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Even though the spare tires had been licking their boots, none of them had been able to successfully level up their boyfriends.
Now that they had not seen each other for many years, Mo Jing subconsciously looked behind Song Zixuan.
This was the Goddess of Wind and Cloud in the school back then. What was the current Bei Tai like?
"There's no one else. I came alone!”
Song Zixuan understood the meaning of silence and took the initiative to say.
" Are you alone too?" After the two of them sat down, Song Zixuan looked at her university classmate with a burning gaze." You seem to be waiting for someone!"”
"That's right, I'm waiting for someone!" Silent Disaster looked at him with interest.
"Ah, then will I disturb you if I come over so boldly? I'll come back first!"
Song Zixuan's lips parted slightly as her small hands swayed in a panic. She looked so pitiful.
You know that I'm waiting for someone, but you still came over to disturb me. We're so familiar with each other. Can I think that you're flirting with me?
Song Zixuan looked like she was about to stand up from the sofa.
Mo Jing waved her hand.
"No need, I was waiting for you!"
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In the night watchman bar, Silent Disaster, who had a V6 booth and no female companion, was the rich man in the eyes of most bar girls.
They were all waiting for an opportunity to make a move.
In Silent Mo's eyes, he was also fishing. Of course, he didn't want to hook any fish. At the very least, those with heavy makeup and coquettish looks wouldn't enter Silent Mo's eyes.
Song Zixuan's looks and figure were top-notch, so she met the requirements.
"You were waiting for me?" Song Zixuan looked at the other party in confusion, then she understood the meaning of silence.
So he came to the bar alone to flirt with girls.
And this old classmate of his had delivered himself to his doorstep!
Are you flirting with me?"
Song Zixuan probed.
"Why? Can't I?" Mo Jing looked at her old classmate with a scrutinizing gaze. A faint smile appeared on her face. It was indifferent and calm.
For a beautiful woman like Song Zixuan, if something could happen, Mo Jing would naturally be happy to see it. As expected, she still looked down on him. He would pass and change his target.
It wasn't a blind date or a relationship. In a bar like this, everyone knew that it was better to be direct.
If it was the silence of a salesperson, he would definitely not be so calm when he met a school belle.
With the system, his mentality was completely different.
It was still the same saying, a rich man was full of courage.
"Why did this Silent One change so much?!”
When she was studying, Song Zixuan remembered that although Silent was good-looking, he was poor.
Why did it change so much now?
He was still the same person, but his spirit was completely different. He was confident and a little domineering.
Song Zixuan naturally knew the price of the V6 booth. The price of 68888 was not something that ordinary people could afford. This was Song Zixuan's salary for two to three months.
Even she did not have many opportunities to sit in the best booth in a high-end bar like the night watchman.
How did Mo Jing become so rich?
Could it be that Silent was originally a rich second-generation heir? Why had he never revealed his identity before?
"Lamborghini!"
Song Zixuan, who was filled with questions about Mo Jing, glanced at the car keys on the table and her pupils dilated.
"It can't be fake, right?"
Then, Song Zixuan dismissed this thought. The V6 booth could not be faked. From the calm expression and behavior of the other party, Song Zixuan was 80% sure that this was the real Lamborghini key.
"Then buy me two drinks!"
Song Zixuan's answer was a tacit agreement that Mo Jing could flirt with her. It could also be considered a test of Silent Disaster.
Whether he was really a rich second-generation heir or not, she would know by looking at the wine he ordered.
For a materialistic woman like Song Zixuan, she naturally did not mind flirting with this super rich old classmate of hers.
As for whether she could win him over, it was up to her.
With her perfect spare tire technique, she felt that she was invincible from the start.
Even though Song Zixuan had many backup plans, backup plans had their own requirements. It wasn't just money.
Those who were too old, had a big belly, and looked too shabby did not meet the requirements.
Song Zixuan was a woman with a strong desire to spend. She was a so-called shopaholic. Her monthly expenses were at least 40 to 50 thousand.
They were all wearing branded bags, branded clothes, and branded watches.
With her salary, she naturally did not have the ability to do so. However, Song Zixuan had plenty of spare tires. Every holiday, she would receive countless red packets from her spare tires.
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