"By the way, sister Mingling, you don't have anything serious to do, shouldn't the successor of the rich second generation be very busy?"
Treated by his pettiness or 'indifference', Fangran had no choice but to secretly make a cup of hot milk by himself after failing to act coquettishly. This time, he turned his attention to Ming Ling and said silently:
"Staying indoors all the time can be decadent..."
"Of course, otherwise you think I'm always doing something."
Dressed in exquisite and bright clothes that showed off her figure, Ming Ling leaned close to Gou Yu, and squinted at Fangran on the other side with her beautiful eyes.
And you, a kid who has nothing to do all day, don't have the right to say that I'm always in the house...
The real and serious rich second generation, especially the kind raised by the family as successors, is actually not very easy.
As the price of being born in an upper-class family and not worrying about money, they were also strictly required to do many things since they were young.
Not everyone can spend their days drinking and drinking, wantonly enjoying themselves.
Graduation is approaching, and I have been urged by my family to start more and more things recently.
In the past few days, I have been taken by my father to observe and learn how to negotiate business with customers at close range. I am exhausted physically and mentally from the polite smirks and dialogues intertwined in interests, favors, and face.
"Ah. It's finally the weekend."
Mingling doesn't have the slightest image of Yujie's beauty, like a lazy cat lying on the small table and sighing,
"By the way, what about Xiaoran?"
Seeing that the seat directly opposite her was empty, she asked curiously.
"It's different from a certain brother who probably has never been to the library or self-study room, sister Xiaoran, it is impossible to be at home at this time before Saturday and Sunday."
At this time, after changing into new clothes, Meng Lang gritted his teeth and stared at Fangran, then sat back in his seat,
"Brother, you fart! I have clearly been to the library!"
Hearing this, Fangran couldn't bear it, and slapped the table angrily.
"Oh, brother, you followed your classmates to see beautiful women, right?"
Seeing him taking the bait, Meng Lang immediately pulled out a wicked smile, opened his mouth directly, and even took out his phone to take a photo on the table!
"No need to quibble, I have seen the table by the entrance."
Looking at Fangran in the photo, and occasionally encountering such people peeking at her, Xia Yao's light smile stretched.
"Hey~ junior, you can do this kind of thing too...."
"not me... "
Never thought that my brother was still hiding this hand, Fangran was stunned for a moment, unable to explain clearly, and then went crazy with his head in his arms in disbelief:
"Brother! You bastard, you actually followed me!!!"
As usual, the topic unfolded, although it was noisy, it didn't make people feel irritable.
On the contrary, there is a kind of inexplicable comfort.
Being a rich second generation sometimes has troubles, such as making friends, if you are too good than others, you will be kept at a distance, even if there are one or two enthusiastic peers,
Topics, spending power, places to hang out, and various class differences make it okay to be ordinary friends, but it is difficult to talk to each other.
This is especially true among girls.
But the ones whose class matches are often the kind of flirtatious sluts who can't get along with hypocrisy,
Only in this hut can Mingling feel the balance of relaxation and comfort between the two, so that he won't be left alone at the speed of light when he casually talks about luxury goods.
"Well... But the absence of Xiaoran really makes the sense of healing less"
Drinking the hot milk in the cup, Ming Ling leaned back again and sighed melancholy. After a busy week, she now especially wants someone who can heal herself.
"The little angel hasn't come here for some reason recently..."
Thinking of how often he came here after he had been to Okinawa, Ming Ling suddenly stared at Fangran with fierce eyes,
It must be because this guy is back!
"little angel?"
Noticing this title in Mingling's words, I am sorry to let Xia Yao beside me see what unsuitable stuff she is looking at,
Tang Bing, who started to brush up the sand sculpture pictures just now, put down his phone and asked crisply and curiously:
"Besides sister Mingling, is there anyone else who would come here?"
As someone who knew the identities of Fangran and others as participants, Tang Bing thought that Ming Ling was the only special case who could enter this cabin.
"Yes, I have,"
Although she's just an ordinary girl, she's so pleasing that even her best friend's hidden love rival can't hate her.
Hearing Tang Bing's words, Ming Ling remembered his first meeting, and smiled mysteriously.
"When she comes, I guarantee Tang Bing will surprise you."
"Speaking of which, Tang Bing, you really haven't seen her yet..."
When Ming Ling mentioned this matter, Xia Yao also remembered with a smile that since Tang Bing moved to the hut, that figure has never been there once.
"Shocked, I haven't seen it before...."
Listening to the confusing words of the two of them, Tang Bing blinked in a daze,
Subconsciously, she cast a puzzled look at Fang Ran, and then saw that Fang Ran was having a 'hot fight' with Meng Lang, so she didn't notice her eyes at all.
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