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The atmosphere in the private room instantly became a little funny.

The page on Meng Xiaoyu's phone screen made everyone's eyes widen with astonishment.

"This is impossible!" The corners of Pan Jiping's eyes twitched, his heart turned into a storm.

Only high-end people can afford a Dior dress worth [-] yuan, but this person is definitely not Ling Chen!
A person with a monthly income of four figures, an ordinary office worker with a salary of less than [-] a year, how can He De get involved in such an expensive thing?
Hu Huihui also frowned.

To be honest, she was also dubious in her heart.

Giving a one-piece dress worth [-] yuan as a gift is definitely beyond the reach of ordinary people.

But no matter how she looked at it, Ling Chen didn't look like a rich man. Leaving aside his clothes, his temperament alone was far from a rich man.

Miao Xiuyuan's head was a little short-circuited.

He stared straight at Ling Chen's face, showing that he couldn't grasp the essentials no matter what.

Genuine?

Are you kidding me?

That's 10 yuan ocean!
"Xuanxuan, who is this Ling Chen? Is this your friend? Too rich? You know, the official price of Dior Dior lace hollow short-sleeved dress is as high as [-]!" Meng Xiaoyu stared at Zixuan, her eyes full It's the inquisitive eye color.

As a well-known outdoor anchor, she broadcasts live for eight hours a day, and her monthly income is only [-] to [-].

If she could get acquainted with a local tyrant like Ling Chen and introduce him to her live broadcast circle, then her monthly live broadcast income would at least double, or even double or triple.

"He's my classmate." Zi Xuan looked back at Ling Chen and said submissively.

She was also quite shocked at the moment.

In the university, everyone knew about Ling Chen's life experience. He grew up in an orphanage, and every year he had to rely on applying for a poverty bursary to barely survive.

After graduation, she didn't pay too much attention to Ling Chen, but occasionally learned about Ling Chen's current situation from her classmates.

So far, Ling Chen's salary seems to be hovering around five or six thousand. If he can afford a dress worth one hundred thousand, he won't be able to do so unless he wins the lottery.

"No way?" Meng Xiaoyu was quite surprised after hearing the words.

"A classmate will give you such an expensive gift? Today is not April Fool's Day, don't tease me!"

"Quickly tell me, is he the boyfriend you've been hiding for years? Is there a gold mine at home? How does he look?"

After hearing Meng Xiaoyu's series of questions, Zixuan only felt a headache.

"Oh, I already said I'm a classmate, what are you thinking about!"

"He's right there, you can ask him these words yourself!"

"At the scene?!" Meng Xiaoyu covered her mouth suddenly, her eyes swept across the audience, her eyes showed a hint of astonishment.

"Who is he?"

Suddenly, a voice came.

"it's me!"

Meng Xiaoyu took a look, and saw a handsome man leaning on the sofa, with a smile that seemed to be not a smile at the corner of his mouth.

"You, you are that poisonous man in Wanhao Commercial Street?!"

Zixuan was taken aback.

Everyone was stunned.

what's the situation?
Meng Xiaoyu and Ling Chen knew each other?

"The title of poisonous tongue man sounds a bit awkward, I still prefer to hear you call me handsome." Ling Chen flicked his fingers and said with a meaningful smile.

Meng Xiaoyu rolled her eyes.

"You still have the nerve to say that if I knew you were so poisonous, I shouldn't have called you handsome in the first place. A bowl of poisonous chicken soup poisoned all the fans in the live broadcast room. I have to apologize afterwards."

While speaking, she walked up to Ling Chen, and stretched out her hand to beckon.

"give me!"

Ling Chen looked at Meng Xiaoyu with a defensive face, and said solemnly: "I sell my art but not my body, asking for my chastity is tantamount to killing me!"

"Don't think too much about it!" Meng Xiaoyu said speechlessly, with black lines all over her forehead, "Who wants your chastity, I want you to return the 200 yuan to me."

"You are too picky, didn't we agree that the 200 yuan is for labor costs?"

Meng Xiaoyu said angrily: "You are the only one who can afford a dress worth [-] yuan, which means that you are at least a rich man with an annual income of one million. How dare you come to cheat a small anchor like me, how shameless you are?"

"Who says I'm rich? In everyone's eyes, I'm just a hypocritical poor man who buys fake products to fool people." Ling Chen spread his hands and said ironically.

"Everyone, do you think so?"

Pan Jiping's face was a bit ugly.

Ling Chen's words really felt like criticizing Huai.

"You put it back on for me. Anyone can tell that this dress is genuine. If you can't, it can only be said that there is something wrong with your brain and lack of vision." Meng Xiaoyu put her hips on her hips and spoke like a gun powerful.

"If you don't give me the money, don't blame me for my petty fist and lack of eyes!"

After all, she clenched her fist and waved it, with a fierce look on her face.

"Okay, okay, I'm afraid of you." Ling Chen couldn't laugh or cry, reached into his pocket, took out two hundred yuan bills, and handed them to Meng Xiaoyu: "Take it."

Unexpectedly, Meng Xiaoyu shook her head: "I don't accept cash, you can add me on WeChat and transfer the money to me."

