Chapter 7： BMW? Rubbish! (1/2)
Zhang Wanlin's voice immediately made many guests of Hongye Restaurant read it.
After breaking up and meeting my ex-girlfriend, this dog-blood plot immediately attracted the attention of many guests.
At this time, Pei Xiaowen rolled his eyes and smiled disdainfully: ”Yo!”
”Are you really treating yourself as an onion?”
”Why don't you forgive me for asking you? Are you worthy?”
”What do you want me to ask you for?”
”Your salary of 3,000 yuan a month?
Or your waste daddy who only gambles? ”
”Or your high school diploma?”
”Zhang Wanlin, your mouth is not sweet, and you don't have any talents. In addition to being able to endure hardships, what are your advantages?”
”A person like you doesn't deserve me Pei Xiaowen!”
Pei Xiaowen's words are extremely unpleasant.
There was a burst of laughter in the restaurant.
Everyone looked at Zhang Wanlin quite ironically.
The fat man looked at Zhang Wanlin next time and laughed: ”Oh, it's really a stink.”
Pei Xiaowen grabbed the fat man's arm coquettishly and said charmingly, ”You're a good husband.”
”At a young age, he has already sat in the position of manager.”
”One month's salary will be around 100,000, with an annual salary of one million.”
”The car that was driven is the 600,000 BMW fifth series.”
”Unlike that stinky silk, driving a 2,000-dollar battery car, it's still so broken, it clinks on the road.”
With that, Pei Xiaowen rolled his eyes.
I saw Zhang Wanlin clenched his fists tightly, and he wished to slap the woman at this time.
But reason tells Zhang Wanlin that he cannot do this.
It was at this time that the waiter at Hongye Restaurant relieved Zhang Wanlin.
”Sir, your meal is ready.”
The waiter handed the takeaway to Zhang Wanlin.
Zhang Wanlin glanced coldly at Pei Xiaowen, without a word, turned and walked out of Hongye Restaurant.
As soon as he left Hongye Restaurant, Zhang Wanlin immediately saw a group of young people beside his Dark Lord.
The young people took out their phones and took pictures next to Lamborghini.
In Gucheng County, sports cars can be said to be very rare. A limited sports car with a value of 30 million like the Dark Lord is unique.
Zhang Wanlin was now worried about how he drove out of the car, but it happened that Pei Xiaowen and the fat man also walked out of the restaurant.
After seeing Lamborghini, Pei Xiaowen's eyes lit up, and small stars appeared in his eyes.
”Wow! Husband! Lamborghini!”
The fat man also looked at the sports car, and there was a hint of envy in his eyes.
”It really is, the Lamborghini Dark Lord, this car is still a new limited edition, and now the market price is more than 30 million!”
More than 30 million, even if he is a manager with an annual salary of one million, he can't afford to buy this Lamborghini without eating or drinking for thirty years.
”I don't know who owns this car, it must be a big man!”
Pei Xiaowen said.
Having said that, Pei Xiaowen glanced at Zhang Wanlin, who was standing next to her, and smiled with her arms folded.
”Oh, some people, don't look at things you shouldn't look at, you can't afford anyway!”
”Husband, let's go!”
Pei Xiaowen said very proudly.