Zhong Yue has seen a lot of people who speak without brains, but it is indeed rare to be so brainless.

Do you bring your own paintbrush and paper? Even if you do, this frivolous tone, like playing monkey to tease a child, should come from the mouth of a twenty-year-old who is already legally an adult?

Zhong Yue's anti-ridicule, people who knew it had already heard it, and it was obvious that he was a little unhappy with Zhang Zichao, but this stupid person thought that Zhong Yue was deliberately provoking him, so he said: "Zhong Yue, what do you mean by this?

Zhang Zichao slapped the table and stood up.

"Then what do you mean? Painting for fun, do you want me to be an artist? If it's an artist, Uncle Zhang, will you give money?"

"Heh, how much do you want?"

Zhong Yue really didn't expect this fool to ask such a stupid question, and he didn't bother to bird him, and said, "Let's continue to eat." ”

Ye Xiaoqian stopped Zhang Zichao and said in a low voice: "Ah Chao, forget it." You didn't hear that Zhong Yue really gave you the stairs. There's no pen, no paint, no paper, how do you let people draw?

"Yes, Brother Chao, forget it. ”

"Yes, after all, classmates, it's over to talk about jokes. ”

Zhang Zichao shook off Ye Xiaoqian's hand and said coldly: "You say I have no brains? Heh, okay! Waiter, pay the bill!"

A very dedicated waiter in a suit walked over.

"Buy your own today!" Zhang Zichao shook off his suit and swept over with cold eyes, wanting to see how some classmates who had no money to eat ended up, "If you want to eat the overlord meal, you can do it yourself!"

Some classmates who originally said that Zhang Zichao had a treat, but didn't have much money on them, were so frightened that they were ready to make a phone call and ask their families to send money over.

The waiter smiled and said, "This gentleman, just now the gentleman surnamed Zhong has paid all the bills, this is the bill, Mr. Zhong, you take it." ”

Zhong Yue was also a little suspicious when he held the receipts, three tables, and a total of more than 6,000 receipts.

I didn't pay for it.

I saw a ghost, was it paid by Mr. Cheng?

Everyone's eyes looked at Zhong Yue. Zhong Yue, who could only read in their eyes, has already changed.

Calligraphy and painting, family background, cultivation, financial resources.

This......

Can this be changed in a short period of time?

Or is it that Zhong Yue, this kid, was too low-key in his three years of high school, so that everyone didn't notice this?

This meal is no longer interesting.

A rat droppings spoils a pot of porridge.

"That, Zhong Yue, squad leader, I'll go first. ”

"Oh, there's something going on at home, and I'm gone. ”

When a group of people saw that Zhong Yue had already paid the bill, the atmosphere was so embarrassing, and they all left one after another. Zhong Yue also felt that it was not interesting, so he got up to leave. Ye Xiaoqian walked out of the door of the box, chased after her, and said, "Zhong Yue, I'm really sorry." Zichao: He may have overdrunk a little bit today. ”

"It's fine. Let's be happy. ”

"Don't mind. I really drank too much today, and I said that we would pay for it, but it turned out that you were paid. When Zichao wakes up tomorrow, I'll ask him to call you. ”

Zhong Yue smiled: "Forget it." He's drunk too much, you go in and take care of him, I'll go first. ”

Ye Xiaoqian wanted to say something more, but Zhong Yue had already walked towards the elevator. Looking at the back, the person she once admired, no matter when, was so good and elegant, but unfortunately, she couldn't fall in love in the purest student days, and now she doesn't have this opportunity, reality, let her retract her gaze, turn around and walk into the box, to take care of Zhang Zichao, who kept drinking.

"You say, what is this kid pretending to be? Is he rich as me? He is as handsome as me? Why, everyone has to fight against me!"

"Don't make a fuss, Ah Chao, you're drunk......"

"I'm not drunk!

“……”

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The air on the street was fresh, Zhong Yue drank a little wine, and he was a little sober.

This kind of boring party, if it weren't for Lao Cheng and them coming over, he wouldn't have bothered to come over. And this drunken stupidity, it's funny.

It's just this receipt......

Zhong Yue picked up the bill in his hand and frowned, "Who paid for it?"

"This kind of boring party must be a headache, right?"

Zhong Yue looked to the side, "You paid the bill?"

"Century City is grandpa's property, do you think you need me to pay for it?"

“……”

Zhong Yue thought for a while and asked, "Before that, your grandfather went to the Yuanhua Hotel for his birthday?"

"The old people are nostalgic. Huang Youwei walked over, at night, she was more like a ghost, a ghost without temperature, "Standing and chatting like this?"

Zhong Yue looked back and saw the coffee shop on the corner, so he said, "Please." ”

On the island coffee, along the street is the ancient pond.

There are floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides of the street, and retro-style wall-mounted street lamps have a unique aesthetic. This is Zhong Yue's opinion, the only stylish place on the streets of the county, and it is also a place where many young couples like to come to talk about love.

It's not as crowded as Starbucks, with dark green upholstery sofas and a marble bar that divide the seats into intimate spaces, so it's no wonder that so many couples like to spend time here.

Zhong Yue chose a window seat and sat down with Huang Youwei.

When he came out of Dexuanzhai, Zhong Yue asked Pang Jun to accept the 3,000 yuan, and only brought 7,000 out......

"You count, six thousand six, don't look for it. ”

Huang Youwei stared at Zhong Yue, "I said, you don't need to pay." ”

"That's what you don't need, it's none of my business. "This is cheap, even if Zhong Yue takes advantage of it, he won't feel comfortable anywhere. Huang Youwei is obviously helping him, if he accepts it gladly, this favor will have to be repaid when the time comes, which is a big loss because of a small loss.

Zhang Laifu and Li Deming's words, Zhong Yue has always kept in mind, Huang Sanli, and stayed away.

Since you don't want to get involved too much, you have to do it first of all, don't take advantage of the Huang family.

"You deserve it. Grandpa has been very happy lately, so it's nothing for me to help you with such trivial things. ”

Zhong Yue took a sip of the coffee that had just been served, the wine had already woken up for the most part, he hadn't drunk too much, but his head was a little drowsy under the influence of the atmosphere in the box.

"Oh. And Mr. Huang said, don't go to Xiaohe Mountain recently. ”

"Why?"

"I'm leaving for the East China Academy of Fine Arts, so I'm not at home. It's a trip for nothing. ”

"That's ......," Huang Youwei looked slightly disappointed.

Zhong Yue drank more than half of the coffee in his cup. Usually this is the right time for him to feel that he can get up and leave, without taking a sip, it always seems a little perfunctory, "If there is nothing else, I will go first." You have collected the money, such a large stack of money, be careful when walking at night. However, when he turned his head sideways, he inadvertently looked at the flower-headed eagle who was smoking a cigarette in the car on the shore of the ancient pond outside the window, and knew that he had said a.

Huang Youwei pushed the money back.

"Then you can help me draw a picture, this is the reward. ”

"Drawing?"

"Hmm. Huang Youwei took a yellowed photo out of her camel-colored wallet, "Draw this person." ”

Zhong Yue frowned, "I'm really embarrassed." I don't know how to paint anything other than Gongbi landscape painting, Miss Huang will ask Gao Ming. ”

The music in the café was melodious, and Zhong Yue pushed the door and left......

Huang Youwei was left behind, looking at the back of the departure with some puzzlement.

"Is it because of the poor self-esteem of men?"