But the question arises again, how to make him hate himself?

Meng Yao's thoughts raced.

By the way, as long as she shows all kinds of annoying looks in front of him and makes him disgusted with herself, isn't that okay?

Thinking of this, Meng Yao couldn't help but feel proud.

Haha, sister is so smart!

I even admired myself for being able to think of such a brilliant idea!

So, Meng Yao looked at the phone and promised with a smile: "Okay, no problem, we will have a holiday the day after tomorrow." ”

At that time, I just took this opportunity to make He Zheng hate himself!

He Zheng didn't expect Meng Yao to agree so happily, thought about it, and said: "Then let's say okay, at half past eight in the morning the day after tomorrow, I'll see you downstairs at that time." ”

"Okay, see you soon." Meng Yao said.

After hanging up the phone, Meng Yao began to ponder.

How?

She opened the web page and searched: "What kind of woman does a man hate the most......

"Vain money worship, selfish, vulgar, brainless, hypocritical, sloppy, improper......"

Meng Yao took out a small book to take notes while reading, ten times harder than studying......

Time flies.

When eleven arrived, the school had a six-day holiday, and Meng Yao and He Jianing made an excuse to go out shopping with their classmates the next day. After all, after Meng Yao lost weight, most of the original owner's clothes didn't fit, and there were only a few clothes that could barely be worn.

He Jianing did not doubt him, and also transferred some money to Meng Yao.

The next day, seeing that it was almost half past eight, Meng Yao walked downstairs quickly.

……

And although he and Meng Yao met at half past eight, He Zheng had already gone downstairs at eight o'clock, drove his Bentley Flying Spur out of the garage, parked not far downstairs, and then sat in the car and waited.

Almost half an hour later, when he saw Meng Yao coming out, he got out of the car, went around to the other side, opened the co-pilot's door, and then waited there.

Under the morning light, the man's handsome and upright figure, handsome face, clear and picturesque.

Meng Yao was in a slight trance, and then thought of his plan, so he withdrew his gaze and sat in the passenger seat with a big grin.

Subsequently, He Zheng also returned to the main driver, sat down, and fastened his seat belt.

After Meng Yao fastened her seat belt, He Zheng started the car and asked Meng Yao, "Have you eaten breakfast?" ”

"Not yet."

He Zheng smiled: "It's just right, I didn't eat either, what do you want to eat?" I'm in for a treat today. ”

"Then the snack bar at the intersection." Meng Yao thought for a moment and said.

Snack bar.

On the table was a basket of xiaolongbao, a bowl of porridge, and fried dough sticks.

He Zheng picked up the chopsticks, but as soon as he reached the xiaolongbao, he was preempted by Meng Yao's chopsticks.

Meng Yao took a small steamed bun, took a big bite, puffed out her cheeks and said vaguely: "This steamed bun is mine, I want to eat it." ”

He Zheng smiled, didn't speak, put down his chopsticks, and reached out to serve the porridge.

Unexpectedly, Meng Yao's claws were faster, and he snatched them up, and said domineeringly: "This is also mine, I won't give it to you." ”

"Get angry. 】

He Zheng still didn't speak, but he glanced at her lightly and reached out to take the fritters.

The next moment, Meng Yao's eyes were quick, he grabbed it again, took the fritters in front of him, took a bite, and then said proudly, "I'm sorry, I like to eat fritters the most, if you want to eat them, buy them yourself." ”

[This time he can still bear it, and he is not angry? ] 】