"Hey, hello, I'm a part-time job outside the school, yes, yes, a college student, Yenching University, definitely a college student, and this is my first time!"

"Well, okay, the price is not a problem. Actually, I paid attention to you when I saw you the first time I saw you, especially the mighty image of you driving a tractor. I was deeply fascinated by it! I like a man like you. My dormitory is 302, and I am Yang Sumei!"

"Oh, at twelve o'clock tomorrow, I'll be waiting for you at the school gate. I'm the woman in a red dress holding roses! Well, you don't need to say much when you come tomorrow, just pull me into the car. Although I will struggle, I like **. The more you are, the happier you are..."

"Okay, okay!" Zhao Hu hung up the phone, and recalled the soft voice of the girl on the phone just now. He smiled awkwardly and became popular unconsciously. He was a part-time college student, an authentic college student! As a gangster who carried bricks on the construction site, Zhao Hu hadn't tasted a woman for more than half a year.

The price is easy to negotiate, this is the first time...

He licked his lips, hesitated again and again, and made a cruel decision to dial a number.

"Hey, foreman, I'm me, Zhao Hu, I'll take a day off tomorrow and want to borrow a tractor to use it."

"Yes, yes, it's a tractor, something is wrong, um..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhao Hu laughed again.

College student, part-time job? Or a famous university student? Hehe!

It seems that as an excellent man, moving bricks on construction sites will be eye-catching.

It's gold, it always shines!

At around ten o'clock in the evening, Yang Sumei got into the quilt, stretched her waist slightly, took out her phone and stared at the address book column. She moved the note on Mr. Zhao, and then shook her head sadly.

This Mr. Zhao actually likes the class beauty Yang Xi, and always calls Yang Xi every night. Even if Yang Xi hung up the phone when she saw Mr. Zhao, she would still not give up as usual.

What a love-infatuated person, handsome, rich and powerful! But Yang Xi is a girl who is still aloof!

Really, if Mr. Zhao called me, I would have agreed without saying a word.

Alas, why? I am not worse than Yang Xi, and I am intellectual, rational, gentle and charming. Why did Mr. Zhao blind?

It's unfair.

"Woooo...I'll send you away, thousands of miles away..."

Suddenly, Yang Sumei's cell phone shook and a pleasant ringtone came. Yang Sumei stared at the contact person with wide eyes, Mr. Zhao.

"Hey!" Her hands trembled, and then she held back her excitement and looked at Yang Xi who was reading a book not far away. When she realized that the other party was not paying attention to her, she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Yes, is Yang Sumei from Dormitory 302? I am Zhao Xinpeng."

"Zhao, Mr. Zhao, are you calling so late to find Yang Xi?" Yang Sumei looked at Yang Xi nervously again. If Mr. Zhao was looking for Yang Xi, then would she want to hand it to Yang Xi?

She was a little hesitant.

No! I have to fight for it, I am no worse than Yang Xi, why?

"Yang Xi? No, I'm here to find you."

"Look for me?" Yang Sumei was shocked. Happiness came too suddenly, and she couldn't even react.

"Yes, Meimei, actually, I fell in love with you when I saw you for the first time."

"Young Master Zhao, what are you talking about?" Yang Sumei's pretty face turned red and her voice pretended to be shy, but she was overjoyed!

Only then did Mr. Zhao realize that he was better than Yang Xi?

Really!

No, I can't show too much surprise, so he must look down on me, I must be reserved!

Ah, it's not OK. If you are too reserved, will Mr. Zhao be annoyed?

"Meimei, I really like you. I especially like seeing you wearing a red dress. It's really beautiful!"

"Mr. Zhao, me, then why do you call Yang Xi every night?" Yang Sumei looked at Yang Xi again, with a slight jealousy in her eyes. At this moment, Yang Xi was still pretending to be noble, holding an English book.

"Huh?" The other side of the phone paused, then sighed, "I called her, actually to inquire about your news. I really like you."

"Young Master Zhao, I..."

