Zhong Yue has seen many people who speak without thinking, but it is indeed rare to be so brainless.

Do you want to make a painting to make fun of? Have you brought your own brush and paper? Even if you bring it, this frivolous tone, like playing a monkey and teasing a child, should be said from a twenty-year-old who is already legally an adult?

Zhong Yue's anti-sarcasm, and the person who knew it had already heard it. It was obvious that he was a little unhappy with Zhang Zi, but he thought that Zhong Yue was deliberately provoking him, so he said, "Zhong Yue, what do you mean? Somersault, are you playing a monkey?"

Zhang Zichao slapped the table and stood up.

"Then what do you mean? Do you think I am selling art? If I sell art, Mr. Zhang, will you give me money?"

"Ha, how much do you want?"

Zhong Yue really didn't expect that this stupid question would be such a stupid question, and he was too lazy to miss him, and said, "Let's keep eating."

Ye Xiaoqian stopped Zhang Zichao and whispered: "Achao, forget it. You didn't hear that Zhong Yue really gave you a step. There is no pen or paint or paper here. How can you let someone draw? You don't have any brains to speak?"

"Yes, Brother Chao, forget it."

"Yes, after all, a classmate fight will be over, and jokes will be over."

Zhang Zichao shook Ye Xiaoqian's hand and said coldly: "You said I'm brainless? Haha, okay! Waiter, pay!"

The waiter, wearing a suit, came over.

"Buy your own ones today!" Zhang Zichao shook his suit and looked over with a very tasteless look. He wanted to see how some students who didn't have money to eat for free. "If you want to have a tycoon meal, you can do it yourself!"

Some of the classmates who had originally agreed to treat Zhang Zichao but didn't bring much money with him were so scared that they were so scared that they were about to call and ask their family to send money.

The waiter smiled and said, "Sir, the gentleman named Zhong has paid the bill and settled it. This is the document. Mr. Zhong, please keep it."

Zhong Yue was holding the documents, three tables, a total of more than 6,000 receipts, which was also a little suspicious.

I didn't pay it myself.

I saw a ghost, was it Mr. Cheng who paid for it?

Everyone looked at Zhong Yue. The Zhong Yue who used to be able to read only in their eyes has long changed.

Calligraphy, painting, family background, cultivation, and financial resources.

this……

All this can be changed in a short period of time?

Or is it that this kid Zhong Yue was too low-key in three years of high school that no one noticed this?

This meal is no longer interesting until now.

A rat shit broke a pot of porridge.

"That, Zhong Yue, squad leader, I'll leave first."

"Oh, my family has something to do, and I'm leaving."

When a group of people saw that Zhong Yue had already paid the bill, the atmosphere was so awkward that they all left one after another. Zhong Yue also felt that it was meaningless, so they got up and left. Ye Xiaoqian walked out of the door of the box, chased after him, and said, "Zhong Yue, I'm really sorry. Zichao may have overdone today."

"It's okay. Just have fun together with classmates."

"Don't mind. Zichao is really drunk today. I said we will pay for it, but I asked you to pay. When the emperor wakes up tomorrow, I will ask him to give you the money."

Zhong Yue smiled and said, "Forget it. He is drunk too much. You go in and take care of him, and I'll leave first."

Ye Xiaoqian wanted to say something else, but Zhong Yue had already walked towards the elevator entrance. Looking at the back, the person he once loved was so outstanding and elegant no matter when he was. Unfortunately, he could not fall in love in his most simple student days, and now he has no chance. Reality made her look back, turn around and walk into the private room to take care of Zhang Zichao who kept drinking.

"You said, what kind of dude is this guy pretending to be? Is he rich? He is handsome? Why do you have to go against me one by one!"

"Stop making trouble, Achao, you're drunk..."

"I'm not drunk! Bastard!"

“…”

...

...

The air on the street was fresh, and Zhong Yue drank some wine and became a little more awake.

If Lao Cheng and the others were not going to come here, he wouldn't be too lazy to come here. And the stupidity of being drunk is so funny.

Just this receipt...

Zhong Yue picked up the bill in his hand and frowned, "Who bought the bill?"

"This kind of boring party must be a headache, right?"

Zhong Yue looked to the side, "Did you buy the order?"

"Century City is grandpa's property. Do you think I need to pay for it?"

“…”

Zhong Yue thought about it and asked, "When your grandfather was going to Yuanhua Hotel for his birthday?"

"The old man is nostalgic." Huang Youwei walked over. At night, she was more like a ghost, a ghost without temperature. "Stand up and chat?"

Zhong Yue looked over and saw the coffee shop on the corner of the street and said, "Please."

Going to the island coffee, you will be in the ancient pond along the street.

Both sides of the street are floor-to-ceiling windows, and retro wall-mounted street lights have a unique beauty. This is Zhong Yue’s opinion, the only stylish place on the streets in the county, and it is also a place where many young couples like to come to talk about love.

The store is not as crowded as Starbucks, with dark green soft leather sofas and marble bars, and the seats are divided into private spaces. No wonder so many couples like to come here to spend time.

Zhong Yue chose a seat by the window and sat down with Huang Youwei.

When Dexuanzhai came out, Zhong Yue asked Pang Jun to accept the three thousand dollars and only brought seven thousand dollars. Now the money has not yet been heated up. Seeing the consumption amount of more than 6,000 on the bill, he had to bleed again...

"You count, six thousand six, don't need to find it."

Huang Youwei stared at Zhong Yue, "I said, you don't need to pay."

"You don't need it, it has nothing to do with me." Even if Zhong Yue takes advantage of this, he will not feel comfortable. Huang Youwei is obviously helping him. If he accepts it happily, he will have to pay back the favor, which will be a big loss because of a small loss.

Zhong Yue always kept the words of Zhang Laifu and Li Deming in his heart, and Huang Sanli stayed away from him.

Since you don’t want to get too involved, you must first not take advantage of the Huang family.

"This is what you deserve. Grandpa has been very happy recently, so I'm helping you with such a trivial thing, and nothing is there."

Zhong Yue drank the coffee he had just brought, and he had already sobered up most of the wine. He hadn't drunk too much, but he was a little dizzy under the influence of the atmosphere in the private room.

"Oh. Tell Mr. Huang, don't go to Xiaohe Mountain soon."

"Why?"

"I'm going to leave for East China Academy of Fine Arts, so I'm not at home. It's a waste of time to go there."

"That's how..." Huang Youwei's face was a little disappointed.

Zhong Yue had drunk more than half of the coffee in the cup. Usually this was the right time for him to get up and leave. If he didn't drink it in a sip, he always seemed a little perfunctory. "If there was nothing else, I'll leave first. You have collected the money. Take such a big stack of money, be careful when walking on the night road." However, when he turned his head, Yu Guang accidentally glanced at the shore of the ancient pond outside the window and was smoking in a car. He knew that he had said nothing.

Huang Youwei pushed the money back.

"Then you can help me draw a picture, it's a reward."

"draw?"

"Yeah." Huang Youwei took out a yellowed photo from the camel wallet and "draw this person."

Zhong Yue frowned, "I'm so embarrassed. I don't know any other paintings except fine-brushed landscape paintings. Miss Huang asks Gao Ming."

The music in the cafe is melodious, Zhong Yue pushes the door and leaves...

Huang Youwei was left behind and looked at her leaving back in confusion.

"Is it because of the man's pitiful self-esteem?"
Chapter completed!