The system takes me to pull hatred

Chapter 132 The Arrogant Fu Shubao

Ling Chen's figure froze.

friendzoned?

what?

Isn't this system mainly focused on attracting hatred and gaining hatred points?

How can I get other items?

Without even thinking about it, he immediately used his thoughts @System: "Who are you, did you have a bug?"

"Please call the system's full name——Wodetian·Wei Shenmo·La Moshuai·a system that is so handsome that it doesn't show off!"

Ling Chen: "."

I used to be a wowotou!

"System, what happened to the suddenly rewarded good guy card?"

"ε=(ο｀*))) Well, I have given the host an IQ above talent, why is the host still as stupid as a pig? Could it be that this is a gene engraved in the bones and cannot be modified?" The system issued sigh.

"In your world, isn't my existence just a bug? Then what's so weird about a good card appearing? This is the same as exploding equipment in games. Sometimes killing mobs will also reveal rare weapons. It’s all about character.”

"In the future, come to @我, do not know that I am very busy? More than 1 peerless beauties are waiting for me to be pampered in various worlds. If you waste me for 1 minute, there will be a peerless beauty who falls out of favor for 1 minute. I don’t feel so good Moisturized by my essence, lonely, empty and cold, melancholy, and may even suffer from depression!"

Ling Chen's forehead was full of black lines: "System, when I bound you back then, your attitude towards me was not like this."

"It's the same as masturbating a plane. Before the fight, you are prostitute like a devil, and after you fight, you are a saint. If you hadn't fooled you a few times, you would have been bound? Now you and I are on the same grasshopper thread, and you can't even run away." .”

"Isn't it a grasshopper on the same thread?"

"I like!"

In Ling Chen's mind, ten thousand muddy horses were galloping.

Is this system here today?

Such a bad temper!

Convex (fuck dish f*ck)!

"Okay, you are the uncle, you are right in everything you say." Ling Chen sighed and interrupted the communication with the system.

As the saying goes, you can only make your pockets bulge after suffering.

In order to prevent the world from being destroyed and to protect the peace of the world, he can only bear the burden of humiliation.

The troublemakers left, and the restaurant returned to a normal atmosphere.

To thank Ling Chen, Feng Rong personally cooked a lot of delicious dishes for Wen Lan's table.

At the dinner table, Wen Lan stared at Ling Chen and asked, "Mr. Ling, you called me earlier and said you wanted to ask me something, what exactly is it?"

Ling Chen put down the bowl and chopsticks, took a sip of water, took out his phone, and opened a photo.

"Is that the girl here?"

Wen Lan took a look, her figure froze for a moment.

She looked at Ling Chen, breathing quickly: "Why do you have this photo? Do you know the boy's whereabouts in the photo?"

"You answer me first, is this girl you?"

"Yes!"

"That's right, I didn't find the wrong person." A smile appeared on Ling Chen's face, and he said mysteriously: "You should have found out who I am, right?"

"Are you"

"Yes, I am!"

"Journalists who specialize in helping lost people find relatives and friends?"

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Ling Chen almost choked to death on these words.

"Wen Shanfeng, your imagination is too rich, right?"

"Did you guess wrong?" Wen Lan smiled awkwardly, just as she was about to say something, her eyes froze suddenly.

"Wait, what did you just call me?"

Ling Chen smiled but wasn't a smile: "Wen Shanfeng."

"Who are you?" Wen Lan looked at Ling Chen, feeling a little restless.

The nickname Wen Shanfeng has only been called by one person.

Ling Chen flicked his bangs and said with a smile, "I'm Ling Xiaotu!"

After the words fell, Wen Lan's head went blank, and she was stunned in place like a wooden man.

Her eyes recalled, as if she had returned to her childhood.

Among my childhood playmates, there was a little boy who was not tall and was often bullied.

In order to protect him, I would often take him to play together, and over time, the two became very good friends.

The little boy is called Ling Chen, but he doesn't know how to write very well. He always writes Chen as "Xiaotu" in a teasing manner, so she calls him Ling Xiaotu.

In order to get revenge on her, Ling Chen also took out her name and named it Wen Shanfeng.

In the lonely childhood without parents, the two became dependent on each other and the belief that they survived. It is not an exaggeration to describe it as a childhood sweetheart.

It's a pity that when she was six years old, the orphanage suddenly sent her and Fang Yulin out to an adoptive family, without giving her any buffer time, not even a chance to say goodbye to Ling Chen.

Since then, she lost contact with Ling Chen.

Unexpectedly, after more than ten years, the smiling little boy in his memory reappeared in front of him.

At this moment, Wen Lan only felt her eyes wet and her voice trembled a little.

"Are you really Ling Xiaotu?"

This sentence seems to carry the thoughts of more than ten years, full of vicissitudes.

"Then it's fake?" Ling Chen smiled.

"When we were young in the orphanage, we took a bath together. I still remember that you had a birthmark on your buttocks. The birthmark looked like cotton candy. I even licked it. Well, the dean found out and beat you It's been half an hour!"

Wen Lan's cheeks were extremely red, and she wished she could cover Ling Chen's mouth.

"Oh, why are you talking about such a shameless thing!"

"I'm not here to prove myself." Ling Chen coughed dryly and smiled, and asked a little puzzled: "You obviously have a birthmark on your butt, why did you tell me if you didn't when you called last time?"

"It was there when I was young, but it gradually faded when I grew up, and it has disappeared now." Wen Lan said with a red face.

"You didn't ask clearly at the time. I thought you were asking about the present, so I said no."

