The rich and powerful family: Leng Shao, please don't tease!

When Lin Weiwei woke up, it was already evening, and her stomach was growling with hunger.

Getting up and looking for a set of home clothes to change into, Lin Weiwei went to the kitchen in slippers.

"Miss, the meal will be ready soon, why don't you have a bowl of soup first?"

The servant Mrs. Li asked gently, seeing Lin Weiwei nodding, she quickly filled a bowl of wax gourd pork ribs soup and handed it to Lin Weiwei.

The fragrant soup, the winter melon that melts in the mouth, sips it, Lin Weiwei looks satisfied.

Before he could swallow a mouthful of the soup, a domineering voice sounded in his ear, "Hey, the sun is coming out from the west, Ling Weiwei, you woke up really early today."

Looking up, a slender young man was leaning against the door of the restaurant, looking at Lin Weiwei with contempt.

23-year-old Ling Ziyang is Zhao Qing's son, only one year younger than Ling Weiwei, but now, he is the vice president of the Ling Group.

As for the real ability, Lin Weiwei only had three words in her mind: Hehehe.

Ling Ziyang's ridicule was replaced by Ling Weiwei, who either threw the spoon over or threw the bowl over, pouring the soup all over Ling Ziyang's head and face, and then the two scuffled in the restaurant.

But Lin Weiwei only raised his eyes and glanced at him, then lowered his head, as if Ling Ziyang was a ray of air.

Startled for a moment, Ling Ziyang rushed to Lin Weiwei with some sullenness.

He slapped the car keys on the dining table, and there was a loud bang in the dining room. Ling Ziyang looked at Lin Weiwei with a gloomy face and shouted: "Ling Weiwei, you are also the eldest lady of the Ling family, I advise you to restrain yourself You don't go out to inquire, what people outside are saying about you, you are not ashamed, we all blush for you."

Unlearned and incompetent, with nothing to do, all day long except to cause trouble is to organize a party, leave late and return early.

If it were those dudes from the wealthy families in city A, everyone would shake their heads and sigh, but when it comes to Ling Weiwei, it is already a heinous event.

But to Lin Weiwei, Ling Ziyang's words are not wrong.

Looking up at Ling Ziyang who was already full of anger, Lin nodded slightly, "I think what you said makes sense."

The anger in his heart turned into a punctured balloon because of Lin Weiwei's words, Ling Ziyang looked at Lin Weiwei in a daze, always feeling that something was wrong.

While speaking, the sound of a car turning off came from the yard, and then Ling Yuanshan, Zhao Qing and Ling Xinyue entered the villa together.

The servants quickly set up the food, Ling Ziyang snorted coldly, turned and went out.

Looking around, Ling Yuanshan was sitting on the sofa in the living room with a gentle expression, Zhao Qing was sitting beside him tenderly, while Ling Ziyang and Ling Xinyue sat on the left and the right respectively.

A family of four, warm and harmonious.

For a moment, she felt like she was in the Lin family's villa. The four people in front of her were her parents, her brother, and her. Lin Weiwei was stunned for a moment.

"Vivi..."

When Ling Yuanshan's concerned voice sounded in her ears, Lin Weiwei came back to her senses, and saw that the family of four had already sat at the dining table, and she didn't even know when they came here.

"dad……"

Calling softly, Lin smiled slightly, took the rice bowl from Mrs. Li, and handed it to Ling Yuanshan.

Obviously, Ling Weiwei had never done such a thing before. Ling Yuanshan froze for a moment, his face remained motionless, but his heart warmed slightly.

Zhao Qing and Ling Xinyue looked at each other, feeling both annoyed and helpless, but in the end they didn't say anything and started to eat quietly.

"Dad, there is something I want to discuss with you."

At the end of the meal, Lin Weiwei put down the bowl and chopsticks, sat upright and looked at Ling Yuanshan.

"Well, you said..."

Ling Yuanshan nodded, and drank the soup from the bowl.

Lin smiled slightly, "I want to work in Ling's."

There was a crisp sound of jingling bells, and it was unknown whose spoon fell into the bowl. Lin Weiwei looked back, and saw Ling Xinyue's eyes widened, Ling Ziyang's expression was "Are you fucking kidding me", and Zhao Qing was already furious, with an expression on her face that she was going to defend to the death.