The more he looked, the more uneasy he felt, especially when he thought of his own brat, who was always lazy and needed a beating, and had a stinky and poisonous mouth, and then he looked at the cheerful boy in front of him.
Old Master Ye was feeling very uncomfortable. He opened his mouth but couldn't bring himself to stop the young man from asking for his phone number.
Just when he was getting restless, Qiao Nian's long eyelashes moved, and her fair white hands pulled down her baseball cap, refusing directly.
"Sorry, I don't call anyone casually."
“Uh…” The boy probably didn’t expect that he would be rejected.
After all, he has been an excellent student since childhood, has a good appearance, and comes from a very wealthy family. He has been surrounded by many little fans since he was a child.
When he came to the Department of Civil Engineering at Tsinghua University, he was not overwhelmed by the world of academic elites. He still shined in the basketball club with his excellent athletic ability.
Few girls can resist his approach.
He thought about it, and said persistently: "Don't call me, just give me WeChat. Don't worry, I won't bother you after adding you, it's just a contact number..."
Qiao Nian has never been a patient person, but she patiently rejected him because they were all alumni.
Seeing that the other party didn't appreciate it and took her polite refusal as room for bargaining, she frowned impatiently, staring at his face with her dark eyes like hooks: "I don't add strangers on my WeChat either."
The boy was indeed a little embarrassed, mainly because there were several younger classmates watching him.
He gritted his teeth and said, "QQ is also OK."
Qiao Nian didn't expect that after rejecting him twice, he still wouldn't give in, so she sat up straight and narrowed her eyes: "Do you have to add me because of something?"
She has too strong aura.
The boy couldn't stand it and lost half his momentum: "No, it's okay, I just want to add your contact information so we can chat later."
"No need, I have a boyfriend." Qiao Nian said briefly, glancing at him.
"..." The boy's neck was flushed, and he felt extremely embarrassed, like a cooked shrimp. He wished he could dig out a three-bedroom apartment under his feet, but he was too embarrassed to embarrass himself here again.
So he had to pat his head and apologize to Qiao Nian: “Sorry, I didn’t know.”
Qiao Nian didn't say anything to him this time.
He knew that he was too annoying just now, so he said stiffly: "I, I won't bother you anymore, I'll go over first."
This time he didn't feel like staying any longer, so he nodded to Mr. Ye and went back to his table without looking back.
Old Master Ye breathed a sigh of relief, fearing that he would encounter the same situation if he stayed any longer, so he said to Qiao Nian: "Niannian, we are almost leaving, do you want to sit for a while?"
"No."
Qiao Nian stood up with him, picked up her things, and called the clerk to pay the bill.
Old Master Ye was about to rush to give the money, but Qiao Nian didn't let him. Plus, seeing that the money was not much, he didn't fight with Qiao Nian for it.
After Qiao Nian swiped the WeChat payment, the two of them walked out of the store one after the other.
Mr. Ye was finally relieved. He called the driver to come over and said to Qiao Nian, "Will you go back with me or...?"
He hasn't finished speaking yet.
Qiao Nian looked at her phone, remembered the message she had received, and said to Mr. Ye apologetically, "I still have to go find a friend."
Mr. Ye knew that she had many "good friends" around her, so he didn't ask which friends they were. He just went with the flow and said, "I'll ask the driver to take you there."
(End of this chapter)