Chapter 700： What a familiar and **** bridge

Yan Wenwen said so, Zhou Yuan naturally had no objection. Holding her hands, he went to the shop.

Only after leaving the door, Yan Wenwen removed her cold and harsh appearance, blinked, and smiled awkwardly at Zhou Yuan.

"I'm sorry Zhou Yuan, let you watch a joke."

No, you should say that I missed an opportunity to pretend to be a face.

Ok……

Although such an opportunity may not be so smooth...

Zhou Yuan spit out Gu Zi and said with a smile: "It's okay, don't take it to your heart. How do you say that sentence, who hasn't encountered a few scumbag exes in this life."

Despite the situation just now, the amount of information revealed was very small.

However, as far as Zhou Yuan, a novelist and an old bookworm, is concerned, the brain can make up for the general situation.

First of all, the one called Zhang Tao, I said, is both Yan Wenwen's classmate and Yan Wenwen's roommate. It's even possible that Yan Wenwen's best friend is still here before turning his face into an enemy?

As for the young boy who looks like a rich second-generation... can't run, it should be Yan Wenwen's ex-boyfriend!

And the process...

Zhang Tao, who must be a classmate, roommate and best friend, secretly dug Yan Wenwen's corner and pryed Yan Wenwen's boyfriend!

This is generally written in novels!

Basically all TV dramas are so bloody!

Staying true to each other!

And now!

If this is to reverse the gender, Yan Wenwen might still be a template for a novel male pig's feet!

Ok……

If you think about it this way, if you turn into a girl...should be the heroine of Bai Fumi, right?

Helping the male protagonist perform a brutal and inhuman face slap...

Classmate Zhou-Xi Jing-Yuan suddenly wanted to run away.

However, unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, Yan Wenwen shook her head nervously and said: "No, no, you misunderstood!"

"Misunderstanding?" Zhou Yuan returned to his senses with a beep on his face.

"The boy was not my ex-boyfriend just now, he was just a suitor before me. Really, I didn't lie to you, and I never promised him.

As for Zhang Tao, it is indeed my roommate and classmate. She has always liked Ren Ming, so she doesn't deal with me. I didn't expect the two of them to get together. "

Yan Wenwen explained quickly, for fear of Zhou Yuan's misunderstanding.

There is no way, anyone in front of the person they like, will be a little taboo against such misunderstandings.

Uh... so... I guessed wrong?

Zhou Yuan touched his nose a little awkwardly, then smiled back: "Forget it, it's just two insignificant people, don't think about it too much. Let's go and continue shopping."

Yan Wenwen nodded quickly. Seeing Zhou Yuan didn't care, she couldn't help but let out a sigh of relief.

The two went shopping for a while, and Yan Wenwen was still shopping poorly without buying anything. Zhou Yuan didn't look up to it, and after thinking about it, he drove her to the Xiangnair brand store not far away.

"Zhou Yuan, what are you taking me here for?"

"What else can I do, of course, is shopping. I think you have been shopping for a long time, so you can't go empty-handed. Isn't that a waste of shopping."

"But I don't need anything. I only ordered two sets of clothes online yesterday. There is no shortage for the time being."

"It's okay if there is no shortage of clothes, then take a look at the bag, don't you girls all say that it can cure all diseases."

Zhou Yuan replied casually, and pulled Yan Wenwen around to the shoe bag.

After watching it for a while, with a big wave, I directly ordered a new ladies handbag for this spring.

This thing, in Zhou Yuan's eyes, is: it doesn't look big, and the price is not cheap!

Once you swipe your card, you can go out with hundreds of thousands!

Yan Wenwen was unwilling to accept it in the first place, but finally Zhou Yuan yelled to throw it away, and was forced to accept it.

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