The corner of Ling Chen's mouth twitched.

The request of this cool mushroom is too inexplicable, isn't it?

Suddenly, he seemed to think of something, and a trace of interest flashed across his eyes.

"Miss Meng, don't you want to ask for my WeChat in the name of transferring money?"

Meng Xiaoyu's face turned red immediately, like a kitten whose tail was stepped on.

"Stop being narcissistic, I, Meng Xiaoyu, want to add someone's WeChat account, and...is it worth using this method?"

"In that case, I'll ask my friend to transfer the money to you."

"You..." Meng Xiaoyu almost strangled Ling Chen to death.

Does this straight man have to speak out all the thoughts in his heart before he is reconciled?
[Ding, the hate value from the anchor Meng Xiaoyu is +77! 】

Ling Chen secretly laughed.

Sure enough, what Meng Xiaoyu cared about was not the 200 yuan at all, she just wanted to add her WeChat account, otherwise she wouldn't accept cash.

Hey!
It's all because of his damn charm that doesn't fit anywhere!
Under everyone's strange eyes, Meng Xiaoyu finally got his wish and added to Ling Chen's WeChat.

Country name husband Ling Xiaotu.
Hmm. What a low nickname!
Hu Huihui watched this scene from the side, snorting coldly from time to time.

She couldn't be more clear about Meng Xiaoyu's thoughts, it's nothing more than she valued Ling Chen's value and wanted sugar daddy.

But think about it, the so-called female anchor, to put it bluntly, is a chicken in a coat. In order to make money, I'm afraid I don't know how many times she has been pressed on the bed and rubbed.

Now it's hard to meet a rich man like Ling Chen, and there are not many girls who can resist the temptation.

It's just that she was a little upset, why didn't Ling Chen say that he was rich, he had to pretend to be a turkey, is it interesting to pretend to be a pig and eat a tiger?

If this guy had shown up earlier, she wouldn't have let Meng Xiaoyu seize the opportunity, and with her own good looks, she would have firmly grasped Ling Chen in two or three strokes.

[Ding, the hatred value from Hu Huihui is +99! 】

"Huh?" Ling Chen's figure paused, and he cast a glance at Hu Huihui.

What's the matter with this woman?

From the private room to now, he doesn't seem to provoke Hu Huihui, right?
Then why does the other party have hatred towards themselves?
Could it be that she was envious of her 'money ability' and started to hate the rich?

"You only know that I have billions of dollars in wealth, but you don't know that I am a talented person, a person who is equal to a billion people, and a man of virtue!" Ling Chen sighed, feeling as if he was overwhelmed by money.

Looking at the time, I found that it was already five o'clock in the afternoon, and I stayed in the private room for almost 15 minutes.

Thinking that Fu Miaozhu was still waiting for him in the lobby, Ling Chen thought for a while, stood up and said: "Zi Xuan, I still have something to do, so I'll go first, I wish you a good time."

"no!"

As soon as the words fell, Meng Xiaoyu and Hu Huihui said almost in unison.

Meng Xiaoyu wanted to know more about Ling Chen.

But Hu Huihui wanted to catch up with Ling Chen.

If Ling Chen leaves now, it will be very difficult to meet again in the future.

Everyone looked at the two women with strange expressions on their faces.

"Why not?" Ling Chen asked in confusion.

Meng Xiaoyu said far-fetchedly: "Today is Xuanxuan's birthday. As his classmate, you left within half an hour after arriving. It's too impolite. At least you should stay longer!"

"That's right." Hu Huihui quickly agreed.

"Well, everyone, let's sing, Xuanxuan's birthday, how can we miss the singing part!"

The two girls sang together, and with Zi Xuan begging to stay, Ling Chen could only sit down and sent Fu Miaozhu a message, asking her to wait for a few more minutes.

During the following singing period, many people surrounded Ling Chen intentionally or unintentionally, chatting without a word.

As for Pan Jiping, basically no one cares about it.

After all, compared to the 1 dress that Ling Chen gave, his [-] bag seemed insignificant.

Maybe it was because no one flattered him, or maybe it was because he was jealous of Ling Chen being surrounded by others, Pan Jiping gritted his teeth, as if he had made up his mind.

He picked up the microphone and coughed a few times.

"Everyone, why don't we go to the private room of Zunhuang KTV's recording studio?"

A skinny boy frowned and said, "The private rooms of Zunhuang KTV's recording studio are very expensive. I accompanied a client once before, and it cost tens of thousands of yuan to stay in the lowest-level bronze recording studio's private room for an hour."

"I've heard of it too, but the environment in the private room of the recording studio is very good. It's several times larger than this ordinary private room. There is a professional recording studio with complete equipment. Many third- and fourth-tier singers often come here to record songs." Another A boy wearing glasses nodded.

"The most important thing is that if you want to enter the private room of the recording studio, you must have a pass card, which is very difficult for ordinary people to get!"

"It's okay, the consumption is on my head." Pan Jiping smiled.

"I happen to have a golden pass card in my hand, and I can go to the private room of the golden recording studio to play."

While speaking, he took out a golden card, under the light, the color was dazzling