Therefore, Ye Zhimei's call was not as high as Lin Siying.

In everyone's opinion, Lin Siying is really pure, while Ye Zhimei is more pretending to be pure, especially after hearing that Ye Zhimei had met some young masters and young masters in private, most of the male classmates only regarded her as the object of nocturnal dreams, rather than the object of marriage.

Men all want to sleep with her, but few people have the idea of ​​being with her for the rest of their lives, because everyone thinks she is not safe. If she is really together, she will definitely cuckold herself.

Ye Zhimei has been silently enduring this kind of grievance. Without any defense, she cannot defend herself.

"Why."

Ye Zhimei sighed. She really didn't want to attend these so-called upper class gatherings anymore.

This kind of party makes her feel that she is a commodity, and she is exhibited by her father. Whoever pays more money will be sold to whom.

At this time, she wished she had someone she liked, stood beside him and said to everyone: "I'm sorry, she is mine, you have no chance."

Unfortunately, this is just a luxury. The only thing she can imagine is that the rich young master she meets in the future should not be so bad! Even if it is bad, it is fine, as long as it is a little better to her.

Being slightly better to her is the only thing she hopes for.

"that……"

Just when Ye Zhimei was confused and melancholy, Zhang Yifeng's voice came again, and she didn't know when Zhang Yifeng went back.

Zhang Yifeng's voice scared Ye Zhimei, who had complicated thoughts, jumped.

"Sorry, I scared you. I thought you heard my footsteps, but you seemed to be very impressed by what you thought about, so I had to remind you."

Zhang Yifeng's voice was no longer as cold as it was at the beginning, because from just now, Ye Zhimei's expression was seen by her.

Zhang Yifeng believes that Ye Zhimei is a person with a story. Her eyes were filled with grievances, and she seemed to have endured many things alone.

"Is there anything wrong?" Ye Zhimei was in a bad mood and didn't want to get too entangled with Zhang Yifeng.

"There's a little bit, that, can you give me an extra hundred yuan? Just think I borrowed it."

Ye Zhimei was amused and crying. She looked at Zhang Yifeng and said, "You want all 100 yuan? Are you short of money?"

Zhang Yifeng didn't feel embarrassed, and nodded lightly and said, "I'm really short of money. I've calculated it. I'm still short of money. I can get enough money for the ticket."

Ye Zhimei said coldly: "Am I familiar with you? Why do I lend you 100 yuan? Moreover, we have already cleared the two."

Zhang Yifeng was a little embarrassed. One hundred yuan was not much, but he really didn't know who to borrow it. He Yajiao didn't plan to borrow it. I guess the girl was angry and wouldn't lend it. Even if she borrowed it, she wouldn't have a good face. Zhao Long's financial situation was relatively tight, because Zhao Long's monthly living expenses were only 600 yuan!

Who can believe that when you go to college, you can spend 600 yuan a month? But this is a fact. Zhao Long's daily consumption can only be fixed at twenty yuan. It is almost enough to eat and there is no entertainment.

This is the gap between people, but these gaps can be changed through one's own efforts. This is why Zhao Long studied so seriously.

Men should strive for self-improvement!

In college, Zhao Long and He Yajiao were among his few friends. It was difficult to borrow these two people, so he simply asked Ye Zhimei to get another hundred yuan and just think it was borrowed.

"Have you encountered something difficult? Let's talk about it, let me see if I can solve it for you."

Zhang Yifeng spoke again.

"Do you solve it for me?" Ye Zhimei's body trembled, and then her eyes lit up. Otherwise, she would take Zhang Yifeng to the party. But then she shook her head. Zhang Yifeng has no money and power now. Looking for Zhang Yifeng is a way to insult Zhang Yifeng.

"Forget it, you can't solve it."

When Zhang Yifeng heard this, he smiled faintly and said, "Here, there is no trouble that I, Zhang Yifeng, cannot solve. I am very curious about what is bothering you."

"You really want to know? Well, I'll tell you that you will retreat after listening. My dad asked me to attend a high-class party, and his purpose was to ask me to find him a rich son-in-law..."

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng directly interrupted Ye Zhimei's words and said lightly: "You don't need to say anything, I understand, what I think of is a trivial matter."

"Ah? You understand?"

Ye Zhimei was slightly stunned. Before she finished speaking, Zhang Yifeng understood?

"Well, I understand. I'll just go with you. But you have to add a little more money, this is not a trivial matter."

"No, if you can really help me, I can give you a month's living expenses. No, more is fine. But do you really understand what I think in my heart? What if you get it wrong."

"Don't worry, I still have this little bit of vision. Give me one hundred yuan as a deposit first, and then what is your phone number? I'll call you on time at 6 pm."

"ah?"

Ye Zhimei was a little confused.

"Forget it, I'll take it myself."

Zhang Yifeng shrugged, not at all polite, and took the initiative to pay a hundred yuan from Ye Zhimei's bag.

"Okay, tell me the phone now."

“133…”

Ye Zhimei actually told Zhang Yifeng his phone number by chance.

"Remember, wait for my phone call at 5 pm."

Zhang Yifeng took the money, waved at Ye Zhimei, and turned around to the dormitory.

I have obtained the ticket price for tonight, but I don’t know how long the party lasts. If it is too late, I will go to Zhenbao Garden tomorrow night.

Back at the dormitory, Zhang Yifeng took a pill and then changed into a cleaner set of clothes.

"If you make money, you must rebuilt some clothes."

Looking at the colorful clothes and pants on her body, Zhang Yifeng shook his head.

Although Zhang Yifeng used to buy international brands, the colors were almost colorful, which really matched his second-generation ancestor. But now Zhang Yifeng doesn’t like this style. He likes simpler and simpler, either black or white, or darker colors.

If he hadn't had money now, he wouldn't have wanted to wear these clothes.

Zhang Yifeng originally planned to sell these clothes, but after inquiring, he found that many shops do not buy such colorful clothes at all, but they want to buy small suits, but Zhang Yifeng really doesn't have small suits. Zhang Yifeng used to seem to not like to wear suits, and he always dressed up with such colorful personality everywhere he went. After changing his clothes, Zhang Yifeng went straight to the teaching building. After Ning Xiangyi's class later, he still had to "listen" it.

Zhang Yifeng has a special respect for Ning Xiangyi.

Class 3 of the Department of Economics is still the class with the highest attendance rate, no doubt about it.

When Zhang Yifeng came, He Yajiao also arrived. He Yajiao glanced at Zhang Yifeng, snorted coldly, and turned her head away, as if she was in a cold war with Zhang Yifeng.
Chapter completed!