"Don't!" Wu Haiyun hurriedly covered Zhang Qiuzhen's mouth: "Don't mention Liu Yali." You still don't think the lesson is enough. If Zhang Kecheng knows Liu Yali, let me remind you, you are married now! ”

No matter what she thinks now, she is already married to Zhang Kecheng.

"I know." Zhang Qiuzhen couldn't even say what it felt like, but she knew that she already had feelings for Zhang Kecheng.

But the feeling made her feel even more ridiculous. "I didn't mean anything, I was just angry. How is Chu Zhenyan now? ”

Wu Haiyun was silent for a few seconds.

She didn't know how to speak.

How is Chu Zhenyan? Chu Zhenyan is in good physical condition now. In the crowd, he couldn't help but look back. Even Wu Haiyun obviously held a grudge against Chu Zhenyan because of Zhang Qiuzhen's matter. However, when he recalled Chu Zhenyan, he couldn't say that she was completely innocent.

It's as if she has an affinity that is irresistible.

"Very good......" Wu Haiyun said in a low voice.

"Very good...... Zhang Qiuzhen nodded: "I really don't know what else she can help after marrying Liu Yali." She didn't even have a decent job. ”

Wu Haiyun pursed the corners of his lips: "Zhenzhen, I think you may have misunderstood Chu Zhenyan." Today, I happened to meet one of Zhang Kecheng's classmates. Speaking of Zhang Kecheng, that classmate was full of praise. Besides, isn't your mother giving you a blind date? ”

It wasn't Chu Zhenyan who introduced her to Zhang Kecheng.

Wu Haiyun tried to calm Zhang Qiuzhen's opinion of Chu Zhenyan, but it was obviously useless.

As soon as he said two words, Zhang Qiuzhen pushed Wu Haiyun to the ground: "I don't want to hear about Chu Zhenyan." Qiu Zhen, I'm tired. Go back first. ”

“......“

Wu Haiyun was pushed out in surprise. She carried her handbag and shrugged helplessly: "Then I'll go back first." You can get a good night's sleep. Don't think about it. You have to live a bad life. ”

Wu Haiyun has been launched by Zhang Qiuzhen.

Wu Haiyun had no choice but to pull the corners of her mouth. In the past few days, when Zhang Qiuzhen was in a bad mood, she didn't bother to argue with Zhang Qiuzhen, so she went downstairs directly.

……

Changhai Village Restaurant is located in the downtown hotel of R. This is where the rich entertain and eat. Ordinary people can't afford to spend money, and they won't choose to go to Haisheng Hotel.

Haisheng Hotel has four floors and one row. The decoration of the façade was already luxurious and sophisticated in this era. There were two hostesses in cheongsams standing at the door, and there were many cars parked outside the hotel.

There was only one day left before the day of dinner, and Chu Zhenyan was bored, so she came over to observe and recognized this place by the way.

When she entered the hotel, she found that the men and women were wearing designer clothes, and Chu Zhenyan's clothes were ordinary clothes that she bought casually from Shimao for very little money.

She raised her eyebrows slightly, wore a long dress, and strode towards the front door of the hotel.

Before entering, two hostesses stopped them.

"I'm sorry, ma'am. You can't go in there. Miss Manners glanced at Chu Zhenyan's clothes. Because of her outstanding appearance, she noticed Chu Zhenyan early on and found that she was sitting on a small tricycle. How can such a person spend money in a hotel?

"Why can't I go in?" Sure enough, he was really interrupted: "Is this the service attitude of your hotel?"

"Madam, this is the Haisheng Hotel. Do you need to make a reservation in advance for dinner at our hotel? I venture to say that you can't afford to eat a single meal here in your life. ”

Chu Zhenyan didn't go to quarrel with Miss Manners. Anyway, she didn't want to go in today. As for tomorrow, she smiled faintly: "So expensive?"

Miss Manners glanced at Chu Zhenyan. She was disgusted that she had never seen the world. She straightened up and nodded, "It's expensive."

"How can you stop such a beautiful woman outside, beauty, do you want to go in and eat? I invite you? Suddenly, an oily middle-aged uncle came to Chu Zhenyan's direction with a ruddy face.