Chapter 1607 Not Selling for 100 Billion! (3000 Words)

The girl’s name is Liu Tianyue.

Song Lingling blinked in confusion: "Just a pen."

"Why is it so hot?" Liu Tianyue rubbed his fingers.

Until now, she still felt the burning pain in her fingertips.

"Hot?" Song Lingling was even more confused.

She opened the iron box, which contained two pens and a ballpoint pen.

There is nothing, how can it be hot?

"Look, my pencil case only contains a few pens and nothing else."

Everyone put their heads together, and there was really nothing but laughter inside.

Yijun stood up. At the age of seventeen, he was 1.8 meters tall.

After he stood up, the open iron box came into view.

Use it to hold pens?

He raised his eyebrows, twitched the corners of his eyes, and looked at Song Lingling as if he were a fool.

Such a magical iron box is actually used to hold pens?

As a child, he had been burned when he touched it, but not every time...

Yijun looked at the back of Song Lingling's head: "This iron box is very unique, can you show it to me?"

Yijun's voice is particularly beautiful, magnetic and mellow.

When Song Lingling heard the sound, she turned around and looked at him in surprise.

Song Lingling was slightly startled, so handsome!

So high!

She had to raise her head to see his face.

Song Lingling pursed her lips, took the iron box and handed it to Yijun.

Yijun took the iron box in preparation for being burned.

But when the iron box fell into his hands, there was no warmth at all, and it was still cold.

Liu Tianyue frowned and looked at Yijun strangely: "Hey, isn't it hot?"

Yijun lowered his eyes and looked at the iron box.

The surface has been polished smooth, and the golden light inside is even more dazzling.

It should be held and touched often to have such a smooth body.

Yijun raised his eyes and looked at Song Lingling: "I want to buy it, how much..."

"Not for sale!"

Before Yijun could finish speaking, Song Lingling's expression suddenly changed, and she quickly snatched the iron box back without Yijun being prepared.

She hugged the iron box tightly in her arms and looked at Yijun with a cautious and defensive look in her eyes: "This box is very important to me. I won't sell it for any money!"

Her reaction was beyond Yijun's imagination. Yijun raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Lingling with deep eyes.

Song Lingling turned around. At this time, the class bell rang and the students quickly dispersed.

Yijun sat down and looked at Song Lingling with deeper eyes.

Song Lingling seemed to be aware of his gaze and thought that he was trying to hide his feelings. She became wary of him from then on.

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noon.

Song Lingling and her deskmate Song Mei came to the school cafeteria to get food.

The canteen is very spacious with enough tables and chairs.

After they finished their meal, they found a seat by the window and sat down.

Song Lingling ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes and water spinach.

Song Mei's family is not short of money, and she has nothing to worry about when it comes to food and drink. She cooks braised pork, plain-cut chicken, stir-fried shrimps, etc.

Seeing that Song Lingling only ate scrambled eggs with tomatoes and water spinach, she thought Song Lingling's family was poor and had no money to eat well.

She picked up a piece of chicken wing and looked at Song Lingling and asked, "Do you want it?"

Song Lingling raised her eyes, glanced at the chicken wings, and said with a smile: "I don't like meat, but I usually eat meat. Thank you."

When he looked away from Chicken Wings, he accidentally saw Yijun in front of him.

Yijun happened to be looking at her.

When their eyes met, Song Lingling's heart tightened.

This boy's eyes are too naked!

His expression of interest in her box was written all over his face.

Song Lingling grabbed the bag with one hand and held it tightly in her arms!

She gave Yijun a warning look, she would not sell the box!

She hugged the bag tightly and picked up the rice quickly with chopsticks in one hand.

Song Mei noticed something strange about her and saw her raising her eyes from time to time and looking forward. Song Mei raised her head and looked forward.

At a glance, Yijun, who was elegant and full of nobility, was looking at Song Lingling expressionlessly.

Song Mei was stunned for a moment, then lowered her head and asked Song Lingling: "Isn't he interested in you?"

"Who is he?" Song Lingling asked.

"The school idol looks like us, isn't he handsome?"

"What's his name?"

"Jing Yijun."

"I just met him, how could he fall in love with me?" He fell in love with her box!

"Although he is poor, he is quite good-looking. Many girls in our school like him."

poverty?

Song Lingling questioned Song Mei's words.

Yijun's aura is not something that poor people can exude.

But the clothes he wore were extremely ordinary, and they should be of very cheap styles.

But even so, it does not affect his perfect and handsome appearance at all.

Song Lingling raised her eyes and glanced at Yijun.

This guy was still looking at her with such naked eyes. It seemed that he was really interested in her box!

Song Lingling secretly said: "It seems that the box cannot be brought to school."

Song Lingling was stared at closely by Yijun, and she lost her appetite at all.

After taking two quick bites, she stopped eating.

Song Mei still has many dishes, and her chicken has not been touched yet.

Seeing Song Lingling put down her chopsticks, she chewed food and asked vaguely: "Are you full?"

Song Lingling: "I'm done eating, I'm going back to the dormitory first."

Song Mei nodded: "Okay, you go back first."

