Que Guanghuai...... It hurts a bit.

Wu Yue saw that he was pitiful, and after discussing with Yan Chiyu, she took the largest one and gave it to him.

Que Guanghuai: "...... Thank you. ”

But it's even more uncomfortable.

The lunch break ended quickly, and everyone stepped back to school.

The first class is Lao Tao's class, and there are not many new classes in the third year of high school, and most of them have to start a comprehensive review.

The comprehension ability of the students in the class is a little poor, Lao Tao always has to talk about a question for a long time, in order to make the students understand, in this process, Lao Tao spares no effort to teach them various problem-solving methods.

probably saw the signs that the students wanted to work hard, and Lao Tao was more passionate about his lectures than before.

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After the afternoon class, Wu Yue went home for a meal and was asked out by Yan Chiyu.

Standing at the gate waiting for a luxury car, Wu Yue was secretly worried about the wind.

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So, why did she agree to Yan Xiaoyu's invitation so readily every time?

Wu Yue's heart had not yet finished writing the fifth three, so she brought it out.

When Yan Chiyu arrived, he saw the girl standing at the door writing papers.

She used her spiritual power to spread a table, and brushed the brush strokes on the test paper, one after another, delicate but cold.

"Witch cowardice." The teenager got out of the car.

Under the moonlight, the girl's long hair was draped over her shoulders, and a few soft black green silks hung down slightly on both sides of her forehead and cheeks. The palm-sized little face was white and pure, the black and white eyes blinked, and the tone was lazy, as if it was about to float away with the wind, "You're here." ”

Wu Yue waved her hand slightly, putting away the five or three test papers. Footsteps briskly walked towards Yan Chiyu.

"You said your friend on the phone, what's the situation?"

"Solve his problem, 50 million in payment."

Yan Chiyu smiled lightly, "This business, I thought of you first." ”

"Fifty million?"

Wu Yue raised her eyebrows.

The boy opened the car door for her, and Wu Yue bent over and sat in.

"Your friend is either rich or expensive, 50 million handwriting...... Is it a tricky question? ”

Yan Chiyu sat in the back row before responding: "Because of my relationship with him, it is inconvenient for me to make a move." ”

Wu Yue nodded slightly: "Understood." What's going on? ”

"He had a very poor sleep some time ago and was in a trance. In the past two days, I suddenly fell unconscious, and it was inconvenient for me to interfere in his affairs, but Uncle Yu kept looking for me...... Instigation, this matter can only trouble you. ”

"Okay, let's go and have a look."

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Ten minutes later, the two came to a villa where every inch of land was valuable.

On the way here, Wu Yue learned from Yan Chiyu that his friend's name was Han Fei and he was the president of Haini Entertainment. Haini is one of the top two entertainment companies, and the Han family is involved in many industries, far more than entertainment culture.

Haini Company has produced several actors, and it is a large company that many artists want to join.

Coincidentally, her brother Cheng Pingxi is an artist under Hainie.

To rush to this point, Wu Yue should also be concerned.

Uncle Yu, the housekeeper of the Han family, was waiting at the door early, and as soon as he saw Yan Chiyu and them appear, he immediately greeted them. Not humble or arrogant, with a bit of respect.

"Mr. Yan, presumably this is Miss Wu Yue? Hello Miss Wu Yue. ”

"Hello."

Wu Yue smiled slightly and responded politely.

"Please come with me."

Uncle Yu took them upstairs, and occasionally caught a glimpse of the huge villa servants working together in an orderly manner, and there was no chaos because the master's house fell. I don't know if it's Han Fei's aura that suppresses it, or Uncle Yu's management is well-managed.

When he came to Han Fei's room, Yan Chiyu didn't go in, half leaning on the railing in front of the corridor, with a noble and indifferent temperament.

"Thank you, Mr. Yan." Uncle Yu looked like he was about fifty years old, he looked at Yan Chiyu fixedly, and bowed solemnly.

Yan Chiyu lowered his eyes lightly, hummed lightly, and didn't say much.