Chapter 295: The Male Theologian is in My House 15
She sat down at the table in front of Xin He, and said comfortingly: "Sister, don't be angry, in fact, I told my father not to be so extravagant and wasteful, but my father didn't listen to me, and I couldn't help it, he said that I was only eighteen years old in my life, of course I have to do a big show." ”
After Jian Zhitong finished speaking, she saw that Xin He didn't pay attention to her, and it was rare not to be angry, she smiled and continued: "Sister, why don't I go back and talk to my father and ask her to hold a birthday party for you too?" I can't book a diamond hotel, but I can do it with an ordinary hotel? ”
Xin He originally didn't want to deal with Jian Zhitong, but Jian Zhitong wanted to bump into Xin He and make Xin He scared, this was her problem.
She raised her head and looked at Jian Zhitong, her pink lips opened slightly, and just as she wanted to speak, a mocking voice came from behind her: "Since that's the case, then why don't you give up the Diamond Hotel to Xin He?" Isn't it okay to hold a birthday party in a regular hotel? ”
Xin He turned his head, Fu Lou, who had just gone downstairs to buy water, came back, and he didn't know how long he had been listening at the door.
Fu Lou sat down in his seat and handed the yogurt in his hand to Xin He.
Xin He took it, took a sip lightly, and then said to Jian Zhitong with a smile: "Yes, sister, how about I don't make up my birthday with you on the same day at that time?" ”
The smile on Jian Zhitong's face stiffened when she heard Fu Lou's words, and when she heard Xin He's words at this time, she couldn't wait to cross out Xin He's smug smile.
"I have to ask Dad, and I can't be the master."
After Jian Zhitong said this dryly, she returned to her seat and continued to pretend to talk to the group of little sisters.
In fact, he has been cursing Xin He viciously in his heart, and even Fu Lou began to scold.
Fu Lou just turned around yesterday, and in the afternoon it was rumored in the school that he was transferred from Sioux City, and was admitted to the first middle school with the first grade grade.
Jian Zhitong was very disdainful when she found out, and even had to be admitted to this broken middle school, which showed that she was a dead and poor ghost.
After all, who has the ability to enter the first high school will go to the exam?
Moreover, Jian Zhitong has been in Beijing for nearly 20 years and has never heard of anyone surnamed Fu.
So Jian Zhitong concluded that Fu Lou was a child of a poor family.
Jian Zhitong glanced in the direction of Xin He and Fu Lou disdainfully, she was only worthy of playing with someone like Fu Lou.
During the lunch break, Xin He was still the last to go.
Seeing that Fu Lou was packing up his things, Xin He thought that Fu Lou was going back, and was about to say hello to him, and then prepared to leave.
Who knows, Fu Lou took out a review handout from the drawer and handed it to Xin He.
Xin He took it without knowing it, and when he saw the title of the book on it, his little face was slightly confused.
She turned her head in a daze, her brown eyes flashing with doubt, "What is this?" ”
Fu Lou handed over the notes in his hand again, and his voice was gentle: "This, I specially sorted out the knowledge points for you yesterday, your high school foundation has not been laid, from today onwards, I will help you sort out a knowledge point for each subject every day in the future, and it will be almost the same before the college entrance examination next year." ”
Hearing this, Xin He looked at Fu Lou with a frightened face, and his eyes flashed with fear: "You, what did you say?" ”
Fu Lou had a shallow smile on the corner of his lips: "I'll take you to study together, your study is too poor, it's not a way to copy homework every day, and if you continue like this, you won't be admitted to university." ”