At this moment, she finally understood the real reason why Ling Chen wanted to look at her butt when he was in the Aishang Bar.

In order to confirm her true identity, Ling Chen probably spent a lot of effort.

"This damn birthmark doesn't disappear sooner or later, but it just disappeared when I grew up. If I hadn't seen the video of you going to the orphanage on Douyu TV, I wouldn't be sure that you were Wen Shan Wind." Ling Chen smiled helplessly.

Wen Lan was stunned for a moment, as if thinking of something, she covered her mouth and said in surprise, "Are you the national husband Ling Xiaotu?"

"Except for me, no one seems to use such a weird name."

Wen Lan patted herself on the head and said angrily, "I'm so stupid that I didn't think of your existence from this ID."

"All of a sudden, a local tyrant rewards you with so many gifts, and his mind is all on money, how can he consider the deep meaning of this ID." Ling Chen muttered, took a sip of tea, and asked: "Leave the orphanage In the future, how is life in the adoptive family?"

Wen Lan's face was full of bitterness.

"The first few years were okay, but the next few years were not as good as in the orphanage. My adoptive father failed in his business and became depressed. He became an alcoholic. When he got drunk, he went crazy. He often beat me and Fang Yulin."

"The adoptive mother is cowardly and never dared to resist. When we were in junior high school, my adoptive father accidentally beat me to death, and my adoptive father also went to prison for intentional murder."

"My academic performance is not very good. Fang Yulin is much better than me. For the sake of future life, I decided to drop out of school and work for her to go to school until she graduated from university."

"Fortunately, she did not live up to my expectations. She successfully applied for the post of secretary to the boss of Marriott Casino. Her future is immeasurable."

Having said that, she asked Ling Chen again: "What about you? How did you get here all these years?"

"Let's just get along." Ling Chen spread his hands and said with a wry smile: "After you and Fang Yulin were adopted, I didn't have many friends in the orphanage. I was relatively withdrawn. The primary school was supported by the orphanage. The college couldn’t hold on anymore, so I could only work and study.”

"When I was in high school, the orphanage was demolished. I thought that the demolition fee and new houses would give those orphans a better life, but I didn't know that the deputy director ran away with the money, which caused the orphanage to collapse directly. Many orphans were transferred to the orphanage. The dormitory aunts and staff also left one after another.”

Hearing these words, Wen Lan felt very sad.

Unexpectedly, after she left, so many things happened in the orphanage.

"Then what are you doing now? I see that you have rewarded me with so many gifts in the live broadcast room, so you must have made a lot of money, right?"

Ling Chen leaned on the seat, pretending: "I am the boss of a small company, but basically I am the shopkeeper, and I leave everything to my subordinates."

"Is that so?" Wen Lan pursed her lips and suggested, "Let's go to Marriott Casino later, shall we? Fang Yulin works there. If she knew your identity, she would definitely be overwhelmed with excitement."

Ling Chen smiled without saying a word.

Excitement is certain, after all, the boss's boss is actually his friend in the orphanage, and everyone would jump up excitedly.

Ten minutes later, he and Wen Lan left Baobao Hotel and drove to Marriott Entertainment City.

As the boss's secretary, Fang Yulin has a dedicated work office, which is located on the left side of the boss's office on the top outer floor.

"Why are you still wearing a mask? Don't you want to surprise Fang Yulin?" On the way to the elevator, Wen Lan looked at Ling Chen who was wearing a mask, a little funny.

"I want to give her a fright!"

Wen Lan rolled her eyes: "Do you still want to be kicked in a certain part?"

"Fang Yulin should not be as violent as you."

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[Ding, the hatred value of Wen Lan, a close friend from the orphanage, is +30! 】

When Ling Chen and Wen Lan, who were wearing masks, came to the secretary's exclusive office, Fang Yulin was packing up the scattered documents on the ground with red eyes and sobs.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, she swept the corner of the door, and when she found Wen Lan and a masked man, she quickly turned her head and wiped the wet corners of her eyes.

This detail is very small, but it did not escape Wen Lan's eyes.

She frowned and asked, "Xiao Lin, what happened?"

"It's nothing." Fang Yulin shook his head and forced a smile, but his eyes became more and more red.

Even if she is a fool, it is not difficult to see how she has been wronged.

"Xiaolin, Sister Lan is not an outsider. If you have any questions, just ask, and I will help you." Wen Lan stepped forward and patted her head.

Fang Yulin burst into tears immediately, and by the way told Wen Lan everything that happened before.

Half an hour ago, she was about to leave work for dinner, but was suddenly asked by the general manager of Marriott Casino to work overtime to make statistics.

Although this was something outside of the workload, it was her first day at work after all, and she did not refuse in order to get along well with the people in the management.

After finally finishing it, the general manager asked her to make an activity plan, without considering whether she needed to rest.

She said that she hadn't eaten yet and wanted to do it later, but the general manager was furious, yelled at her, and threatened her that if she didn't obey, the financial department would withhold her salary.

"Too much!" Wen Lan's face darkened immediately.

To put it bluntly, the general manager felt that Fang Yulin was easy to bully and treated her like a servant.

Ling Chen, who was wearing a mask at the back, also showed serious eyes: "What's the name of your general manager?"

"His name is Fu Shubao, and he is the younger brother of the vice president of Marriott Entertainment Co., Ltd. Many female employees have been threatened by him."

Fang Yulin said while wiping away tears.

As soon as the words fell, a voice came in quietly from the door.

"How dare you speak ill of me behind my back, Fang Yulin, you are kind enough!"