Are you crazy?Gao Leng's school belle blocked the male dormitory to give milk tea?

"I do have a girlfriend, but I know you youngsters come and go quickly, maybe the two of you will break up after a while." Jian Jianguo said leisurely, but he didn't know what he said. After hearing these words, Jian Shurou almost fainted.

"Dad!" Jian Shurou shouted anxiously.

Jian Jianguo was taken aback: "Daughter, what's wrong?"

"The relationship between the two of them is good, and they will never break up!"

Jian Shurou said very excitedly.

Jian Jianguo was a little confused when he heard his daughter say this.

Why is your daughter so excited?
And how does she know that the relationship between the two is very good?
So he tentatively asked, "Baby, what's the matter with you?"

Jian Shurou also noticed that she had lost her composure just now, so she immediately began to make up for it: "Hey Dad, since the illustrator is not willing to sell you paintings, you should stop harassing them."

"Okay, I'll listen to you."

Jian Jianguo was afraid that he would make his daughter angry again. If the time came to sue his wife, wouldn't it be over?

I'm afraid I won't even have pocket money by then!
After Jian Jianguo hung up the phone, he switched to the Alipay chat page with the illustrator.

He managed to get Secretary Liu to find out the mobile phone number bound to the back of the illustrator's bank card just now, and now seeing this person is really reckless.

But this also further shows that this illustrator's character is very good, and young people nowadays are very impetuous.

Either they want to make a fortune overnight, or they want to find a beautiful girlfriend and take them out to save face.

Looking at it now, this illustrator can be said to be a rare person.

Thinking this way, he said, "Okay, young man, but you have to know that I am really a good person. If you sell the painting to me, you can definitely guarantee that there will be no problems in the future."

As a private buyer, he will never easily publish the works in his collection on the Internet.

This is not in line with Jian Jianguo's principles!
But there is nothing wrong with being very vigilant like an illustrator.

After all, he is now a million-level blogger, so he should take some precautions.

Duan Jia transferred the money again, expressing his position once again.

He's not an idiot, do bad guys still write that they are bad guys on their faces these days?
Duan Jia firmly believed in that sentence.

I would rather kill a hundred by mistake than let one go.

So even if this person is really a good person as he said, he must not destroy his principles just because he blindly believes in him.

"Hey, Duan Jia, I just sent my address to my male god today, when do you think my CD and autograph will arrive?"

Damn, Fatty Chen finally reminded himself.

He actually forgot!

"Uh, maybe your male god has something to do these few days so he forgot again."

Duan Jia said with a guilty conscience.

"Really? But I remember everyone said that classmate Duan is also from our school? If so, how should he send it to me?"

Duan Jia really wanted to give Fatty Chen a big hug at this moment.

How could I forget such an important thing?

What if Fatty Chen hadn't reminded himself that he really hadn't remembered about it!
Duan Jia was thinking about this matter in his mind now, and then he felt Fatty Chen's scrutinizing gaze.

"Duan Jia, tell me the truth." Fatty Chen stared into Duan Jia's eyes.

"what."

At this moment, Duan Jia felt a little guilty, because he didn't know if Fatty Chen really saw something.

"You tell me the truth."

Fatty Chen repeated it again.

Duan Jia swallowed nervously, can this fucking kid speak quickly!

"What are you trying to say?" Duan Jia said angrily.

At this moment, Duan Jia felt as if ten thousand ants were crawling in his heart.

"Do you know my male god?!" Fatty Chen said firmly.

Duan Jia: "..."

How could this kid think so?
But Duan Jia also breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

It was so dangerous, he almost thought that Fatty Chen had discovered something.

It wasn't that he was too careful, but because he stayed with Fatty Chen almost every day, maybe one day he accidentally slipped his mouth.

"Why do you think so?" Duan Jia asked back.

Fatty Chen immediately activated the Conan mode, and he said confidently, "First of all, both of you are surnamed Duan."

Duan Jia was ashamed.

It's purely a bug for this problem.

At that time, he didn't expect to become popular so suddenly, so he just named it randomly. If he could go back to the past, he must educate himself when he was young and ignorant!

"Secondly, why do you always know what my male god is doing in advance?"

Duan Jia frowned, did he act so obviously?

"Are you kidding me? How do I know what's going on with classmate Duan?"

Fatty Chen became more and more enthusiastic: "Last time you said that the male god would definitely broadcast live on Saturday, but he did!"

"This time, you bet me again on when the male god will broadcast live, and you won again!"

"And the most important point!" Fatty Chen said impassionedly.

Duan Jia looked at him and asked tentatively, "What?"

"You have a very similar voice to the male god!" Fatty Chen raised his head proudly, pointing his nostrils at Duan Jia.

But it is very underwhelming.

I really didn't expect that Fatty Chen, who usually looks like a fool, would analyze the problem in a clear way.

A pity, a pity.

These questions are actually correct.

But the conclusion is wrong.

"You think too much." Duan Jia said lightly.

Fatty Chen said unconvinced: "How is it possible?! I have come to this conclusion after observing for a long time!"

"As for your first point, it is purely a coincidence."

"As for why I know his dynamics, it's just something I casually use to comfort you."

When Fatty Chen said this, his eyes widened incredulously.

Duan Jia looked at him, and said: "And the third point you mentioned is that I sing very similarly to him. This reason does not mean that I know him."

Alas, it's still too tender, Duan Jia thought in his heart.

In fact, Fatty Chen's formulas were all correct, but the result was wrong.

But Duan Jia was very relieved that Fatty Chen was no longer that otaku who only knew how to sleep every day.

At least I learned to use my brain.

Fatty Chen was hit hard after hearing it.

His face was wrinkled, his lips were pouted, and his face was full of dissatisfaction.

"Duan Jia, you said you can't live up to it."

He resented like a resentful woman.

"What do you mean?" Duan Jia didn't respond.

"At first I thought you really became the big boss, but you told me that someone else made a mistake. Now I thought you were my boyfriend's friend, but you said that the two of you really have nothing to do with each other."

It seemed a bit miserable for him to say that.

Duan Jia said helplessly: "Fatty, don't worry, when I become rich and famous in the future, I will never forget that you were with me when I was the poorest."

Fatty Chen rolled his eyes: "Come on, please stop your behavior of drawing big cakes."