziyang was displeased with Ding Ming's attitude, but he still answered on behalf of his daughter, Lin Qing`er.

"Lin Qing`er?" Ding Mingming stroked his chin, murmuring to himself, "Good name, she is also very beautiful."

"Lin Qing`er, my name is Ding Ming. I am the manager of the advertising department of the Yan Jing Zhao Corporation. My annual salary is only around 10 million." Ding Mingming proudly introduced himself with his head held high and chest puffed up.

"Alright, I understand." Lin Qing`er coldly replied.

Not far away, Ding Liqiang coughed. Only then did Ding Mingyi regain some rationality.1

"Dad, I'm interested in Lin Qing`er. I want to marry her and bring her home." Ding Mingming sat back on the chair and said without hesitation.

Even now, his eyes were still fixated on Lin Qing`er.

Ding Liqiang stretched out a hand and placed it in front of his son, Ding Ming. He pressed his hand down, signaling his son to stop talking.

Next.

Ding Li looked at Lin Ziyang with a face full of smiles, "Ziyang, what is the meaning of this?"

Lin Ziyang still had not spoken.

Lin Qing`er then anxiously replied, "I'm only sixteen this year, I won't marry anyone!"

Lin Ziyang spread out his hands, frowned and said, "My daughter Lin Qing`er is only sixteen years old this year, she hasn't even reached the age of one yet."

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