Wen Qiao could only take out her mobile phone from her pocket and scan Fu Nanli's QR code in front of Su Ying's astonished eyes.
"When are you going to treat me to dinner?" Master Fu's tone was filled with obvious joy.
Wen Qiao looked at him and smiled: "You should be very busy, right?"
Fu Nanli put away his phone: "If you want to make an appointment, I'm always available."
Su Ying: ?
She doesn't understand this world.
Wen Qiao raised her head and squinted at him. You are out of control, brother. Fu Nanli raised his eyebrows: "I have something else to do. If you want to make an appointment with me, please feel free to tell me on WeChat."
The child is in an irritated state. If you stay any longer, she might quarrel with him. Leave in time and let her digest the situation on her own.
The black Maybach started the engine, and Wen Qiao breathed a sigh of relief, okay, okay, it seems quite reasonable.
Turning around, Su Ying was still in shock. Wen Qiao lifted her hair and said, "Didn't I tell you that I can definitely catch up with Fu Nanli?"
Su Ying felt a little pain on her face. When she looked at Wen Qiao's face again, she found it very dazzling. It was true that no man could escape the temptation of beauty.
But he still refused to admit defeat and said, "I just gave you my WeChat ID, rich young man, I'm just kidding you!"
"You can't insult Fu Nanli just because you're not convinced. He's not that kind of person. If I tell him this, you'll receive a lawyer's letter from the Fu family's legal team tomorrow. Do you believe it?"
Su Ying's heart trembled: "You are really ungrateful. My mother asked me to specially send you cherries. It's better to give them to a dog than to you."
After saying that, he angrily threw all the cherries into the trash can.
Wen Qiao grabbed her and said, "You forgot to sort the garbage. The box and the cherries cannot be thrown into the same trash can."
Su Ying: "Are you sick?"
"Besides, you're wasting food. Take it out."
A sanitation worker came over on an electric bike not far away. Su Ying had no choice but to bend down and take out two boxes of cherries from the trash can. Then she handed them to the sanitation worker and looked at Wen Qiao proudly: "I'd rather give them to a stranger than give them to you!"
Wen Qiao shrugged. Her cousin was already a junior in college, so how could she be so mentally retarded
Did she say she wanted cherries
Can't she buy it herself
She really had nothing to say.
Su Ying angrily hailed a taxi and sped away from Wen Qiao.
Wen Qiao is such a bullshit. She wants to see if Wen Qiao can really catch up with Mr. Fu, and even if he does, how long can he last.
How long can the novelty of being a rich young man last? Three months? Half a year? At most a year.
Wen Qiao put her hands in her pockets and went to the fruit shop at the corner of the alley to take a look. She really wanted to eat cherries, so she bought some cherries, some bayberries and mangoes. Uncle Xu from the fruit shop generously gave her a little more than three yuan in change, and she bought the fruits for sixty yuan.
Then I went home.
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Fu Nanli had previously given Wen Qiao a courtyard house, but it was returned to him. He knew that Wen Qiao would not be very fond of his gift as the kid had a strong sense of self-esteem and did have the ability to make money.
He asked Qin Bei to contact Ji Mingyuan for him.
In fact, this Mr. Ji and his cousin Ji Xianzheng can really be considered distant relatives, but they are too far apart, only five generations away. Ji Mingyuan is not the kind of person who likes to build relationships, and he is quite content to run his own small business.
In a coffee shop near Shuying Road, Ji Mingyuan looked at Young Master Fu in front of him somewhat awkwardly, not understanding why he called him out.
(End of this chapter)