"It's not this."

Lin Yuan's voice was very calm, and his eyes were clear at Zhang Xiaolin standing in front of him.

"If it weren't for this, what else could it be?"

Zhang Xiaolin frowned, and she felt a little strange in her heart. She even disliked the pretended deep look of the young man in front of her.

White T-shirt, washed white jeans, and inexpensive sneakers.

The boy in front of him was filled with a feeling of poverty in Zhang Xiaolin's eyes.

But at this moment, his eyes were extremely quiet.

Instead of feeling inferiority because of poverty, I am extremely calm.

At this moment, Zhang Xiaolin even felt that his mind and nature were completely different from the poor people from the small places that Zhang Xiaolin knew.

In some empty underground parking lot, the silver-white BMW Five Series in Wucheng had a slightly flash of light, and the light road went forward, reflecting the fine dust in the air.

The lights are slightly dimmed in front of the elevator entrance.

With a tingling sound.

The elevator door opened behind Lin Yuan.

"You should say sorry to me."

Lin Yuan spoke seriously: "I helped you to relieve the situation. You want me to make a fool of yourself without my knowledge."

"Actually, you could discuss with me directly. I can understand that girls love face. If the toilet is really blocked and you really ask me for help, I will help you, and I don't mind taking the blame for you."

"But you didn't tell me, so you just pulled me in and blame me, so you should apologize to me."

Lin Yuan finished this sentence calmly.

The speed of speaking is not fast, and the voice is neither fast nor slow.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was standing in front of her, felt the first time that the young man in front of her was very magnetic.

It seems to have an indescribable attraction.

But this idea only existed in her mind for less than a second.

"I won't apologize to you."

Zhang Xiaolin spoke straightforwardly: "What's more, I didn't necessarily ask you to do anything when I was just now."

"Also, now, leave me a contact information and I can arrange a job for you."

"Our company needs a cleaning company now. I think you have great potential. I also know that you are short of money, so I will pay a higher salary and will not treat you badly. You can rest assured of this."

Zhang Xiaolin was determined to win, and had already taken out her cell phone from her pocket: "You can report your number."

"Sorry, no need."

Lin Yuan shook his head: "Since you don't want to apologize, then see you again."

After Lin Yuan finished speaking, he turned around and entered the elevator, and pressed the button inside the elevator.

Zhang Xiaolin, who was rejected, stood in front of the elevator door for a long time, stared at the elevator door closed, watched Lin Yuan disappear from her vision, and after a long time, she recovered.

"I don't want to pay you a higher salary?"

Zhang Xiaolin raised her eyebrows, grabbed the cell phone in her hand, and her face was quite angry: "Don't you ask how much you pay?"

"I originally planned to give you three thousand five!"

Zhang Xiaolin said a few words to the elevator, resentful.

In Quhang, the salary of 3,000 yuan is extremely low, but Zhang Xiaolin is sure that 3,000 yuan will be a huge sum of money for Lin Yuan.

But unexpectedly, this kid didn't appreciate it, but instead directly rejected her.

Moreover, it seems that he wants her to apologize to him?

"Dream, how could you apologize to you!"

Zhang Xiaolin put away her cell phone and turned back into the car.

"I'm coming?" Wu Cheng asked.

"I didn't give it to you, he said he didn't want to come."

Of course, Zhang Xiaolin didn't talk about what happened in the Zhou family's bathroom before.

"Let's do it for now. I'll ask Zhou Mingyang for his number next time. If he really does anything, he can't escape."

Wu Cheng nodded: "Driving, going to the company, and going back to check the computer."

After coming out of the elevator, Lin Yuan returned to the Zhou family.

The reason why Zhang Xiaolin apologized was because Zhang Xiaolin did not do this kind of thing honestly.

Lin Yuan never thought he was a good person, but he also didn't think he was a bad person.

Lin Yuan doesn't mind helping others, but he minds being fooled by others.

Back to the Zhou family.

"Have you sent the stuff?"

Grandma Liu looked kind and nodded when she saw Lin Yuan, she continued to speak: "Go, wash your hands, and come over and have some food."

"It's time for children to grow up, so they should eat more."

"Yes, yes, you need to eat more. After eating more, you can get better. Only when you are in good health can you do a better life and study." Mr. Zhou nodded.

"I'll serve you some more meal."

Zhou Xuehan got up and took Lin Yuan's bowl to the kitchen.

Zhou Mingyang had already finished his meal and was watching TV there.

After Lin Yuan finished his meal, Lin Yuan originally wanted to clean up the dishes, but was sent to rest by Grandma Liu.

"Come to the study room and I'll tell you something."

Zhou Mingyang looked at Lin Yuan and then walked towards the study.

Lin Yuan followed in.

Zhou Mingyang opened the window, took out a box of cigarettes, lit it, took a sip, and then looked at Lin Yuan standing there: "This time, I asked my friend to help arrange your job."

"She is a female boss. She used to do things in a big company. Now she starts a business, so the opportunity is very good. I recommend you to give it a try."

Zhou Mingyang looked at Lin Yuan and thought for a moment: "But there are a few things I need to explain to you in advance."

"Well, Uncle Zhou, you said."

"I have a good relationship with your mother, and I admire your mother's character very much. And you have seen it. My parents care about you very much, so I hope you can make some fun."

Zhou Mingyang looked serious: "If you go out and want to succeed, you can make money and make a name for yourself in the future, then you have to suffer the grievances and endure the hardships you should endure."

"You went there, I hope you can work hard and not always dream."

"I heard from your mother that you write novels in your spare time, right?"

Zhou Mingyang looked at Lin Yuan.

"I wrote a little, but I didn't get any results."

Seeing Lin Yuan nodding, Zhou Mingyang took another sip of cigarette: "This is a good thing. I also know some people from the Writers Association of Local Authors. If you can really write something, I can recommend it for you."

"But now, what I hope most is that you can manage your own life."

"If you can dream less, you will dream less. Do practical things down-to-earth and don't waste all your energy on novels. After all, there are not many writers who can afford to eat and support their families these days."
Chapter completed!