A year older, the third master of Beijing circle kissed her to tears

Chapter 695: Treat, No Thanks

Huo Yan's face froze. Is there something wrong with this guy's brain?

"It seems that we are not suitable to be friends." Huo Yan said with a perfunctory smile.

I quickly pulled my hand back and looked at the classmates around me.

Well, she had inadvertently proved the nonsense that this guy had just said, and who knows how people would spread it.

Fortunately, her husband was not from the school. Besides, the entertainment spirit of graduate students was weaker than that of undergraduates. In addition, Huo Yan herself believed that it was just a trial reading, so her attitude was much more casual and she did not take it seriously.

After school, Qian Ziang followed Huo Yan and asked, "Sister, can you treat me to a meal?"

Huo Yan rolled his eyes repeatedly, "No money!"

"Could it be that the young lady of the Zhuang family has no money?"

Qian Ziang took advantage of this opportunity to rush up to her and said with a playful smile:

"Don't be stingy. Wait until I become a tyrant here. I'll protect you. How about that?"

"Do you think this is your home?"

Huo Yan was somewhat disgusted by this man's nonsensical behavior. It seemed that they were really unfamiliar with each other.

Qian Ziang nodded and said, "This will be my alma mater from now on. It's not an exaggeration to call it my home."

Huo Yan put his head against hers and said, "I want to go home. Can you please stop following me?"

"Good sister, since we have been classmates for a day, what's wrong with you treating me to a meal?" Qian Ziang continued to stop Huo Yan. He followed her every step and refused to let her go.

Huo Yan opened the bag, rummaged through it, and threw five dollars to Qian Ziang.

"I'll treat you to some noodles with soybean paste. No need to thank me."

After saying that, she stuffed the money into his hand and left.

Qian Ziang looked at the five-yuan note over and over again, feeling that it was rare. The five-yuan note looked like this now.

Le Dianer happily walked out of the school gate and actually found a noodle shop and ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste. But after he finished eating, it was broken because he didn't have enough money.

Qian Ziang put five dollars on the table. The waiter who came to collect the money looked at the man dressed in fancy clothes with some confusion. What did it mean?

Isn't this a bill?

"As you can see, I don't have enough money today, so my wife gave me five dollars. Can that be counted as five dollars?" Qian Ziang said shamelessly, without any guilt at all.

The waiter looked unhappy. It seemed like we were here to dine and run.

"That won't do, sir. We're a small business with clearly marked prices. Why did you order a large bowl for eight dollars if you didn't have enough money? You could have ordered a small bowl without the double sauce, which would have been exactly five dollars..."

"I say, why are you so stupid, kid? Just think of it as I ordered a small bowl without double the fried sauce. Why bother nagging me like that? If you have the time, you might as well serve other customers." Qian Ziang interrupted and made some twisted arguments.

The waiter was a little stunned. He had seen difficult customers who deliberately made trouble before, but this was the first time he had encountered someone who was trying to refuse to pay under the guise of reasoning.

The waiter saw that Qian Ziang was dressed too "trendy" and spoke with a tough gangster tone. He was not sure whether he was a street thug, so he didn't dare to provoke him.

But of course it was impossible for him to do as Qian Ziang said.

The waiter looked directly at the boss, asking for help with his eyes.

The boss finally noticed it and came over immediately: "What's the matter?"

The waiter explained the whole story and then saw what the boss meant.

The boss also looked at Qian Ziang’s clothes and realized that he was not a good person!

If you give in to this kind of person this time, he will definitely cause trouble again next time because he is easy to bully.

The boss saw that he was the only one in the store and the other customers did not seem to be accomplices, so his attitude immediately became tough.

"Sir, we're a small business. It's okay if a large portion is counted as a small one, or if two portions of fried sauce are counted as one. We can even just not charge for it, but there are definitely conditions. What do you think? Also, we have rules here. Today was the first time the rules were broken, and there's no guarantee it won't happen again. We've been accommodating this time, so how are we going to politely refuse other customers in the future?"

Qian Ziang raised his eyebrows. What does this mean?

"So, I, the woman who barely manages my family's finances, send money over?"

Qian Ziang didn't seem surprised at all. It was just what he expected, so he dialed the phone right away.

The boss was relieved after seeing Qian Ziang's actions. As long as he was not a street thug, it would be fine. He was an outsider and could not afford to offend these local thugs.

Huo Yan was speechless for a long time after receiving the call.

"If you don't have enough money, go ask your mom. Why are you asking me?"

Huo Yan gritted his teeth. Are you very familiar with him?

"My mother has been dead for many years. I'm a motherless child... Alas, I don't even have enough money to buy a bowl of noodles..."

Qian Ziang choked with sobs.

Huo Yan rolled her eyes, feeling angry at the moment, but her heart ached for no reason. She didn't have a mother anymore...

"Where are you?" Huo Yan asked gloomily.

Being soft-hearted is a woman's unavoidable nature.

Qian Ziang sat sprawled on a chair, gave his address, and waited for the woman to bring him food.

Huo Yan walked in pulling the curtain. Qian Ziang had already ordered a bowl of noodles with soybean paste and set it up for her.

"Please give me something to eat."

"Don't you have no money?" Huo Yan looked at him with a sullen face.

Qian Ziang smiled slyly and said happily:

"I'll treat you to a meal, and as for the money, just think of it as a loan from your brother, and I'll pay you back later."

Huo Yan pushed away the noodles with soybean paste and said, "I don't like noodles."

Qian Ziang had fooled her, and regardless of whether she did it on purpose or it was really her fault, she just picked up the bowl and solved the problem.

"Are you a pig? How can you still eat?" Huo Yan was dumbfounded.

"My brother loves noodles the most." Qian Ziang said wolfing down his food.

Huo Yan thought to herself, it was indeed a natural enemy. Among all the grains, she only didn't like noodles.

Break up with Qian Ziang and take a taxi back to the banker.

It was lunchtime, but it was really noisy. Huo Yan called Zhuang Zhoucheng, feeling a surge of anger in his heart.

Zhuang Zhoucheng listened carefully and waited until she finished yelling before speaking.

"Let Lu Zeng go back and pick you up. Come to the company and sleep for a while, okay?"

"No, I don't want to move."

Huo Yan grabbed the pillow and started beating it around on the bed.

"Then what do you want to do?" Zhuang Zhou asked patiently.

Huo Yan rolled around on the bed without saying a word.

She didn't say anything, and Zhuang Zhoucheng kept calling, so she just kept listening. Huo Yan finally asked in a low voice:

"Can't I go to school?"

The accommodation fee is not refundable. I have classes tomorrow and can’t stay in school today?

"No." Zhuang Zhoucheng whispered.

Huo Yan was discouraged. "Then I'll come to the company. I'll take a taxi here myself."

Zhuang Zhoucheng hung up the phone and asked Lu Zeng to come in. "How many universities did you apply to, Miss?"

"Three universities, in addition to Cambridge and Columbia, there is also Pennsylvania in the United States."