Is she as pretty as I am?

Li Zhe looked up and down carefully, she was indeed taller than Xu Yang in terms of appearance.

At least that's what the vast majority of men think.

Wen Wen is the kind of big beauty with a strong face, tall and tall, three-dimensional and deep facial features, and obvious mixed-race characteristics, similar to Naza's type.

And Xu Yang is more of a small jasper, petite, childish, cute, and sweet, which can arouse men's desire to protect.

But for Li Zhe, Xu Yang is more in line with his aesthetics, and the mixed-race beauty with a warm face, what he admires, is not his preferred type.

Also, the warm personality is not the type he likes, too paranoid and self-egoistic.

Don't look at Wen Wen who seems to like him very much now, and pounces on him like a sticker, once she finds out that he is not the "little philosopher brother" in her heart, she will immediately dislike it.

Who knows what she will do if she has been obsessed with missing for ten years, and what kind of brain will she make up for the "little philosopher brother" in her heart?

Just like meeting netizens, the higher the expectations, the easier it is to be disappointed.

"You and your aunt have been in Ukraine all these years?" Li Zhe changed the topic and said.

"Well, in Kyiv." He said in a warm tone.

"Have you ever wondered how to be my girlfriend when you are in Ukraine and I am in China? Exotic love? ”

"I can come to you! Now that I have entered university, I have applied to come to China as an exchange student. ”

"Then let's wait until you come."

……

In order to welcome Wen Peiliang and the warm arrival, Zhao Xinmei made a large table of dishes in the evening, and Li Lichao also opened a bottle of Wuliangye aging that he had been reluctant to drink.

At the dinner table, Li Lichao and Wen Peiliang, who had not seen each other for many years, talked about the past, and the more they talked, the more energetic they became, the more happy they became, and the wine was also drunk one after another.

Coupled with Li Zhe's constant toasting on the side, after a meal, both of them drank high.

Generally, people who like to brag about the past are not good now.

Li Lichao is a college student in the seventies and eighties, graduated from Bingcheng University of Technology, and was the pride of the sky at that time, but now he has "fallen" into a fruit seller, which makes him think very highly of himself, and it has always been difficult for him to accept.

Wen Peiliang obviously can't mix it up, and he doesn't have the scenery of Russia.

Zhao Xinmei glanced at the two people who were drunk on the table, and said to Li Zhe: "Xiao Zhe, you help me help your father and your Uncle Wen to my house, let them sleep in that room, me and Xin'er sleep in your room, and you can live on the sofa for the night tonight." ”

She said, giving a warm look.

After helping Li Lichao and Wen Peiliang to the master bedroom and placing them, Zhao Xinmei went out first, but Li Zhe did not leave immediately, but rummaged through the drunk Li Lichao, who did not know anything, found his mobile phone, and left with his mobile phone.

Back in the living room, sitting down on the sofa, Li Zhe opened the phone's address book.

Fortunately, there are no smart phones in this era, or it is a trouble to unlock them.

Li Zhe found a number named Wang Xiuli in the address book and sent a text message.

"Zhao Xinmei, she seems to be a little aware of what is going on between us!"

Soon, several text messages were replied to.

"She found out? How did she find out, and when? ”

"So what are we going to do?"

"You won't be out of your hands on the money, will you?"

Li Zhe looked at the text message on his mobile phone, and the corners of his mouth curled slightly.

Is this panicked? It's just to make you panic!

"Don't panic, she's just a little suspicious, as long as we don't open the room and are blocked by her, I have a way to fool the past."

"You will go to the bank early tomorrow morning and transfer 50,000 yuan to me."

Wang Xiuli: "50,000 yuan? What do you want so much money for? ”

"I'll let you transfer the money, and you can transfer it!"

Li Zhe first sent a text message with a strong tone, followed by a text message explaining it.

"I have a friend who has a way to get a low-cost house in Shenzhen, a house in Nanshan District, as long as 10,000 yuan per square meter, and a deposit of 50,000 yuan, you can book a house in advance."

"This opportunity is so good, you must not miss it, you will go out of the 50,000 first, write your and your children's names when you buy a house, I will find a way to get the money in hand, and then we will go to Shenzhen together."

……

A few minutes later.

Wang Xiuli: "Then I'll go to the bank early tomorrow morning and transfer the money to you." ”

Li Zhe looked at his phone and breathed a sigh of relief, it was finally done, the money was back, and the evidence was in hand.

SMS records can be used as evidence.

A lot of wire fraud methods are very clumsy, and it stands to reason that as long as people with normal IQ will not be deceived, but there are still many people who fall for it.

Why? It's because I'm too greedy.

"You covet the house, but you don't know that all I want is your deposit." Li Zhe said in his heart.

Li Lichao hurt his family and selfishness, and greedy for the family's money to curry favor with the little widow, so he would ask for the money back in the name of Li Lichao.

When the little widow finds out that the money has been cheated, the 50,000 yuan is gone, and Li Lichao can't come up with the money to compensate her, then there will be a good show.

No matter how intimate the relationship is, it is vulnerable in the face of interests, because Qian relatives can turn against each other, let alone have an affair.

This is a picture of wealth, a picture.

"Let's not see each other for the next few days, and try to make as few phone calls as possible to avoid the limelight."

After sending the last text message, Li Zhe deleted all the text messages and blocked Wang Xiuli's mobile phone number.

Then he went to the master bedroom again and returned the phone.

Li Zhe plans to go to the capital to buy a house tomorrow after taking the money, he has already done everything that should be done, and he doesn't want to participate in the rest of the things.

Whether to choose to divorce Li Lichao or choose to forgive him, it is up to Zhao Xinmei to make her own decision.

He couldn't help her make decisions.

……

Late at night, Li Zhe lay on the sofa and couldn't fall asleep repeatedly, holding his mobile phone and playing with snakes.

The mobile phone he uses is a Nokia 1110, a black and white screen phone, which can only make and receive calls, send text messages, and play snake games.

After getting rich, Li Zhe didn't change to a better mobile phone, and he was used to the advanced smart phones after more than ten years, which made him a little disdainful of the smart phones with poor functions now.

Even if it was just launched in the United States in June this year, the iPhone1 that is not yet available in China is not even as good as an antique machine in his opinion.

It's better to start with this Nokia 1110, at least this thing is anti-manufacturing, not afraid of falling, and can be used to smash people if necessary.

"Ding!" Just as he was playing the game, a text message suddenly came.

Li Zhe clicked on it and found that it was sent by Xu Yang.

"Did you sleep?"

Since the last separation, Xu Yang has never taken the initiative to contact Li Zhe, and Li Zhe will not take the initiative to contact her.

The relationship between the two, which had just progressed a little, was at an impasse again.

Li Zhe could probably guess Xu Yang's thoughts, she felt that the two of them in college would be in a different place, and they would definitely not be able to make it, so they began to deliberately distance themselves from him.

And he was also trying to take this opportunity to dry her.

Anyway, Xu Yang can't get in touch with any boys during the holidays, so he doesn't have to worry about being dug into a corner.