My Grandpa Is A Super Godly Tyrant

There is no need to

Lin Fei's face is still so calm.

What he said just now is true.

He did not dare to go to Wangjiang Hotel to eat in the imperial compartment.

Nowadays, he earns hundreds of thousands of dollars a year.

"Ah ha ha..." Fan Hao laughed back and forth.

Zhang Ying, Jiang Ying and fan Hao had a great fluctuation in their inner feelings.

After Lin Fei finished this sentence.

Lin Fei continued: "Zhang Ying, before, I planned to invite you to eat in the imperial compartment, but you didn't give me that opportunity."

Just before they came back.

How can they believe that Lin Fei usually eats in the imperial compartment of Wangjiang Hotel?

They're not idiots.

Lin Fei is so good at blowing.

Lin Fei, a poor student, said that he usually ate in the imperial compartment of Wangjiang Hotel.

Wangjiang Hotel's imperial private room, the consumption is very high.

Wangjiang Hotel's imperial compartment is not something that ordinary people can reserve.

Death, she did not expect Lin Fei to say such a sentence.

This is because she was so shocked!

Zhang Ying said for a long time, she only said the word you.

"You..." Zhang Ying suddenly looks at Lin Fei. Her two eyes stare at Lin Fei without blinking. Her face is incredible!

"Usually, I usually eat in the imperial compartment of Wangjiang Hotel. I don't eat steamed bread and pickles in the school canteen every day." Lin Fei said very seriously.

"Linfei, before, I was ready to help you, give you some money, so that you can have a better life in school. Now, it seems that it is no longer necessary." Zhang Yingqi's nose is crooked.

"Eat steamed bread and pickles in the school canteen every day?" Jiang Ying finished this sentence, she looked at Lin Fei and laughed sarcastically.

He is not qualified to say that the ordinary private rooms of Wangjiang Hotel are not of high grade.

Lin Fei is just a poor student.

But Lin Fei is not a rich man.

Zhang Ying, Jiang Ying and fan Hao, they will not say that the grade of Wangjiang Hotel is not high.

Lin Fei said that the ordinary private rooms of Wangjiang Hotel are not of high grade.

If, Lin Fei is a rich man.

For a moment, Zhang Ying, Jiang Ying and fan Hao are all angry with Lin Fei.

"Lin Fei, he eats steamed bread and pickles in the canteen of their school every day." Fan Hao said with a smile.

”Jiang Ying asked angrily.

"Lin Fei, since you say that our private room is not of high grade, tell me where you usually eat?

Jiang Ying really wants to give Lin Fei a few slaps in the face, let Lin Fei sober up.

Lin Fei should eat steamed bread and pickles every day.

Now, she doesn't want to help Lin Fei any more.

Before that, she wanted to help Lin Fei.

However, now, Lin Fei is poor, that's all. He still likes to boast.

In primary school, Lin Fei was poor, but at least he was honest.

"Linfei, it doesn't matter if you are poor, but you can't run the train with your mouth full!" Zhang Ying is gloomy face, she stares at Lin Fei, angry voice education way.

Generally, when he comes to Wangjiang Hotel for dinner, he always eats in the most luxurious compartment of Wangjiang Hotel, the imperial compartment.

Now, in his opinion, the private room they are in is not of high grade.

Lin Fei actually said that he usually ate in the imperial compartment of Wangjiang Hotel.

Lin Fei broke the sky!

"Do you think of us as fools? As for you, you usually eat in the imperial compartment of Wangjiang Hotel. You dream about it! " Jiang Ying roared angrily.