Rhapsody Reborn

"Tsk, tsk, Miss Shen wants to invite us to rb. Air tickets for so many people are not a joke." Zhao Bin couldn't help but taunted.

Shen Molan raised his eyebrows and threw out a gold card with a "pop" sound.

"Hmph, since when did I say such big things? No matter how many of you go, I will cover all the air tickets!"

Fang Yu was about to say something funny when the phone rang. He picked it up and saw that it was the fat guy calling.

"Huh? Boss Bao, why are you calling me? Didn't you go to the Maldives for vacation? Oh, that's not right. How can you still use domestic phone cards in the Maldives?"

Baozi's voice sounded extremely depressed,

"Fang Yu, Yanzi ran away with someone else!"

"Huh? What the hell? Doesn't Hu Yan live with you?" He was also a little confused.

"It's all the fault of Chen Fei. As you know, I had all the money to purchase goods. He took advantage of me when I had no money to take Yanzi to eat and buy bags and other things. I originally agreed with Yanzi to go to the Maldives for vacation, but it turned out There was something wrong with the factory at home. The funds were frozen, so I couldn't go. Now it's fine. Yanzi and that Chen Fei went to the beach for vacation!" Baozi said a long paragraph in one breath.

Fang Yu understood. The fat guy was probably bragging in front of Hu Yan. Thinking about it, although the consumption in the Maldives was not high, it was not something Baozi could afford.

"Oh, so you are at home?"

"Yeah, Fang Yu, how are you doing there? I wanted to come to you to brag, but I'm in a bad mood."

Thinking that the damn fat man had been cuckolded, it was really hard for him to refuse, so he had to agree,

"Okay, that's up to you. You can come over and talk about it later."

"No problem. I'll come over in a few days. I'll stay at your place for a few days before going to class. You know I'm doing well. Someone signs in for me every day." Baozi couldn't help but pretend to be cool. .

After hanging up the phone, he shrugged at everyone,

"Everyone, the forced king has been cuckolded. He will be coming over in a few days. Please be mentally prepared."

Only Shen Molan didn't understand. Even Xia Churan had a smile on his lips.

"What are you doing? Fang Yu, are you your friend?"

Zhao Bin held back his laughter,

"Wow, you're a pretentious overlord. You know, he's handsome, his family is rich, he has a nice voice, he has tons of luxury cars, and he also has a private jet and a yacht."

Shen Molan curled her lips disdainfully,

"Come on, private jets are only for the top rich. My dad has been in business for so many years and never dared to think about it. You can buy a yacht, but a small one is boring, and a big one is unaffordable."

With the news that the steamed buns are coming, "Qingyu" has a little more smile, and even Shen Molan, who has always been bossy, feels a little warm, and pulls Xia Churan to whisper with a smile.

Early the next morning, Fang Yu took Xia Churan back to Sq. After applying for a passport, he drove back to the snack street. It only took six hours.

"Just wait, it will be sent to you in a week."

"Hey, Fang Yu, Mo Lan really wants to go to RB with us?"

"Probably, her legs are on her body, so Zhao Bin can't break her legs." He rolled his eyes.

"Actually, Mo Lan is a very nice person, frank and generous, and she is so beautiful. Why doesn't Zhao Bin like her?" The girl had a hard time figuring this out, just like she couldn't figure out why Fang Yu was still unwilling to eat her. Same.

"Little girl, don't ask around when you have nothing to do." He curled his lips. He couldn't say that Han Mengyao and others were still in middle school.

On February 20th, Baozi finally arrived at Sy, and Fang Yu went to pick him up in person. The fat man almost broke the 645ci shock absorber, which made him tremble with distress.

"Damn it, sit down gently, the car can barely hold you." He started the car with a curse.

"Oh, this is what you call being strong. When girls see me looking so handsome and in good shape, they all want to fall in love with me." Baozi seemed to be in a better mood and shook his hair proudly.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when we returned to the snack street. Xia Churan and Li Jing were already sitting at the checkout counter, chatting with Shen Molan.

"Hey, Fang Yu, you're back. Here, hot milk tea." The girl smiled and handed over the cup.

"Oh, how are you, beauties." The buns were full of energy. The three girls each had their own charms, especially Shen Molan, who had a pretty face that was as cold as ice and seemed inhumane.

"Fang Yu, is this your friend? The one with a private jet at home?" Shen Molan was not polite at all, holding her nose and pointing.

"Ah, yes, you know my high school classmates, Baozi, Xia Churan and Li Jing. This is Shen Molan, Zhao Bin's friend." Fang Yu raised his chin at Baozi.

"Fang Yu, you can do it. Now it's a tea bar. The business is getting bigger and bigger, but it's still not as big as my factory." Baozi immediately pretended to be cool.

"Classmate Baozi, what model is your private jet?" Shen Molan asked suspiciously.

Seeing the beautiful woman taking the initiative to talk to him, Baozi's broken hair flew up.

"Private jets are all the same. I use whatever the airline uses. Oh, it seems to be a Boeing."

Shen Molan became even more suspicious,

"Really? How many people can fit on your private plane?"

How could Baozi know this?

"How many people does the airline have? How many people does my family have? Let me do the math. Two hundred people can be accommodated."

Shen Molan smiled, looking a little more charming. Baozi thought he was attracted by his financial resources, so he immediately hit the snake and put it on the stick.

"Oh, beauty, you have never flown on a private jet. Next time you have a chance to go to SZ, I will take you there. I also have a yacht at home. I usually live in the garden. You know the garden, it is in ancient times.

That kind of thing.”

Shen Molan glanced at Fang Yu and Zhao Bin, and saw that both of them were suppressing laughter, and immediately understood.

"Oh, that's right. I've never flown on a 200-seat private jet. My dad's friend only bought a small one that can only seat 8 people."

"Oh, there are 8 of us. They are almost as big as the Jinbei. What's the point? If you want to sit there, just take a big plane."

Seeing everyone burst into laughter, Baozi thought they all believed it, and even stretched out his hand to reveal the "big fat white pear".

"Fang Yu, you and I are comparing our watches. I haven't worn my Patek Philippe for a long time."

Shen Molan didn't even bother to look at it this time, yawned scornfully, turned around and walked away.

"Okay, Baozi, let me tell you, you can only play here for a week. We are going to RB in early March." He waved his hand.

Baozi was stunned for a moment, then hurried up,

"Going to rb? Oh, I wanted to go too. I've already applied for my passport. You know, why don't we go together this time?"

"No, this is Miss Shen's treat. You have to ask her." Fang Yu held back his laughter and pointed at Shen Molan, who was staring at Zhao Bin.