She will have to eat for a long time.

After Song Lingling walked out of the cafeteria, she did not return to the dormitory immediately.

She came to the playground, running for a while, long jumping for a while, squatting down and counting ants for a while... she looked very bored.

She doesn't like K city!

But she couldn't resist her family's arrangements and came to K City from Shanghai to go to school.

Song Lingling walked around the basketball court twice and sat down on the stairs.

She lowered her head and drew circles with a wooden stick in her hand.

"Don't take a nap?" At this time, a nice, yet indifferent voice came from behind.

This voice seems familiar!

Song Lingling stood up suddenly in shock and turned around.

When she saw Yijun, she reflexively clutched the bag hanging in front of her!

She glared at Yijun: "Don't follow me! I won't sell the box!"

Yijun raised his eyebrows slightly, and he looked into her eyes. Her black and white eyes reflected the little him.

He pursed his lips and said, "Where did you come from?"

"Where it comes from has nothing to do with you!"

"I'll give you ten million, give it to me!"

"Ten million?" Song Lingling was stunned. Didn't Song Mei say that he was a poor man and could he afford 10 million?

He is a guy who is not afraid of making people laugh when he talks!

Ten million to buy her box?

Although she treasured this box, she knew that it was not worth so much money.

It's like it's inlaid with gold and glows with gold. Who doesn't know it's made of iron on the outside?

It's not some kind of diamond jewelry. How can it be worth 10 million?

Song Lingling felt that Yijun was playing with her. How could a poor person spend 10 million to buy a piece of iron as soon as he opened his mouth?

Does he understand how much ten million is?

Thinking of this, Song Lingling looked at Yijun like she was an idiot: "I won't sell it even for 100 billion! My classmate, please give up!"

"If I don't sell it for 100 billion, what if I give you 200 billion?"

"I won't sell it! Unless it kills me!"

Yaya, are you excited? Still asking for 200 billion?

Did he have any misunderstanding about the unit of billions?

The stubborn look on her face and her attitude of protecting the iron box even to death made Yijun feel displeased.

Can't she be more realistic like other girls, whose eyes light up when she hears money?

"Really, no amount of money is needed to sell it?"

Song Lingling couldn't stand it anymore. She hated people who talked about money at every turn!

She glared at him fiercely: "If you give me 300 to 500 billion, the result will be the same. If I don't sell it, I won't sell it!"

"..."

Seeing that Yijun's face turned cold, Song Lingling continued: "Some things can't be bought with money. Don't always use a few stinky money to talk to me!"

Even if Song Lingling didn't believe what her deskmate said, the classmate in front of her was a poor person, but she still didn't believe that he could easily come up with 20 million.

We are all students and consumers. Even if her parents have so much money, they can’t let him use it all to buy her box, right?

Unless his parents are as stupid as him.

"Okay." Yijun looked at Song Lingling deeply, said a good word for a long time, then turned and left.

Looking at his tall and straight figure, Song Lingling pursed her lips in displeasure, "It's inexplicable."

After the evening self-study, various luxury cars of various styles were parked in front of the school, waiting for the children to finish class.

When Song Lingling came out with her schoolbag on her back, she soon saw the black BMW that took her to school.

She pursed her lips, looking a little helpless, and then walked over casually.

Sitting in the driver's seat was her father, Song Kaiming.

After she put on her seat belt, Song Kaiming asked: "Are you getting used to the new school?"

Song Lingling looked out the window with an expressionless face: "So what if you're used to it, and what if you're not used to it?"

Her attitude immediately made Song Kaiming's face darken.

Song Kaiming: "This is your home, your roots are here, you must come back and live!"

Song Lingling raised her lips sarcastically: "When you sent me and my mother away, why didn't you think that this is my home and my roots are here?"

"I had no choice but to do this! Even though I sent you away, I didn't treat you badly!"

Song Lingling looked at Song Kaiming suddenly, with a trace of hatred in her eyes: "You forcibly brought me back, forced me to get engaged to someone I didn't like, forced me to separate from my mother, and caused her to have a heart attack and die. This is not Are you treating me badly?"

Song Kaiming felt a little guilty, and said in a stern tone: "It's not a bad treatment for you to marry Mr. Zhang! You can't blame me entirely for your mother's death. She was too persistent!"

"That's enough!" Song Lingling suddenly shouted at Song Kaiming: "If you say another word, I will get off the car right now and fly away so that you will never be found again!"

If she hadn't treated her grandma for money, would she have sat in this man's car so obediently?

"She has the same temperament as your mother, stubborn and headstrong!" Song Kaiming started the car.

Song Lingling was angry and angry. Thinking of her dead mother and her grandmother in the hospital, she had to admit defeat.

Her eyes were red and she tried hard to restrain herself from crying in front of this man.

She bit her lower lip and looked at the man driving: "How much did you sell me to Mr. Zhang? Is it 20 million?"

"No, why are you asking? You are already engaged. Just wait until you turn eighteen to hold the wedding."

When Song Lingling heard this, she smiled sarcastically. She was not worth 20 million as a living person. How could the box be worth 20 million?