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Chapter 1548 Yang Cheng’s hostility!
When a few people were having dinner, Xie Qiao left with the excuse of going to the bathroom, but she was actually taking her small purse to pay the bill, but soon came back with a pout on her face.

"What's wrong, Qiao Qiao?" He Xiaozhou hurriedly asked with concern.

Xie Qiao's face was full of displeasure. As soon as he sat down, he took out money: "Brother Mingfan, didn't I say it was my treat? Why did you pay the bill in advance? I'll give you the total amount!"

"Shut up, you still have to spend money to be with me? If you eat a meal together, you will have to eat dirt this month!" Wu Mingfan stopped her.

Then, in order to save Xie Qiao's face, he smiled and said, "We'll talk about it after you get a job. By then, I'll make you bleed a lot of money based on two months' salary!"

"That's right, Brother Mingfan is right. He is a wealthy man, so why would he care about these little things? You know, he was all that in Hong Kong before..."

"Ahem!" Wu Mingfan interrupted Qin Chuan quickly. This kid was never so talkative before, but why did he lose his temper when he met Xie Qiao?

Can some things be said casually?

Looking at his threatening eyes, Qin Chuan instantly realized that something was wrong and understood that he almost let the cat out of the bag just now.

"Well...he has money anyway!"

“Well… okay then~” Since they were all childhood friends, Xie Qiao didn’t insist on continuing to eat.

The four of them didn't drink much. Except for the depressed Qin Chuan who drank more than two bottles, the remaining three people just had one glass.

After dinner, Xie Qiao looked at Qin Chuan and said, "Then I'll go back to school first!"

"Let's go together~" He Xiaozhou was also preparing to go back to school.

"Brother Mingfan, aren't you going back?"

"I'm going to go back home. The dormitory has been too noisy these past two days and I can't sleep well at all!"

"Oh~" Xie Qiao and He Xiaozhou left.

Qin Chuan, who was smiling now, saw the two people's backs getting farther and farther away, and the expression on his face became bitter. Then he soon encountered a serious problem. He ran back secretly this time, and if he dared to go home, he would definitely be in trouble.

Moreover, he is short of money now. The pocket money he had saved for half a year was all taken away by his sister. He even borrowed money to buy the plane ticket back to Beijing. Now he can be said to have even less money in his pocket than in his face.

"Tear~" I shuddered at the thought of this. I can't sleep on the streets.

I accidentally saw Wu Mingfan, my eyes rolled around and I instantly remembered what he had just said.

"Then... Brother Mingfan, can you give me a favor?"

"Do you want to stay at my place?" Wu Mingfan glanced at him.

"How do you know?"

"Nonsense, you always have this expression every time you have no money in your pocket~"

"Hehehe!" Qin Chuan blinked his big eyes and looked flattering.

"Let's go~"

There's nothing wrong with helping each other, and Wu Mingfan wasn't interested in digging into the matter, although he was somewhat curious because he had received a call from a friend two days ago. Logically speaking, Qin Chuan shouldn't be so destitute since he had borrowed money from him.

Even if you throw out the money for round-trip airfare, and the remaining money makes it impossible to afford a five-star hotel, an ordinary one should be fine.

"Hey!"

Qin Chuan hurriedly followed, but as he walked, he found something wrong.

I leaned over and asked, "Brother Mingfan, I think I'm going to Tsinghua or Peking University, can you squeeze me into your dormitory?"

"What are you thinking about? I'm going back to school to get the car. I'm walking two kilometers to my home~"

When he saw the Mercedes-Benz in the parking lot, Qin Chuan showed almost no surprise, because he was almost used to it in Hong Kong, and even felt that a mere sixth-generation Mercedes-Benz was not worthy of Brother Mingfan.

In Hong Kong, it's always a Ferrari, a Lamborghini, and at the very least a Porsche 911. He has seen a lot of the world with this one.

He put the luggage in the trunk, opened the passenger door and got in: "Brother Mingfan, don't you like driving sports cars?"

"My grandpa said to keep a low profile!"

"Oh~"

"Boom!" The car drove away from the school. When they got home, they pointed to the guest room and said, "Chuanzi, you can stay in this room. The sheets and quilts are all new, and there are disposable toiletries in the bathroom!"

"Go to bed early, and think about what I told you today. Some things can't be delayed!"

"Hmm~" Qin Chuan nodded thoughtfully.

……

The next day, when Wu Mingfan got up, he yawned with his messy hair and glanced towards the guest room out of habit, only to find that Qin Chuan had gotten up and left early.

When we arrived at the restaurant, there was breakfast on the table. No doubt it was bought by Qin Chuan. After eating, he packed up the garbage and went downstairs. He also called his grandparents and mother in the car.

After reporting that I was safe, I put the phone in my pocket and was about to turn the key to start the engine when the phone rang.

"Hey, Chuanzi!"

"Brother Mingfan, I forgot to bring the gift I gave Qiao Qiao to your house. Can you bring it to my house on your way to school?"

"Okay, where are you?"

"Just help me give it to Qiao Qiao, I'm going to do something with my friends~"

In fact, he was looking for a friend to do something, and he was just downstairs of Xie Qiao’s dormitory, but Qin Chuan was embarrassed to give it to him.

After hanging up the phone, Wu Mingfan had no choice but to get out of the car and go back upstairs to the guest room to get his things. On the desk was a Nokia mobile phone box. He finally understood why this guy was staying there for free.

He shook his head helplessly: "This Qin Chuan is simply hopeless. He is almost penniless, but he is very generous to Qiao Qiao~"

I drove to the girls' dormitory building and before I even took two steps after getting out of the car, I heard a "roar" sound. I turned around and saw a flashy yellow sports car driving towards me not far away.

A man and a woman got off the car. The man looked quite handsome, with a fine appearance, but his eyebrows revealed a certain unruly look. It was obvious that he was either rich or noble.

The girl wore a simple light-colored dress and had neat short hair and thin bangs, which made her look very elegant.

Wu Mingfan had already guessed who the other person was, because the girl was Wang Ying, and the boy who could drive such a cool sports car in the city must be Yang Cheng.

She chose to ignore him and greeted Wang Ying with a smile: "Hello!"

"Is this Senior Wu? Are you here to look for Xie Qiao?"

"Well, is she in the dormitory?"

Yang Cheng felt a little uncomfortable watching the two people chatting. He had never been ignored since he was a child, and as a man, he felt an inexplicable danger with his sixth sense.

He took a step forward and looked him up and down, his eyes full of arrogance. Finally, his eyes stopped on the Mercedes-Benz behind Wu Mingfan, and he felt even more contemptuous in his heart!
What's the point of pretending with a broken Mercedes?

Nowadays young people all drive sports cars!

With a look of superiority, he said, "Dude, your car...is not good enough~"

As a childhood friend, Wang Ying was afraid of any conflict: "Yang Cheng, what are you doing?"

Seeing that this kid was full of hostility, if it were according to his original temper, this little brat would have to be taught a lesson. Wu Mingfan has never been a parent who spoils his children, but in order to leave a good impression in front of Wang Ying.

Endure it!

Ignore him and get ready to leave.

As a result, Yang Cheng thought that the other party was afraid and looked down on him in his heart.

"Tsk!" He curled his lips.

"Wang Ying, don't bother with him anymore. What's so great about driving this broken Mercedes-Benz~"

"Hey!" Wu Mingfan turned around and said calmly, "I said you're not done yet, are you?"

"Does a Camaro make you feel so superior?"

"You..." As a second-generation rich man, Yang Cheng couldn't stand this the most. He rolled up his sleeves and was about to go up to argue.

To be continued...

(End of this chapter)