"Is what you said true? Are you really classmates?"
The guard still did not quite believe Xu Cong's words and asked with a suspicious expression.
"How about this? I'll contact her and see what she has to say.”
Xu Cong was helpless. It was irrational to compete with a guard. Besides, he didn't have to. He was pressed for time.
Hence, he opened the prestige group and sent a message to Xia Wan He alone.
The result showed that he was busy. If there was anything, please leave a message.
Xu Cong had no choice but to pass the information to the guard. The doubt on the latter's face finally dissipated.
Xu Cong struck while the iron was hot. He took out a box of cigarettes and handed it to the guard. He smiled and said,"Big Brother, I'll have to trouble you. Send this gift to Villa No. 9. Tell her that it's from her classmate, Xu Cong.”
"I still have something to do at home, so I won't go in.”
The guard hesitated for a moment before taking the cigarette from Xu Cong and putting it in his pocket. Then, he said,"Alright then, I'll give you the gift. I hope you won't lie to me.”
Xu Cong cupped his fists and thanked him before taking a taxi back.
In this kind of high-end villa area, there were three people on duty. The people living inside were either rich or noble, and the quality of the security guards was also very high.
Therefore, under normal circumstances, they really didn't dare to confiscate the owner's things.
Once they were investigated, they might be sued.
Fortunately, Villa No. 9 was not far from the door. It was only about 100 meters long. The guard greeted his companion and walked in with Xu Cong's gift.
Not long after, he arrived at the entrance of Villa Number 9's courtyard and rang the doorbell.
The doorbell rang a few times, and footsteps came from the hall. Then, a tall, beautiful young woman with exquisite makeup and fashionable clothes walked out.
"Hello, what's the matter?"
This woman was Xu Cong's university classmate, Xia Wanhe. She was decorating the venue for the birthday party with a few classmates.
Moreover, more than half of the students in the group had already arrived. Only a few people had not arrived yet.
However, she didn't care. How many people could come was her pride. After all, the world wasn't peaceful now. Many people tried their best to reduce the number of times they went out.
"Oh, there's a person called Xu Cong. He said that he's your classmate. He asked me to give this gift to you. He said that it's your birthday present.”
The security guard was stunned by Xia Wanhe's beauty. After hearing the other party's question, he recovered and quickly took out the wooden box in his hand.
"Xu Cong? Why didn't he come in?"
Xia Wan He said as she handed over the gift.
"He sent you a message, but no one replied. You know the rules here. Without the consent of the owner, strangers are not allowed to enter the neighborhood at will.”
"Moreover, from the looks of it, that young man seems to have something urgent to deal with.”
"That's why I didn't ask him to stay."
the security guard explained.
"Oh, alright, it's fine. You can go and do your work.”
"Oh right, it's my birthday today. Since you're here, it can be considered fate. Since Xu Cong didn't come, I'll give you his cake.”
Xia Wanhe said and hurriedly ran in.
The security guard was stunned and stood awkwardly on the spot, not knowing what to do.
He had received a box of cigarettes from Xu Cong that cost tens of yuan. Now, he had to eat the cake that should have belonged to him. His face could not help but feel a little hot.
After a while, Xia Wan He came out with a cake and handed it to the security guard. She smiled sweetly and said,"Thank you for giving me Xu Cong's gift.”
The security guard quickly waved his hand and smiled foolishly." It's fine. Hehe, it's fine. This is what we should do."”
"Then, if there's nothing else, I'll go back first?”
Xia Wanhe nodded,"No, goodbye."”
Then, Xia Wanhe ran into the room.
As soon as she entered the room, a few of her best friends and classmates jumped up and surrounded her, pulling her hand to play.
This birthday party lasted for a few hours. When the sky was about to turn dark, many students went home one after another, leaving only a few good friends behind. They planned to spend the night here.
The moonlight was just beginning to shine. At around ten o'clock in the evening, Xia Wan He and her best friends had just finished showering and sat on the bed to open the presents together.
The biggest surprise and the most anticipated part of a birthday celebration was opening the presents.
He wanted to see what his classmates had given him.
Although with Xia Wanhe's status, she didn't care much about money, she was still looking forward to the gifts from her classmates.
No matter how expensive it was, she liked it very much.
After all, the fact that her classmates could send gifts meant that she was quite popular among them.
"Hey, I know this blue gift box. It's Zhang Shao's. When he was in university, he chased Xiaxia for four years without giving up.”
"Zhang Shao's family seems to be in the clothing business, with assets of tens of millions. His gift definitely won't be shabby!”
As her friends spoke, they opened a blue gift box and saw a lipstick lying quietly inside.
Everyone recognized this brand. It was a world-renowned luxury brand worth 100,000 yuan!
Those close friends were extremely envious. However, Xia Wan He smiled and shook her head, not taking it seriously at all.
Those who gave her lipstick usually had bad intentions, so she would not use it.
"Alright, if any of you like it, I'll give it to her. This is called borrowing flowers to offer Buddha!”
Xia Wanhe saw through her best friends 'thoughts and said with a smile.
"Really? Then it would be impolite of me to refuse!"
A girl named Zhao Wen hurriedly put the lipstick into her pocket and shouted,"Quick, look at the other gifts. I remember that this was sent by Zhang Peng. His family is in the real estate industry and is also rich.”
After her interruption, the other women indeed shifted their gazes and opened another gift box.
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