Cao Guangyu couldn’t accept it even more: “I, Cao, do you have it too? It’s so violent, who gave it to you?”
“No, I…I bought it myself.”
After Zhou Chao finished speaking, he raised the milk tea and took a look, wondering what the hell kind of physique I have.
Watching the three people drinking milk tea silently, the young master kept mumbling that it shouldn’t be, it shouldn’t be.
Ding Xue recently went to Kyoto with the team to participate in a project meeting. It was normal for her not to give it away, but logically speaking, even if Ding Xue didn’t give it away, he, a rich second generation, should still get seven or eight [likes], or even three or four Cup【Are you making a date】ah!
“My milk tea must have been withheld by auntie, it must be!”
Master Cao thought about it for a long time, then pushed open the door and ran downstairs. He came back half an hour later, empty-handed, and then entered the game and started killing indiscriminately.
In just three minutes, he was beaten to death three times.
“Brother Cao, where is your milk tea?”
“Drink it down below!”
At night, everything was silent, except for the sound of games in which Lao Cao was repeatedly being sniped to death.
“Lao Jiang, I’m going to the toilet, please give me a slap.”
“At your level, the results will be the same regardless of whether there is someone on the account. If you put the earphones on the mouse, shoot randomly, and urinate, your results may be higher than if you were a real person.”
“Are you polite?”
Jiang Qin raised his lips and said, “I don’t have time anyway, I’m very busy.”
Master Cao couldn’t hold it in any longer: “What are you busy with?”
“Busy about hurting girls’ hearts.” Jiang Qin said lightly, then drank the little rich woman’s cup of [A date], turned on his phone, and replied to the three golden flowers of their class.
“Thank you for the milk tea.”
Song Qingqing received the news and glanced at Jiang Tian and Jian Chun: “Rejected, but the guy is really cool.”
She had actually known this result for a long time. After all, they lived next door to Feng Nanshu, the white and rich girl with long legs and thin waist who would eclipse all the girls around her.
Therefore, she was not very disappointed.
Her love for Jiang Qin may be more inclined to her admiration for the sponsor’s father, and she feels like chasing a star.
Song Qingqing put down her phone and stretched.
She feels that she is a very lucky girl who worships money. Worshiping money is not a good thing because she usually spends a lot of money and likes brand-name bags and cosmetics. If she had not met Jiang Qin, she might have become a social butterfly and dated various rich second generations. Maybe, in terms of her values, she doesn’t even mind being a mistress.