Chapter 339: President of the Zhang Clan (10)

found someone to investigate An Xingyu, and Lin Qingyin was not ready to care.

She exited the chat interface and dialed a number: "Order a coffin, the wood is sandalwood, and the gold edge is inlay." ”

The hand of the person on the other side holding the phone trembled slightly.

This, is this for Lao Zhangdong?

Still, it's quite expensive?

"Zhang Dong, do you need to hide it?"

She is a qualified secretary.

"What are you doing with it?"

"Okay, I see, Zhang Dong."

may not hide it, Lao Zhang Dong is easier to return to the west.

There was nothing more to order, Lin Qingyin hung up the phone.

Lin Qingyin nestled in the sofa and said to Zero, "Information." ”

Zero-Zero: ......

You're sick!

"Who are you going to give the coffin to?!"

Do you want to bring me a special product from the system world?!

Lin Qingyin was silent for a second, and then she let out a soft "ah": "Stupid, it turns out that you want it too?" ”

Zero-Zero: ...... Don't want it!

"How do you think it's for you? Am I so ignorant in your heart? ”

Lin Qingyin lowered her eyes, her eyelashes fell under her eyes, she turned her mobile phone, and her voice was leisurely.

Zero-Zero: ......

He thought it was quiet.

Damn, it's toxic, I'm naΓ―ve or not, don't I have any points in my heart?

"How about your coffin with silver? The best coffin can't be given to you. ”

Lin Qingyin cocked Erlang's legs, propped up his chin with one hand, and said in a distressed tone: "Because I want to give him the best." ”

Zero:......%#%#@%*

"You gave it to the Great Demon King?"

This sentence is like a key, and suddenly it opens the door to zero and unbridled memories.

In the cold moonlight, in the vast mountains, the boy and the girl looked at each other.

The girl's clothes were stained with blood, and her face was pale, but her eyes were as warm as the clear rain in March in Jiangnan.

Her voice was soft, with a hint of tenderness: "You like burials?" How about buying you a topped coffin? ”

Zero Zero shook his body wildly.

It's really gentle.

Oh no! It seems that the virus was really abused in the last world haha!

"Don't give! I won't give it. "Zero, zero, slightly.

Not only does he not give, he also issues tasks!

He wants to make the "love" between the virus and the Great Demon King come faster and more violently!

"Please host tomorrow at the invitation of the Xia Cen Clan's cocktail party."

The next morning, as soon as Lin Qingyin arrived at the company, he was told by the secretary that he had received an invitation to Cen Family's cocktail party.

"Go ahead."

Lin Qingyin was flipping through the plan book and said casually.

Almost at the same time, there was a very similar conversation taking place in several places in Z City.

"Zhang Wei, did she really respond?" Chairman Cen asked the secretary.

"Yes, Cen Dong."

Cen Dong waved his hand and motioned for the secretary to withdraw.

"Zhang Wei, did she really respond?"

The directors of several major companies were having morning tea at the club, hearing the news, and glancing at each other.

"Zhang Wei, she really responded?!"

This is in the bar in the early morning, a few young people have just woken up from a hangover, and when they heard the words, they took out their mobile phones and looked at the information.

"Does she know what tomorrow's drinking will be?"

"What bureau? Isn't it the 30th anniversary of the founding of the Sam family? ”

β€œβ€¦β€¦β€

That's true, but who said it was so serious.

People in the circle do things, which thing is not a purpose on the surface, there is a purpose behind it.

"Young Master Cen, what do you think?"

The young man known as "Young Master Cen" was sitting on the sofa, and raised his head when he heard the words: "Me? Zhang Wei is very beautiful. ”

"...... "Oh.

That's pretty pretty.

The questioning youth blinked.

It's not necessarily who the flowers are.

Meng's family, Meng Dashao had just finished breakfast, he glanced at his mobile phone, and his face changed greatly.

"Mom! Mother! ”

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Meng is watering the flowers.

"Isn't my birthday coming?"