Rebirth of the Urban Immortal Emperor

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

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 secretly met with some young men and young masters, most of the male classmates only regarded her as the object of wet dreams. rather than a marriage partner.

Men all want to sleep with her, but few have the idea of ​​being with her for the rest of their lives, because everyone feels that she is not safe, and if they really get together, they will definitely become a cuckold.

Ye Zhimei has been silently enduring this kind of grievance. There is no defense and no defense.

"Why."

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

This kind of party made her feel like she was a commodity, being exhibited by her father, and she would be sold to whoever paid the most.

At this time, she wished that someone she liked could stand beside him and say to everyone: "I'm sorry, she is mine, you have no chance."

Unfortunately, this is just a wish. The only thing she can dream about is that the rich young master she meets in the future should not be so bad! Even if it sucks, it's okay, as long as he's a little nicer to her.

Treating her a little better is the only extravagant thing in her heart.

"that……"

Just when Ye Zhimei was feeling hesitant and melancholy, Zhang Yifeng's voice came again. I don't know when Zhang Yifeng left and returned again.

Zhang Yifeng's voice startled Ye Zhimei, who was thinking complicatedly.

"I'm sorry for scaring you. I thought you heard my footsteps, but you seemed to be deep in thought, so I had to remind you."

Zhang Yifeng's voice is no longer as cold as it was at first, because from just now to now, Ye Zhimei's expression has been noticed by her.

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

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

"There is one thing. Well, can you give me an extra hundred yuan? Just treat it as a loan."

Ye Zhimei didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She looked at Zhang Yifeng and said, "You want a hundred yuan? Are you very short of money?"

Zhang Yifeng didn't feel embarrassed at all, and nodded lightly and said: "I am indeed short of money. I did the math and found that there is still a little money left. I can collect enough money for the tickets."

Ye Zhimei said coldly: "Am I familiar with you? Why should I lend you a hundred yuan? Moreover, we have already settled everything."

Zhang Yifeng was a little embarrassed. One hundred yuan was not much, but he really didn't know who to borrow it from. He didn't plan to borrow it from He Yajiao. He was probably angry and wouldn't borrow it. Even if he borrowed it, he wouldn't look good. The economy over Zhao Long's side is also relatively tight, because Zhao Long's monthly living expenses are only 600 yuan!

Who can believe that the living expenses for college are 600 yuan a month? But this is a fact. Zhao Long's daily consumption can only be fixed at twenty yuan. Barely enough to eat, no entertainment.

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

Men should keep improving themselves!

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

"Did you encounter any difficulties? Let's talk about it and I'll see if I can solve it for you."

Zhang Yifeng spoke again.

"You will 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 now has no money or power. Going to Zhang Yifeng will cause Zhang Yifeng to be insulted.

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

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng smiled lightly and said: "There is no trouble here that I, Zhang Yifeng, can't solve. I'm curious as to what is troubling you."

"Do you really want to know? Well, let me tell you. You will shrink after listening to it. My dad asked me to attend a high-society party. His purpose was to let me find him a rich husband... "

Hearing this, Zhang Yifeng directly interrupted Ye Zhimei's words and said calmly: "You don't have to say anything, I understand. It's a trivial matter."

"Ah? Do you understand?"

Ye Zhimei was slightly startled. Zhang Yifeng understood before she finished speaking?

"Yeah, I understand. I'll just go with you. But you have to pay a little more. This is no small 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 do it the other way around."

"Don't worry, I still have this bit of vision. Please give me a hundred yuan as a deposit first, and then what is your phone number? I will call you on time at six o'clock in the afternoon."

"ah?"

Ye Zhimei was still a little confused.

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

Zhang Yifeng shrugged, without being polite at all, and took the initiative to take out a hundred yuan from Ye Zhimei's satchel.

"Okay, now give me your phone number."

"133..."

Ye Zhimei accidentally told Zhang Yifeng her phone number.

"Remember, you'll be waiting for my call at five o'clock in the afternoon."

Zhang Yifeng took the money, waved towards Ye Zhimei, then turned around and went to the dormitory.

I've got the ticket money for tonight, but I don't know how long this party will last. If it's too late, I'll go to Treasure Garden tomorrow night.

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

"When you make money, you must buy some new clothes."

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

Although Zhang Yifeng used to buy all the famous international brands, the colors were almost all colorful, which really matched his status as a second-generation ancestor. But now Zhang Yifeng doesn't like this style. He likes something simple and simple, either black or white. Any darker color is fine.

If he didn't have money now, he really wouldn't want to wear these clothes.

Zhang Yifeng originally planned to sell these clothes, but after asking around, he found that many stores did not accept such colorful clothes at all, but small suits. However, Zhang Yifeng really did not have small suits. Zhang Yifeng did not seem to like wearing them in the past. Wearing a suit, he wore this colorful and personalized outfit wherever he went. After changing his clothes, Zhang Yifeng went straight to the teaching building. He would go to "listen to" Ning Xiangyi's class later.

Zhang Yifeng has a special respect for Ning Xiangyi.

Class 3 of the Economics Department is still the class with the highest attendance rate, bar none.

When Zhang Yifeng came, He Yajiao also arrived. He Yajiao glanced at Zhang Yifeng, snorted coldly, and turned away, as if she was having a cold war with Zhang Yifeng.