Bind the Bai Fumei system, the world will serve her

Jiang Huai cleared his throat, and was about to tell Song Wan carefully how he attracted the rich woman's attention yesterday.

Then, I saw Song Wan take out the phone to him.

The phone screen is vertical and the screen is on.

Jiang Huai glanced at it indifferently and wanted to continue, "Sister! You and I..."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly felt something was wrong.

Rubbing his eyes, he subconsciously looked at the screen of the mobile phone Song Wan raised in front of him again.

On the screen is the Fuya account that he is very familiar with. The owner of the account is obviously very rich, and the homepage has all kinds of shiny logos. The most important thing is that the ID of this account is actually Wan and Yue!

Jiang Huai's hand rubbing his eyes trembled for a moment, and tremblingly took the phone from Song Wan's hand.

However, his eyes were all red, and what he saw was the word 'wanyue'.

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Jiang Huai couldn't hold back, and fell off the chair directly.

Song Wan pulled him up with a calm hand, and then took back his mobile phone.

Only then did Jiang Huai react as if he had just woken up from a dream, and the eyes he looked at Song Wan were terrified.

"Sister, you you you..."

"I, I, I..." Song Wan took over the conversation, and glanced at him calmly, "What am I?"

"You, you, you... are you Wanyue???" Jiang Huai didn't completely fade away the panic on his face until he sat back on the seat again.

Song Wan then turned around, faced him again, and said meaningfully: "Otherwise?"

With his half-baked game skills, where can he find someone to pay him so much money.

In an instant, many scenes flashed through Jiang Huai's mind like watching the lights on horseback.

From the first time Zhuzhu broadcasted live in the dormitory, and then suddenly called him.

Until last night, he was called online again, as if he was simply paying him.

Isn't Temiao just paying him money? ! !

When Jiang Huai came to his senses, his whole body was in a trance.

No wonder.

No wonder they gave him so much money without asking him to do anything.

No wonder he didn't even add his contact information.

At first he thought that the rich woman was playing hard to get, but he never thought that he already had her contact information.

The mouth opened, and suddenly felt an inexplicable dryness.

So Temeow, what did he just say? ? ?

"That...sister..."

Before he finished speaking, he saw Song Wanyu pat him on the shoulder earnestly, "Don't worry, no rich woman has a crush on you."

JAC: (?｀?Д??)!!

Should he be happy or sad?

Song Wan, however, ignored Jiang Huai who was already immersed in an inexplicable sense of shame, and finished his breakfast in a leisurely manner.

Because the height and shape are different now, Qinglin simply asked Qinglin to dispose of the previous clothes, and then bought some new ones according to the current size.

Song Wan himself bought some painting tools and came back, and then planned to go for a walk in a place with a better scenery, and sketch from life.

Just feel the god-level painting technology presented by the system today.

After finishing packing, he opened the door and was about to go out, only to find that Jiang Huai was still secretly staying at the door, as if he was embarrassed to knock on the door.

Seeing this, Song Wan unconsciously brought a smile on his face, and a playful tone in his voice,

"What about playing mushrooms here?"

Only then did Jiang Huai raise his head and look towards this side, but his expression was still a bit twitchy, "Sister, why are you going..."

Song Wan pointed to the thing in his hand, "Where are the eyes?"

Only then did Jiang Huai see the painting tools in Song Wan's hands, and his eyes lit up immediately, "Sis, when did you learn to draw?"

"I learned it a long time ago." Song Wan replied casually, "Don't you have class this afternoon? Are you not going back to school for class?"

Jiang Huai: If his sister didn't mention it, he really forgot.

Unexpectedly, Song Wan walked out a few steps, then turned around and asked as if suddenly remembering something: "Do you like your current school?"

"Ah?" Jiang Huai didn't react for a while, "If it's the atmosphere, it should be okay."

Although the environment is like that, at least the roommates are not bad.

Song Wan tilted her head towards him, "Professional."

"Besides sports, is there a major you like more?"

Jiang Huai was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously thought of those stock investors on Wall Street that he often followed.

After realizing it, he shook his head, and was about to say no, when Song Wan said to him again:

"Think about it, and just reply to me tonight."

After speaking, Song Wan took the painting tools and left his sight.

Since Qinglin was asked to buy clothes, this time she simply asked the people in the hotel to send her off.

Song Wan also didn't have any definite destination, just looking at the scenery outside the window all the way to the suburbs.

Through the window, I saw a place with a pretty good view, which made the driver stop the car.

There is a small river flowing here, and there are many willow trees planted by the river. With the breeze blowing gently, it has a special flavor.

Song Wan took the painting tools and found a relatively flat place to set them up, then sat down quietly.

I don't know if it's because I haven't enjoyed such a quiet atmosphere by myself for a long time, Song Wan only feels that the noisy heart has gradually calmed down.

Not much to say, after watching the scenery for a while, I picked up the brush and started painting.

The skills given by the system are undoubtedly powerful. When Song Wan picked up the paintbrush, he didn't feel unfamiliar at all.

It was as if in memory, he had picked up the paintbrush countless times, and his movements were exceptionally skillful.

In less than half an hour, the greenness in front of him has already appeared on the paper.

As the saying goes, the meaning of a painting is like a person, even those who don't know how to paint can vaguely feel the tranquility and comfort in this painting.

It has to be said that Song Wan is satisfied.

After she finished it unhurriedly, just as she was about to put the painting away, she heard a loud noise not far away.

Song Wan frowned slightly, and subconsciously looked towards the source of the voice.

I saw a group of boys and girls playing and walking towards this side, there were about seven or eight of them.

Just as Song Wang wanted to look away, he keenly sensed something was wrong.

Glancing over at the group of people at the head, I saw a girl in school uniform being pulled towards me by her hair among a group of boys and girls who were frolicking.

The girl was obviously in pain, but she didn't even dare to shout, and she was dragged step by step and staggered along with the crowd.

As they get closer, they can even hear the unscrupulous abuse and laughter of several teenagers and girls,

"Hurry up, hurry up, slow down!"

"Are you a pig, why can't you even walk!"