"Master Wu, let's not talk about these useless things."
Chen asked, "Are you one of Mengchen's admirers? Did you pick her up from school today? "
"I asked her, but she said that she had something to do. She didn't let me go." Wu said.
"Hehe … Do you know what she went to do?" Chen grinned and said.
"I don't know." Wu shook his head and asked, "Do you know?"
"Of course."
Chen pointed at his head and said, "She brought me to get a haircut. This is my hairstyle. Her personal stylist did it for me."
"Hehe, keep bragging. Mengchen's personal stylist is not an ordinary person. Even I can't get one. "Wu pouted. He did not believe Chen at all.
"You don't believe me? Take a look at this. "Chen took out a business card and handed it to Wu.
"This … This is Miranda's business card. Did Mengchen really bring you to get a haircut? How is that even possible? "Wu was stunned.
"Not only a haircut, she also bought me this suit."
Chen laughed mockingly and said, "I can't believe that this suit costs eighty thousand yuan! I told her not to buy it, but she insisted on giving it to me. I had no choice but to accept it. "
"Erm …"
Wu's expression froze. His heart felt like it had been hit a million times harder. He was one last drop of blood away from dying.
But, Chen immediately gave him another stab in the back, "Oh right, Master Wu, did Mengchen give you any gifts?"
"No … No …"
First blood! Wu Junfan was dead!
His handsome face contorted, and an urge to vomit blood surged in his chest.
"Master Wu, it seems like you are overconfident."
Chen said seriously, "I admit that I'm not as good as you when it comes to family background. But, I think I'm better than you when it comes to temperament, body, and looks. Mengchen's choice is the best proof of that. "
"I …" Wu Junfan had a pained expression on his face, but he was speechless. His cheeks were burning hot. He was the most handsome man in Green Vine City! He was actually defeated by this brat!
Chen looked at him mockingly and laughed evilly in his heart. I'm not trying to pick on anyone, but when it comes to acting tough and slapping faces, everyone here is trash!
"Young Master Wu! What are you doing? Why is your face green? "At this time, a familiar voice came from afar.
A group of young rich second-generation heirs walked over.
The one who spoke was Wenfeng, who was walking at the front.
"Oh, nothing."
Wu Junfan was a cultured person. He composed himself and introduced, "Young Master Feng, come and meet your new friends. Let me introduce you …"
"Hmm?"
Wenfeng and Chen were enemies. When they saw each other, their eyes were filled with hatred. He said disdainfully, "You don't have to introduce me. I wouldn't remember a piece of trash like him even if you did."
The rich second generations around them were all Wenfeng's followers, and they immediately mocked and ridiculed him.
"How did this little tramp get in here? He's not even in our circle. "
"Look at how pretentious he is. Did he rent this suit?"
"Quick, call the security. If he's not on the guest list, chase him away. Staying here will only spoil everyone's appetite!"
The few of them took turns to humiliate Chen.
"Chen is my guest. The rest of you, on the other hand, since you're here to freeload with Wenfeng, you better behave yourself. Otherwise, get out!"
Just then, Lan Mengcheng walked over.
She wore a long purple dress. Her hair was tied up, revealing her jade-like neck. She looked very intellectual.
Her voice was cold and domineering. She had the demeanor of a queen!
"Ms. Lan …"
The rich second generations' hearts tightened. They were like mice that had seen a cat. They immediately shut their mouths, not daring to breathe.
"Lan, you're here …"
Wenfeng, on the other hand, had an infatuated look on his face as he stared at Lan Mengcheng's alluring figure.
Lan ignored him, walked to Chen and said, "Xiaobei, let's go."
"Mengchen, I …" Wu Junfan wanted to say something.
Lan Mengcheng cut him off. "What about you? I always thought that you were a good person. You did not help Chen when he was being bullied. I'm very disappointed in you! "
After that, she grabbed Chen's wrist and left with him.
"I …"
Wu was stunned. Tears started to roll down his cheeks.
He had not spoken more than ten sentences to Chen. It was normal that Chen did not want to help.
Moreover, before he could help, Lan had already rushed out. There was no chance for him to help.
Wu felt wronged. His heart was filled with bitterness …
The faces of the surrounding people were also filled with shock and bolded letters!
"Who the hell is that Chen kid? Why is Ms. Lan so protective of him? "
"And Lan even dragged him into the house. What's the meaning of this?"
"Motherf * cker! Wu Junfan and I did not even lay a finger on Mengchen! How dare that bastard! "Wenfeng gritted his teeth in anger. He really wanted to fight Chen to the death.
On the other side.
Lan brought Chen to a big house.
"Why did you bring me here?" Chen asked curiously.
"My grandma is in there." Lan said.
"Oh, it's my duty to greet the birthday girl." Chen quickly straightened his clothes and tidied his hair. He was very serious.
"Don't rush."
Lan bit her lips and hesitated for a while. Then, she said in a deep voice, "I want you to look at my grandma's physiognomy."
"Why?" Chen was startled.
"My grandma's health has always been good. But, not long ago, her Qi suddenly became weak. After she went to the hospital for a checkup, the doctor said that everything was normal … "Lan said.
"Science can't find the cause. So, you want to try metaphysics?" Chen understood what she meant.
"Yes. I hope you can help me." Lan nodded.
"No problem. Leave it to me. I will make sure that everything is done for you." Chen grinned.
Then, the two of them walked into the house.
The house was designed in a Chinese style. All the furniture was made of sandalwood.
There was a screen at the entrance. In the middle of the house, there was a brass incense burner. The incense smelled good.
When he stepped into the house, he felt like he had traveled to ancient times.
Chen was a little surprised. But, he did not make a fuss. Lan had told him that her grandma liked antique furniture.
"Is Mengcheng here?"
Lan Mengcheng's grandmother was resting on a lounge chair with her eyes closed. When she heard the commotion, she sat up slowly.
She was over eighty years old. Just like what Lan said, her Qi was weak. Her body was thin. It was as if she had not eaten for a long time.
"Grandma, this is my friend Chen. He came to congratulate you on your birthday." Lan said.
"Grandma! I wish you good fortune and a long life! "Chen smiled and bowed to the old lady.
"Good boy. Good boy. Get up. Don't be shy." The grandma smiled kindly, but her voice was weak.
"Eh?!"
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