"Ouch! I said Young Master Yang, you can't be uncomfortable somewhere, right! Why is your face so pale? Look, is there low blood sugar?" And when Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, saw Yang Shaowei, who was pale, the corners of his mouth were slightly hooked.

If you want to fight yourself, no way!

When shaking hands just now, Ye Wuchen thought that Yang Shaowei in front of him would not be so cautious.

What he didn't expect was that Yang Shaowei in front of him was so cautious.

Sure enough, as Xia Qing's girl said, if you want to embarrass yourself, it's impossible!

And just now, when shaking hands, the strength instantly increased, if it was an ordinary person, it might be really a cold sweat on his face at this time.

However, he is not an ordinary person, and if he wants to use such a trick to deal with him as a Demon Emperor, it is obviously too much to take him Ye Wuchen seriously.

"It's okay!" and Yang Shaowei's face in front of him turned even paler.

He was obviously getting stronger and stronger just now, but Ye Wuchen in front of him was still pressing himself hard, which made some cold sweat break out on his forehead.

This man is a thorn in the head.

"Can you let go?" And in the end, Yang Shaowei knew that there was no way to embarrass Ye Wuchen in front of him in terms of strength, his face was a little gloomy, and he said.

"Oh, I'm sorry, I was a little distracted. Ye Wuchen smiled.

What's there, just let the horse come, whether it's a dark arrow or an open gun, take it yourself!

"You ......" Yang Shaowei wanted to say something, but in the end he didn't say it.

With so many people watching, I still need to pay attention to the image of my school grass, and there is Wu Mengmeng next to it!

If he offended Wu Mengmeng in order to teach a poor boy in front of him a lesson, maybe he would be the next unlucky one.

After all, the beautiful image that can be established with great difficulty cannot be destroyed because of a stinky boy.

"I didn't expect that even Yang Shaowei would suffer. This Ye Wuchen is really not simple!" Wu Mengmeng, who was next to him, was a little surprised when he saw Yang Shaowei with an angry face in front of him.

It is very difficult to make Yang Shaowei suffer.

It seems that Ye Wuchen in front of him is not a person to be messed with.

After all, the Yang family where Yang Shaowei is located is a family!

"Sister Mengmeng, I don't know why you came to our senior class?" and Xia Qing, who was next to her, saw it and asked.

Although she already knew that 99% of Wu Mengmeng came for tickets to the concert of Heavenly Sounds.

However, it's better to ask at this point.

"By the way, Ye Wuchen, I heard that you have tickets for the first two rows and the third row of the night of Mo Qingguo's heavenly sound, can you buy me one?" When she heard Xia Qing's words, Wu Mengmeng remembered what she wanted to do.

When she heard that Ye Wuchen had a ticket for a concert with natural sounds, Wu Mengmeng wanted to buy one from Ye Wuchen.

However, what is helpless is that Ye Wuchen is not in the school at all.

And today, this is Friday, the last day of class, and she doesn't know where Ye Wuchen is.

So, this time, it's over. I didn't expect it, but I really bumped into it.

Mo Tingguo is her favorite singer, and even if she was in line before, it was only a seat in the fifth row.

And even if a family like Yang Shaowei gets only tickets for the fourth row, and the first three rows don't have it at all.

This is an opportunity to see your idol up close, so why don't you miss it!

"Boy, it's not one, it's two!" Yang Shaowei, who was next to him, heard it, his face was cold, his eyes looked at Ye Wuchen in front of him coldly, and he added.

As if to say, if you don't give it, I'll kill you, master!

The attitude is always so superior, so disgusting.

"Two, I don't have one!" Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, frowned slightly when he heard it, and he didn't pay attention to Yang Shaowei in front of him at all, and glanced at it with a caring look, and hurriedly moved away.

The young master of this family is not enough in Ye Wuchen's eyes.

is still arrogant in front of him, who gave you the courage!

Really!

And Wu Mengmeng next to him is different, at least others are not as crazy and arrogant as you.

For people like Yang Shaowei, Ye Wuchen generally won't pay for it.

Such a person, if he didn't rely on his family background and walked outside, I don't know how many people would beat him up, it would be so arrogant that there is no boundary.

"Ye Wuchen, don't go too far. And when Yang Shaowei, who was in front of him, heard Ye Wuchen disdainfully say no, his face became even more gloomy.

Wu Mengmeng was still beside him, but at this time, he came over to step on him, didn't he obviously want to embarrass himself in front of Wu Mengmeng?

This stinky boy is a little ignorant!

"I'm too much, do you talk like this?" And Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, didn't pay any attention to his clothes and shook his head, Xia Qing, who looked at Yang Shaowei in front of him, and said.

"Tell me, how much do you want, I'll buy it, give me two tickets for the first row of the concert of the night of the sound. And Yang Shaowei, who was in front of him, seemed to remember something and said.

It's really a man who dies for money, and a bird dies for food!

Still, think about it.

Ye Wuchen is a poor man after all, and it is impossible to give himself two concert tickets for nothing.

Anyway, since it's in the front row, you have to make a good profit!

"It's 20,000 yuan, it's okay!" waved his hand at the attendant next to him, and smashed 20,000 yuan in front of Ye Wuchen.

10,000 yuan for a concert ticket is already a lot.

At the very least, Ye Wuchen must have made money.

He didn't believe it, Ye Wuchen was a poor boy, he wouldn't agree!

"Ten thousand yuan, no, no, no!" Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, shook his head and stretched out the index finger of his right hand.

"Young Master Yang, what I want is this number, if you can take it out, I can give you a ticket for the concert in the front row. ”

"One hundred thousand, Ye Wuchen, you just go and grab it!" Yang Shaowei's face turned angry.

A ticket for a first-row concert actually costs 100,000 yuan by yourself, isn't it obvious to grab it?

What the hell are you!

"No, no, no, I think Young Master Yang, you must have misunderstood. For Young Master Yang, 100,000 yuan is nothing at all, right!" Ye Wuchen shook his head.

"A million. You might as well die!" Yang Shaowei's face became more and more gloomy, this is playing with himself!

"No, no, no!" Ye Wuchen shook his head.

"Ten million, this is impossible! Unless I'm ZZ!" Yang Shaowei felt that this Ye Wuchen must be poor and crazy.

"No!" Ye Wuchen, who was in front of him, still shook his head.

In a word, Yang Shaowei completely doubted whether Ye Wuchen was deliberately doing things.

"One hundred million!" A faint voice came from Ye Wuchen's throat, with a smile on his face.

He didn't care about the petrified crowd around him.

(End of chapter)