A kiss becomes addiction: Mr.Shi, kiss gently

"Are you okay?"

Looking at Li Zimeng who finally appeared in his class.

Shang Ruan seldom spoke kindly and cared.

"What do you say!"

A look is too lazy to give her Shang Ruan.

The tearful mood in the morning was finally persuaded by his own self hypnosis, but when he saw Shang Ruan Ruan's face, his heart was sad again.

"All right. The old does not go, the new does not come. "

He grabbed Li Zimeng's shoulder and signaled her to be more open. Everything has two sides.

She Li Zimeng had been struggling with how to deal with the invitation. Now, the trouble that had plagued her Li Zimeng for a long time is gone. Isn't this a happy thing?

"Oh, the old don't go, the new don't come?"

He gave her a disdainful look directly.

"Do you know how exaggerated the invitation is now in school? Three thousand yuan has caught up with the star's concert tickets."

Although three thousand is nothing to her, it is nothing to Li Zimeng.

"Three thousand?"

Shang Ruan's voice suddenly exceeded dozens of decibels.

Are you sure it's not three yuan, not thirty yuan, but three thousand yuan?

In Shang Ruan's unbelievable expression, Li Zimeng nodded.

She just knew.

And this is not the point. Three thousand is the general invitation price. The invitation in your hand is a VIP ticket. That's a high-level invitation that can interact closely with Gu Mingyu!

If it is sold to senior fans backed by Gu Mingyu, 30000 yuan is absolutely no problem. After all, the students here, especially the so-called fan group, are not bad for money.

She still doesn't know how bad she is. She Li Zimeng spent 5000 yuan to buy it at a high price from others. If she really doesn't go, she can sell tens of thousands of pieces. Now, these tens of thousands of pieces are completely ruined.

"Mengmeng, I'm wrong. You're right. I really lose my family."

He looked at Li Zimeng with a regretful expression.

If it was once Shang Ruan, thousands of dollars would not be seen at all. After all, thousands of dollars would not equal the value of a pendant on his bag.

But for Shang Ruan now, a dime is money.

Her heart is bleeding now.

Looking at Shang Ruan Ruan's face more sad than he had in the morning, Li Zimeng swallowed back the words that he wanted to say the real value of the invitation in his hand.

When did she regard money so much as her life?

"Forget it, as you said, the old don't go, the new don't come, and I don't have to think too much about it without an invitation."

Now that she has become her, Li Zimeng comforts her Shang Ruan.

"Mengmeng, is the fragment of the invitation I gave you still there?"

He hurriedly asked Li Zimeng about his endless in the morning and returned all the fragments of the invitation to her.

"What are you doing?"

She looked at Shang Ruan suspiciously. It's so far. Why did she ask?

"I'll see if I can re stick it and see if I can sell it for a thousand."

Although a thousand is a little less than three thousand, it's not better than a dime.

Shang Ruan's words made Li Zimeng's mouth twitch.

If you didn't know her, people who didn't know her thought she was short of money!

She said this to Ruan Ruan, who wanted to stick it up again and sell it.

What Li Zimeng doesn't know is that she is really short of money now.