"Meimei, you will be at the school gate at twelve o'clock tomorrow. You are holding roses and wearing a red dress waiting for me. See you!"

"Mr. Zhao, Mr. Zhao? Rose? Why hold roses? Hey, hey?"

Yang Sumei was about to say something, but the other party hung up the phone. She put her phone on her head and laughed excitedly. But when she thought of Yang Xi's fake aloof look, she resisted the excitement and pretended to be helpless.

"That's really... I have rejected him a few times, and I still don't give up asking me to meet you. Really... Forget it, I'll go see him tomorrow!" She said this entirely for Yang Xi to hear.

When Yang Xi heard this, he just smiled slightly and didn't say much.

However, Yang Sumei then realized that she had no red skirt when she searched through the closet. It seemed that Yang Xi had one!

this……

No matter what, Mr. Zhao is one of the best nobles in the school. He said that if I wear a red skirt, I will wait for him!

When we are together in the future, we will have plenty of money, countless jewelry LV bags, and the envious eyes of the sisters...

Yang Xi? Humph, let’s see when you can still pretend to be a white swan!

After thinking about it, Yang Sumei laughed out loud.

"Meimei, what's wrong?" Yang Xi looked at Yang Sumei in confusion. It seemed that just now, Yang Sumei was a little abnormal.

"No, Xi'er, can you ask for something for me to help you get rid of that poor man?"

"What's the matter?" Yang Xi closed the book and looked at Yang Sumei with a flushing face in confusion.

"Well, can you lend me your red skirt tomorrow?"

"Lend it to you? Isn't it suitable?"

"Hao Xier, for the sake of my disposal of that poor man for you, please lend me a dressing."

"Okay..." Yang Xi shook her head helplessly and pointed to the wardrobe.

In the rental house not far from Yenching University, Ning Bufan leaned on the ** and stared at the sky with a bright moon hanging outside the window.

The night is quiet, and the evening breeze blows, and a little sadness comes to my heart.

This month, there are only more than 300 yuan left. It’s just the beginning of the month. How can I endure it? I have to find a way to make money!

All of them are this jade!

Ning Bufan took out his pocket. After taking out the jade, Ning Bufan was surprised to find that the jade was half smaller. It was originally as big as an ordinary eraser, but now it is only half that big.

Hum? What's the situation? Could it be that jade has become a spirit? It's impossible...

He shook his head and took back the jade, thinking that it might be because he had hallucinations during this period, and the jade was so big.

Then he looked at his phone reflexively and found that the phone was lying quietly on the ground and enjoying the current from the socket. The keyboard lights were lit gently, as if they were snoring.

Naturally, he didn't know that the phone had been calling for a long time.

Maybe it's better to have a smartphone that can talk.

“BOSS,BOSS!”

Ning Bufan woke up from his feelings and heard a strange sound outside the house.

He smiled bitterly.

It's the bicycle that has become a virgin.

"What's the matter?" Ning Bufan pushed open the door and asked in a low voice when he saw that there was no one on the left and right.

"I'm a little cold in the old car. Can I get into the house?"

"Will you be cold?" Ning Bufan seemed to see something incredible. A bicycle covered in iron would be cold?

"yes."

"Okay!" A bicycle is actually afraid of the cold. What's going on? Ning Bufan shook his head and pushed the bicycle into the house, then closed the door. The night wind in autumn has begun to be slightly cold.

"Wow, it's so comfortable!" The bicycle shook the front wheel and sighed with pleasure.

"Okay, I'm going to sleep, you can be quiet."

"Well, BOSS, I have something small, can you please?" Bicycle asked in a slight manner.

"What's up?"

"Can you, okay? Well... I mean, if you have spare money, can you buy me some motor oil? I feel that my feet are a little inconvenient."

"What are you doing?"

"As an old car with quality, culture and ideals, I want to evolve into an electric car, well...so, I have to work hard!"

"What? Nokia wants to evolve into a color screen phone, do you want to evolve into an electric car?"

"Well...we are all good monsters with ideals and goals!"
Chapter completed!