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"Qian Xun." A surprised cry was heard, and it was filled with surprise and joy.

I raised my head to look at him and smiled. "Oh, Dong Zi, it's you."

He walked over with a smile. "You're actually here. Why did you change your number? Why don't you want us to find you?"

"Not at all, I'm still waiting for you to treat me to some delicious food."

"Wait, everyone is missing you."

Zheng Dongzi was truly a man of action. Once he said this, he called out to his friends: "We found her. Brother, don't let her off tonight. If you don't get her drunk, then let's go jump in the stinky ditch."

I rolled my eyes at him and laughed. "Damn you, Dong Zi."

"You are courting death." He put on a straight face and said, "On your birthday, your bro has almost flipped the capital over, but I still can't find you. Why do you like to play missing people? Also, your work clothes are so ugly.

"F * ck off." I burst out laughing.

He leaned lazily against the glass cabinet and looked at the Bai Da Fei Li on his wrist. "What time do you get off work?" I mocked him, "It's not that fast. Dong Zi, changing tables is as fast as changing women."

"Who told you not to end my bachelor life?" He glared at me. "I'll wait for you outside. Those little bastards should be arriving soon."

Look how many people you've called to take care of me. It's alright, I'll accept them all. When I get off work at 4 o'clock, we'll kill our way out and eat a buffet.

He looked at me in disappointment. "Which one of us can't afford you, Miss Mo, I beg of you. You can marry anyone you want, but you always want us to accompany you to a buffet. You also want to support the wall and push your way out."

"Of course." This was the highest realm of buffet eating.

Zheng Dongzi whistled, his hands in his pockets in an elegant manner.

After work, they left the supermarket parking lot. The entrance was blocked by famous cars, and the bulky license plates gave the security personnel a headache.

Zheng Dongzi ran out and opened the car door: "Qian Xun, here."

"Qian Xun, don't ride in his car. It's like a woman. Come here, big brother bought a new Maserati. It's the fiery red color that you like." The slutty Qin Rui was still so popular.

Bai Yixue smiled and ran over to push him into the front passenger seat. "Let sister have a taste of her own medicine."

A famous car was indeed different. A broken Shari could not be compared with it.

Qin Rui smiled as he hugged my bag. "Qian Xun, how about this car as a birthday present for you?"

"Qin Rui, you grandson, where are you telling me to put such a good car? If I drive such a good car, people will think I stole it. I won't be able to argue if you ask."

"Woman, I adore you so much that I'm giving you a car, and you actually find it annoying." He disdained, "Your phone has changed again. What's your number?"

"In the bag, take a look."

"Yo, Ji Xiaobei, this name sounds a bit familiar." He touched his head. "Where have I heard that before?"

"My lover, you've met her before?"

He laughed. "What a joke, you will have a lover. This brother's number means that he wants to take first place. If I pull a number from now on, he'll be able to find me at the first possible moment. "

"Alright."

A man who grew up in a large courtyard was like a blood brother. He and I used to be on bad terms because of a man, but now that things have calmed down, our friendship can still come back.

I like to lead these aristocratic children to sweep up the barbecue buffet.

Qin Rui turned my shoulders and said, "Let's go somewhere else. Ancestor, I don't have the face to enter this place anymore, the last time they cried at us, looking at the house across the street, Ruan left. If we don't eat, we'll have to crawl out."

The group of people entered, drinking and chatting merrily.

"I'm late." Her gentle and elegant voice was unexpectedly clear in such a noisy place.

This voice was really familiar. Qin Rui shouted, "Lin Xia, over here."

I looked up abruptly, wearing a white shirt and black pants and a vest, bright as a ink painting.

He's back, Lin Xia, that modest gentleman, the one who broke me off with my friends.