Chapter 135

"What are you talking about? Send her husband's fruit to the microblog. Is Tao Yaoyao sick?" After Feng Zhuo and Tao Yaoyao finished their conversation, they came out of the lounge. They just opened the door. They happened to hear Chang Sixi's contemptuous voice and smiled high above. They looked down on Tao Yaoyao in their mouth. His eyes narrowed, and his calm face was covered with a thin layer of frost. Li Simin was still on the other end of the phone and said to Chang Sixi: "yes, but it's stupid enough. I'm afraid people don't know that she found a little white face and can show off only a few pieces of meat. Just now I went to buy clothes with Fang Yu. It's just a dress of two or three hundred yuan. It's also interesting to wear it to the classmate's meeting." Chang Sixi hasn't found Feng Zhuo yet. She replied, "the Tao family is going bankrupt. She has two or three hundred clothes. It's good to wear, but she's poor enough to marry that husband. She can't even afford to buy her a decent skirt." Li Simin smiled proudly: "but this is just right. Bitch with soft rice man will last forever." Chang Sixi smiled quietly. She was about to say something when she saw Feng Zhuo coming out. She brightened her eyes, jumped for a moment, and then smiled and maintained her reserve. After hanging up with Li Simin, she gently shouted to Feng Zhuo, "Mr. chuck..." when she saw Feng Zhuo sitting back in her chair, she said softly, "it was my high school classmate who called just now. We have a classmate meeting tomorrow." Then, a mischievous smile, "yes, it's almost time for dinner, or else together..." Feng Chin's face was calm, and her thin lips began to open, interrupting her words: "No." Chang Sixi's face flashed awkwardly, and then shyly said, "in fact, I want to discuss something with Mr. chuck. I didn't just say that I have a classmate meeting. I'm quite formal in May villa. I want to invite you to be my boyfriend." Feng's deep eyes narrowed slightly and stared at Chang Sixi. For a long time, she whispered, "Miss Chang, what's your identity?" Chang Sixi was stunned. She was a little confused and at a loss. Then she understood what this meant, that is, if you want to invite me to be your boyfriend, it seems that your identity is not qualified. Her fingers pinched into her palm. Chang Sixi's face turned red and white. She said hard, "I'm... Right... Sorry!" Looking at Feng Zhuo's cold eyes, she blushed and said sincerely, "I actually... I liked you at the first sight. I actually wanted to ask you, can I be your girlfriend?" From small to large, this is the first time she has been so bold and brave to take the initiative to confess to a man. Feng Shao's mouth was slightly hooked. It was not a smile, but a taste of irony. He glanced at the ancient paintings she had brought with thin lips, but the words were poisonous: "art is a code between classes. The rules of the art market are divided into two kinds, the inferior for collection and the superior for hype." Chang Sixi's face changed dramatically. Mr. chuck is a famous son of a European aristocratic family. In the upper class of Europe, their class division is particularly clear. He grew up in the West. The education of gentlemen didn't let him say an ugly word. But what he said was very insulting and even domineering. The subtext of this sentence is: you don't deserve me!