The writer got up and politely gave up his seat.

"I've never been to this teahouse." Xu Qinglai looked around, and stretched out his hand to Wenhao generously, "Hello." I'm Xu Qinglai. ”

"Fortunately. Tang Wenhao. ”

"Hello Mr. Tang." Xu Qinglai waited for the other party to correct the title, but unexpectedly, the other party ignored this stubble. Xu Qinglai's heart suddenly felt cold, and it seemed that this blind date was going to end without a problem.

After returning to China, he gradually embarked on a blind date.

There have been many blind dates, and I have learned to judge each other's attitudes from the details.

For example, just now, if the other party immediately said, "Just call me Wenhao", it means that the other party is very interested in her. Even the title is so alienated, which shows that he has not fallen into the eyes of the other party.

It is no wonder that the other party has officially become the successor, and compared with those prospective successors, the identity has completed a qualitative change.

Xu Qinglai looked at Wenhao quietly, recalling the scene of the spring breeze on campus when he was in college, and compared with the daily life of being picked by people now, the gap in his heart is not a little bit.

No matter how there is a gap, you also need to face it mentally. Never say never, is my father's creed in business. It will inevitably be hers as well.

Wenhao helped Xu Qinglai pour half a cup of flower tea.

The gap on Xu Qinglai's face, he saw it in his eyes, and he laughed secretly while playing with it in his heart. However, because of Xu Qinglai's joy and anger, he had a good impression of her.

"I heard that Miss Xu just graduated from university, I wonder if she is studying in high school?"

"Yes." Xu Qinglai tilted his head slightly, and replied with a cute smile, "High school is Ronghuazhi." ”

The children of local families with heads and faces read all of them in harmony. Xu Qinglai tried his best to say the three words of Ronghuazhi plainly, so as to appear without any suspicion of pretentiousness.

"Yes. We're alumni too. I happen to know someone who is also reading at Ronghua. By calculation, you should be in the same class. ”

"Who? Maybe I know. ”

"Mo Yan."

"I really know each other!" Xu Qinglai was not wary of the writer saying the name of "Mo Yan". The corners of her mouth unconsciously twitched downward. In her cognition, Mo Yan is not a person in the circle. "How do you know her?" The tone subconsciously brought disdain.

Wenhao smiled gently, full of temptation and deception: "After the third year of high school, she interned in my company. ”

This objective description made Xu Qinglai even more disdainful. Her family never let her intern at an outsider's company.

"Speaking of which, I still have some relationship with that girl named Mo Yan. Hahaha. I don't want to mention the details. Anyway, I still know her relatively well. ”

"Oh?" Wenhao continued to show a light smile that bewildered people's hearts, giving Xu Qinglai an illusion that Wenhao was just using Mo Yan to develop a common topic, "Let's talk about it, let me also understand the unique vision of the new generation." ”

Xu Qinglai, who was praised, was full of expressiveness: "She has been secretly in love with someone throughout her high school years, a scholar, and a god-like person." The image of the king wind flashed in her mind. The feeling of a long history can no longer recall his face. I only remember that I was crazy and infatuated with him, and for his sake, I didn't go to schools in Cambridge City.

The writer couldn't laugh a little, and his mind began to imagine Wang Chengyou's peerless appearance.

However, it is very inexplicable that since the end of the first semester of the third year of high school, she has unexpectedly mixed up with a scumbag. This scumbag often learns to count at the bottom of the class, but it's not without his strengths. The scumbag's family is very rich. Xu Qinglai bit his lip, forget it, don't talk about the boring details of the half-siblings of Xueba and Xuescum.

The writer's smile suddenly rose: "What do you call a rich scumbag?" ”

"Wang Chengyou." Xu Qinglai blurted out. After I finished it, I felt that something was inappropriate, and my hometown, a city that is not big or small, has a small circle of rich people. What if the writer knows Wang Chengyou?

The writer laughed out loud, very hearty.

"How can such an important year in the third year of high school be mixed with scumbags." He shook his head and smiled. It turns out that Wang Chengyou's character in school is a "scumbag". Although "the rain girl has no melon", it is happy to hear it.

Xu Qinglai saw that he had no feeling for the name "Wang Chengyou", so he put his mind at ease, "Yes." So, I heard that she did a bad job in the end. Went to a private university. ”

"Fortunately, this era doesn't care much about academic qualifications." The writer continued.

Xu Qinglai, who also went to the United States to study at the little-known Wild Chicken University, could not be more satisfied with Wenhao's statement.

"That's it, except for the kind of school that is super bullish now, everything else is smoothed out...... no, it feels like talking to Mo Yan, Xu Qinglai shook his head, "What happened to Mo Yan later?" I haven't paid attention to it. My life has very little to do with hers. Do you know what happened to Mo Yan? ”

Wenhao glanced at Xu Qinglai and said slowly: "I know." She is now a graduate student at Shanghai University, majoring in interior design. She also opened two companies, both interior design firms. ”

After the writer said these things lightly, there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart. There is a kind of pleasure of avenging Mo Yan!

Xu Qinglai forgot to hide himself for a while. Her eyes widened, her mouth widened, and she was extremely surprised, and instead of the beautiful style of everyone when she first met, she showed a stupid image.

The writer was stubborn and continued to depict Mo Yan's all-round success, saying: "She and Wang Chengyou, a scumbag in high school, came together and became lovers. ”

Xu Qinglai was even more surprised. It's just that you can't express "more".

Wang Chengyou, Wang Chengyou, rich man.

I beg your pardon, after four years abroad, and after getting used to seeing handsome young people who are surrounded by walls and even have loans, she deeply realizes that it is still a young man in the motherland who is more worthy of entrusting her life.

"Wang's father is the honorary director of Ronghuazhi. When Wang Chengyou was studying, his father had to donate 10 million to Ronghua every year. Annually! In my childhood impressions. Wang Zhifeng is the embodiment of the rich. ”

At that time, the king's style was too brilliant. She couldn't help mentioning Wang Zhifeng's name to her mother again and again. aroused my mother's curiosity and inquired. As a result, I inquired about the exciting news that "Wang Zhifeng is the son of honorary director Wang Chen".

A long time later, in the second year of high school, Xu Qinglai accidentally learned that Wang Chengyou was also the son of honorary director Wang Chen. It turned out that the 10 million was donated for the two sons.

"Who is the king of the wind? Wang Chengyou's name at school? ”

"I beg your pardon. I said yes. Xu Qinglai stuck out his tongue. As soon as Wang Zhifeng arrived in the United States, he found a foreign girl. From the perspective of oriental aesthetics, the foreign girl is just energetic, and it is really not beautiful. Wang Zhifeng fell into it, and soon lived with the foreign girl outside the school. It made her extremely sad. Speaking of which, she played "grass", and she also admired the king's ruthlessness.

"Wang Zhifeng is not Wang Chengyou's alias, but his half-brother." Xu Qinglai, who had a grudge, gave up preserving the dignity of the king's style.

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