Pan Wenbo pondered in his heart whether he would tell Zhu Haoyun about the relevant information he had learned one by one later.

After all, if you want to look from the surface, Yao Siyu can really be called pure and lovely.

However, judging from Pan Wenbo's understanding of this woman, Yao Siyu can definitely be regarded as a "quite rich" person.

At present, Yao Siyu has no reason to get close to Zhu Haoyun. People with clear eyes can see that Yao Siyu's purpose is absolutely impossible to be related to Zhu Haoyun.

In fact, Yao Siyu's calculation is nothing more than that the drunk is not drunk. Her real goal is Zhang Xiaofan from the beginning.

In this way, Zhang Xiaofan and these roommates, after playing a few "King's glory" with each other, Zhang Xiaofan received a call from his little girlfriend, Zhao Yinger, at noon.

"I said Xiaofan, did you get drunk with Qian Wenyi until dawn yesterday?"

"It's almost noon. I haven't heard from you yet. It's really..."

At the other end of the line, Zhao Ying'er can't help laughing.

"Ah? No, my side, pan Wenbo and Qian Wenyi are fighting against the king. They are too involved in the fight all of a sudden, so they forget to call you. "

Say, Zhang Xiaofan also spread a show hand, facial expression is also quite embarrassed.

"Bang, then come to the canteen with me for lunch, and I'll forgive you."

Zhao Yinger pretended to be angry and said.

In this regard, Zhang Xiaofan can't help but follow. After finishing the qualifying match quickly, Zhang Xiaofan said goodbye to pan Wenbo and went out quickly.

Today, Zhao Ying'er is still on her own. She is not always followed by song Jiayi.

Seeing this behind the scenes, Zhang Xiaofan is also very happy. Finally, there is no song Jiayi's annoying 100 watt light bulb.

"How about last night? Is Qian Wenyi better now? He should not be so depressed..."

In the third canteen, Zhao Ying'er suddenly asked Zhang Xiaofan about last night's affairs, laughing and saying.

"Well, I think a penny boy, this time he is completely out of the shadow of the last lovelorn, and I believe he will be able to pick himself up soon!"

Zhang Xiaofan nodded and looked at Zhao Yinger suddenly. His eyes became extremely gentle.

"Yingbao, if one day, I have nothing, I will never be the matchless devil. Zhang Wutian."

"When that happens, will you still love me as much as you do now?"

After hearing this, Zhao Ying'er was slightly stunned by Zhang Xiaofan's sudden question. Then she picked up the chopsticks and knocked on Zhang Xiaofan's forehead.

"I said Xiaofan, you are so stupid..."

"When you ask me this question now, don't you mean to make me angry?"

With that, Zhao Ying'er looked directly at Zhang Xiaofan for a moment, opposite Zhang Xiaofan's four eyes. After a long time, she spoke softly.

"Two and a half years ago, when we first met at Wuzhou University, Xiaofan, at that time, you were still looking directly at a rural teenager in Jizhou happy village..."