Feminist God

"No, I think you may have misunderstood it." Lin Qing spoke indiscriminately.

No way, tell a few of them that a real man's paradise should be... right.

If you really say that, I'm afraid that these sissy roommates will send themselves to a mental hospital in all likelihood.

After all, in the feminist worldview, men are the disadvantaged group. If it is true, I think women can do without money, and sincerely welcome!

And there are all kinds of occupations!

It was only after entering the dessert shop that Lin Qing realized why this shop was called a man's paradise!

At a glance, there are no shortage of men on the table in every chapter, and they are all happily tasting colorful desserts.

Such a scene is worthy of such a lofty name as a man's paradise!

Lin Qing smiled, but she didn't have any bad thoughts, which was different from men's makeup.

Lin Qing, who is used to seeing strong winds and waves, has seen men busy, running, tired, etc., but he will be associated with men when he suffers.

Right now, all men are showing satisfied smiles, maybe this is another kind of compensation.

Although this is somewhat unacceptable to Lin Qing

"God, I'm so happy."

After queuing up, Liang Qingshi came to the side of the table with a heart-breaking dessert, clasped his hands together, and couldn't contain his excitement.

"." Lin Qing, this is too exaggerated.

"Wow, today is another day full of energy!" Jiang Yang also came back with a bunch of delicious desserts, smelled them with his nose, and immediately showed an expression of enjoyment and joy on his face.

"." Lin Qing, this is really poisonous.

After a while, Wang De and Yao Meng also came back with a lot of desserts, Lin Qing didn't go, but asked for a cup of milk tea for Yao Meng to bring back.

As soon as they sat down, several roommates began to lecture Yao Meng, probably to teach her how to be a lady in the future.

"Yao Meng, you have to remember, when you come out to date men in the future, you have to learn the spirit of a lady, you should rush to line up and let the men sit and wait."

"If you can't be considerate to men, you'll end up alone."

"Otherwise, it's not easy to find a boyfriend. After getting along for a long time, few can bear it."

"."

A few sissy roommates are still tirelessly preaching to Yao Meng.

Lin Qing didn't care about it either, but just held his face in one hand and drank milk tea with a straw, and couldn't help frowning.

The taste of this milk tea is not right, not as good as Zhao Liner's elaborately made one!

On one side, Yao Mengman didn't listen to the preaching of the senior brothers at all, and was secretly looking at Lin Qing with a dazed face.

She subconsciously touched her hot cheek.

Dad, I seem to be in love.

For some reason, seeing Lin Qing's careless behavior, Yao Meng's heart suddenly throbbed.

At this time, the owner of the dessert shop noticed Lin Qing's fleeting frown.

The dessert owner was taken aback. The reputation of his store has always been very good, and there has never been a customer who is dissatisfied.

Afterwards, he walked over with a professional smile.

Since Lin Qing was sitting, the dessert owner bent over and smiled and said, "Is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

Lin Qing glanced sideways, and saw that it was the owner of the store, with a pink apron around his waist and a professional smile.

"I think your milk tea tastes wrong." Lin Qing opened his mouth to make an opinion.

"Could you please explain it carefully?"

"How should I put it, I've had delicious milk tea, all bought from the market, but the brewed taste is different."

"In your case, it should be like your father's cooking, and your mother likes it very much." The owner of the milk tea shop smiled, a little ambiguously.

"I seem to understand a little bit." Lin Qing's body froze suddenly, looking at a cup of milk tea on the table, thoughtful.

Several people around saw that Lin Qing seemed to be lost in thought, and fell silent, and they were very sensible and didn't disturb him.

night.

While the Wang family was having dinner, the high-spirited Wang Qin had just washed her hands when she heard the phone ring.

Ye Xiaoye couldn't help turning her head, the distance wasn't too close, she couldn't hear clearly, she could vaguely hear: "Miss Dong."

Wang Teng was relatively close and could hear clearly, as if a Miss Dong was asking about Lin Qing.

"This kind of small family, how can it compare with Yang Youran's family, but for Lin Qing, it is rare."

Wang Teng just arrived here, and he had never heard of any big family with the surname Dong in the capital. He talked to himself and smiled triumphantly.

Of course, he didn't know that Miss Dong had a great background, otherwise he wouldn't have said that.

From Wang Teng's current perspective, Lin Qing really has no development in the future.

Although Yang Youran was very close to Lin Qing, why would the Yang family want an ordinary man from the market to be their son-in-law?

After much deliberation, only he, Wang Teng, is worthy of Yang Youran.

Right now, Lin Qing is lucky to be able to marry that Miss Dong.

Wang Teng thought so, and stopped caring about it afterwards.

After a while, Wang Qin hung up the phone, and suddenly this matter was brought up at the dinner table.

"Miss Dong asked me about Lin Qing." Wang Qin looked at Wang Teng.

"Who is Miss Dong?" Ding Sheng, Ye Xiaoye's father, couldn't help asking.

"It's Dong Zhen from Meiyu Media." Wang Qin was in a good mood, explaining while eating.

Now it can be said to be a double blessing. On the one hand, the release date of Xiuqiu Knife is approaching, and the audience's voice is very high. On the one hand, as long as Ms. Dong likes Lin Qing, things will be easier for Wang Teng and Yang Youran.

Wang Teng looked up in disbelief, as if listening carefully.

Think about it too, with his identity, how did he come into contact with those things in the entertainment industry.

"Didn't it be a film conference yesterday? Ms. Dong was sitting next to Lin Qing." Wang Qin chewed the food in his mouth slowly, then paused and said, "Just called me to inquire about it. In fact, Ms. Dong's aunt is Meiyu Media. President, so you may not have heard of it.”

Wang Qin was still smiling. Although Dong Zhen is also from a famous family, she is not at the same level as those real bosses, such as Yang Youran's family.

The air suddenly became quiet.

Ye Xiaoye was holding a bowl to eat, but she seemed to be unable to hold it firmly, and both the chopsticks and the bowl fell on the table.

Wang Teng on the opposite side was better, but the chopsticks fell on the table.

The reaction of the two was great.

Wang Qin looked over strangely, and asked, "Are you feeling unwell?"

Ye Xiaoye nodded with a wry smile, apologized and went back to her room to rest.

She was really uncomfortable, and her heart was more uncomfortable.

The president of Meiyu Media is an existence that needs to be looked up to. No matter how hard he climbs, what he touches is only the tip of the iceberg.

The reason why someone's niece wants to inquire about Lin Qing now is self-evident, what else can I compare with?

Wang Qin looked at Wang Teng again.

Wang Teng picked up the chopsticks, said with a smile absent-mindedly: "I'm a little surprised that Ms. Dong has such a great status, she would actually inquire about Lin Qing."

It never occurred to him that Ms. Dong, who was originally thought to be a small family, had a relationship with the president of Meiyu Media.

You must know that Meiyu Media is a big company that has been steadily overwhelming Wang's Entertainment. Although the Miss Dong and Yang Youran mentioned are not at the same level, they must not be underestimated.

Wang Teng was quite complicated.

Thinking about how Lin Qing's luck is so good?

There was Yang Youran who fell in love with him before, and the step-sister seems to be interested, and now there is another Miss Dong

Could it be that because he looks better, he can really do whatever he wants in front of women?

You must know that he is a vase who knows nothing, and has almost nothing but a face.