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Chapter 16 Isn’t the tea girl an internet scam?

 [So the rich second generation encountered online fraud? Is it okay to laugh? Sincere jpg]

[Such an old routine, can’t second-generation brother see it? Five tea girls have been added to my mobile phone!]

"Everyone has misunderstood. She is not a liar. I know the tea girl's scams, so how could I be so stupid and fall for it?"

I am not a rich second generation.

"I have known her for a long time. We had been chatting with her before, but I didn't know that she planted tea trees in her home. She is one of the few girls I have met who has the same hobbies and outlook on life as me. We often meet for dates.

Games, I didn’t know what a soul mate was before, and I didn’t know what kind of girl would be suitable for me. After I met her, I discovered that she could enlighten me when I was confused and play games with me when I was sad.

He sings to me, can give me a lot of professional insights when I talk about cars, and can role-play and give me red envelopes during festivals. How can such a person be a liar?"

[I heard the second-generation brother say this, and I think so too! If a liar can pay so much, is he still a liar?]

[I support the second-generation brother this time!]

[The anchor must have made a mistake this time!]

Wen Ying smiled and said, "Patient, how many red envelopes have you sent to her?"

"The amount of the red envelope is too small. I transferred all the money, so I only transferred more than 300,000 yuan."

[Damn it! It’s only 300,000 yuan??? Second-generation brother, do you still need a girlfriend? Gender restrictions are so strict, I can do it!]

[Proficient in playing games, professional in singing, I am also a king on DuNiangzhi.com, my second-generation brother looks at my long legs!]

[It turns out that the second generation of rich people are not as smart as I thought. If this wasn’t a liar, I would live broadcast the handstand and eating sex!]

"You have really misunderstood Chacha. Since we have known each other for so long, she has only mentioned it once, asking me if I like drinking tea. I don't like it very much, but the old man in the family likes it, so she sent thousands of dollars without taking a penny.

Come over with some tea leaves."

[What about the other two beauties? Since this one is so suitable, aren’t you too greedy, second-generation brother?]

[The person upstairs asked me what I wanted to ask. I’m afraid the second generation of rich people are all worried!]

Seeing these barrages, the second-generation brother seemed a little embarrassed, and he didn't know how to explain it.

He really likes Chacha, but he can't let go of the other two people.

Seeing the silence of the second-generation brother, Wen Ying took over the words, "There is another beauty whose appearance happens to be the type that the second-generation patients have liked since childhood. The second-generation patients have been liking that type for ten years, but in reality

I have never met one before, so it’s understandable that it’s hard to make a decision.”

"Yes, what Dr. Wen said is indeed what I think. There is nothing I can do about it! Which man has never liked a certain type of girl?"

I’m not a rich second generation. I immediately defended myself.

"As for the third one, she is the younger sister of a second-generation patient, right? I met her online and am a college student. She likes to share all the big and small things and interesting things in life with the second-generation patient. Her appearance is also one that makes people pity you at a glance.

Type, but treats the second-generation patient as her biological brother without any shyness. Faced with such a girl, would a man who has been single for twenty years be willing to give up?"

[Seriously! I’m afraid I’ll fall when I encounter someone like this!]

[My hand speed, which has been single for 20 years, tells me! My girlfriend is ugly because I have no money!]

[I’m single and have a girlfriend upstairs? Could it be silicone?]

The rich second generation saw the barrage and felt the same way. He really had no choice.
Chapter completed!
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