Chapter 42 Son: Do you know what my dad is?

"Are you teaching me a lesson?"

Prince Wang smiled angrily and said, "What are you?"

"What are you?"

Lin Qing picked up the boiling hot water in front of him and poured it directly at Prince Wang.

Not only that, Lin Qing took the opportunity to make up for the shot, and let the prince turn his back.

"It hurts! It hurts so much!"

Prince Wang and the chair fell to the ground, and he was slapped at the hot water on his body in a hurry, and his skin was red.

The feeling of burning the skin is like a needle.

"Do you know what the identity of Prince Wang is? How dare you attack Prince Wang?" Yi Xiao stood up and scolded without the demeanor of a master of tea art.

After all, it was brought by Prince Wang, and Yi Xiao must stand up for the financial owner.

"Do you know what my dad is?" Lin Qing sneered: "Master of tea art, before speaking for the master, consider whether he is qualified."

Yi Xiao subconsciously looked at Linhe, which was still as motionless as a mountain.

The calm and leisurely look is definitely not something that ordinary rich people can have.

Thinking of Lin He's arrogant and domineering son, he beats people with a disagreement, and even the prince doesn't take it seriously, so he must be fearless.

In an instant, cold sweat flowed out from his face. Yi Xiao felt guilty. He was not thinking about doing things.

Only with a strong background can we cultivate an arrogant young man like Lin Qing.

Even the prince is not as crazy as him.

Lin He slowly poured some hot tea into the cup in front of him, and Lushan Yunwu Tea is very famous.

The color of this cup of tea is clear and bright, and the leaves are tender and green. As Mr. Wang said, the tea master brought good tea.

"Miss Song has seen it, where is the Huabin Racecourse Club? Who are the people here? How can we let the father and son be with you?" Mr. Wang didn't care too much, and the pain stimulated his emotions.

Damn, who is not a young master?

"Sorry, I have no right to let Mr. Lin leave." A little contempt appeared in Song Qingru's beautiful eyes.

She always despises the brainless young master.

Even if Lin He was unreasonable, Song Qingru would not offend the rich super rich man for a brainless young man.

"Why?" Prince Wang was puzzled.

"Mr. Lin is the director of Huabin Club." Song Qingru said.

Director of Huabin Club...?!

Prince Wang was stunned. There were a lot of tea on his clothes and water dripped.

At this time, he forgot about the embarrassment on his body, and what he said from the goddess had a greater impact.

The goddess is talking about the director of Huabin Club, not the director of Huabin Racecourse Club.

Racecourse Club is just one of the Huabin Club, which represents top financial power.

As the director, how powerful is Lin He’s background?

Yi Xiao didn't know the meaning of Huabin Club and Huabin Racecourse Club, and he also captured a certain meaning from the expression of Wang Gongzi.

Kicked to the iron plate!

Prince Wang and Yi Xiao sighed secretly at the same time.

"Don't you apologize?" Lin Qing took the tissue handed by Xiao Rui and wiped the tea that had just splashed on his hand.

"Yes... I'm sorry Mr. Lin, I'm sorry Mr. Lin."

Prince Wang struggled for a while, but still lowered his head.

"Didn't eat?" Lin Qing sneered, not intending to let go easily.

"Sorry Mr. Lin! Sorry Mr. Lin! I don't know Mount Tai. I hope the two adults have a lot." Mr. Wang knew that this matter must be handled well, otherwise there will be endless troubles.

The director of Huabin Club can quell his family's wealth in just one sentence.

"Mr. Wang wants to stay for some tea?" Lin He sniffed the fragrance of tea in the cup.

"No, I still have something to do." Mr. Wang said quickly and pushed the exquisite tea box in front of Lin He: "If Mr. Lin likes it, I will give you more Lushan Yunwu tea next time I have the chance."

Lin He didn't say anything, took a sip of tea, letting the fragrance of tea dizzy on the tip of his tongue.

The prince winked at Yi Xiao, and the two hurriedly left the private room.

Song Qingru, Cheng Dieyi and Bai Yuanji didn't say anything, but the three of them saw the domineering behavior of Lin He and Lin Qing and his son.

This domineering attitude, as Yi Xiao thought, would never be influenced without strong background precipitation.

"Mr. Lin, let's continue to drink tea. There are tea artists here, so they will come here soon." Song Qingru asked Bai Yuanji to arrange the situation and clean up the mess in the private room.

"Then I'll trouble Miss Song." Lin He smiled and put down the teacup.

...

"Grass!"

When he walked to the bottom of the teahouse, Mr. Wang raised his foot and kicked it at the trash can, but he stopped moving in the air.

The face was covered with gloomy anger.

Yi Xiao opened his mouth, not knowing how to comfort him, so he could only persuade: "Mr. Wang, Mr. Lin's background is definitely not ordinary, so you should not find a way to take revenge. It is obvious when you are in the private room. If you have a head-on conflict with Mr. Lin, Miss Song will definitely stand..."

He wanted to say that Song Qingru would definitely stand on Mr. Lin's side, but when he thought of the feelings of Prince Wang towards Song Qingru, he could only swallow the second half of the words he didn't say.

"Of course I know." Although Prince Wang is as arrogant as a rich child in his daily life, he is not as stupid as a stranger.

He took out his cell phone and called a number: "Help me investigate what a man surnamed Lin, who is drinking tea with Miss Song, is doing in Songchuan Town."

Huabin Racecourse Club has indeed attracted many young men from cities around to play, but people like Lin He may not be attracted to them.

Intuition tells Mr. Wang that Mr. Lin should have another purpose when he comes to Songchuan Town.

Soon, the reply came.

"Prince Wang, that Mr. Lin is named Lin He."

"A few days ago, I spent 5 billion to shoot a painting by Tang Bohu at the Qingjiang City Auction, and also rewarded an actor with more than 100 million yuan."

"He has a niece who is going to get married recently."

The man on the phone said, "The wedding location is Songkawa Town. Mr. Lin should be here to attend his niece's wedding."

Prince Wang and Yi Xiao sat on the Ferrari and did not come back to their senses for a long time.

Five billion to shoot a painting by Tang Bohu?

Reward an actor more than one billion?

How rich is this!

After hanging up the phone for a while, Mr. Wang started Ferrari: "No wonder he was able to become a director of Huabin Club. He is probably a big shot from the big city."

Yi Xiao's face was not very good, so he wiped his cold sweat: "What should we do?"

Prince Wang thought of what he said at the end of the phone that Mr. Lin should be here to attend his niece’s wedding.

That might be a turning point!

...

At dusk.

The wide racecourse of the Huaba Racecourse Club is shrouded in golden colored clothes.

"Mr. Lin, Huabin's hotel accommodation does not have a star rating, but it is not worse than the star rating. Why not rest here tonight, right?" Song Qingru invited.

(End of this chapter)
Chapter completed!