Paranoia he is a treasure

Chapter 33 His Mother
It's another Friday.

Easy.

Yan Shuo didn't talk to him or provoke him, Yun Nianqing even thought that he was suspicious.

Maybe, he really won't be interested in himself in this life?
That's the best, it's what she wants.

In the last self-study session, Wen Luo kept talking about the pool party in Yun Nianqing's ear: "Nianqing, you must accompany me...Rong Che is super handsome, you haven't seen him yet..."

Yun Nianqing took a deep breath, looked at her, no emotion could be seen in her clear eyes, and said leisurely: "Let's see when the time comes."

Since it was a pool party, it was unavoidable to dress revealingly. Even without Yan Shuo, she didn't want to go.

There seems to be no such thing as a pool party in memory?
It seems that there is... I don't seem to have gone, anyway, I don't know.

Wen Luo curled her lips and looked at Yun Nianqing pitifully, trying to make her change her mind, but it was of no avail.

Harm, okay: "Then let's talk about it at that time. If you can go, you must go. I heard that there are many handsome little brothers."

While talking, Wen Luo showed a thief-like look, which was very wretched.

Yun Nianqing flicked her brain: "Study hard is the most important thing."

I don’t know who was not admitted to a key university that year, and the crying father and mother said they regretted it. It’s a pity that the young and the old don’t work hard.

Seeing that Yun Nianqing started reading, Wen Luo still wanted to play, but he was a good boy, so he muttered reluctantly and didn't bother her anymore.

He took out the textbook that hadn't been seen once in a century, looked at the things on it, and swallowed hard.

God horse thing?Can't do anything, one can't understand.

After school, Yun Nianqing needs to work in a coffee shop.

After saying goodbye to Wen Luo, he notified Li Yinhui that he would not go back for dinner.

Then went to the coffee shop.

There are not many customers in the coffee shop today, she just needs to wipe the table, and when she is about to get off work, she will sweep the floor of the area she serves, and then mop it again, and then she can go home.

There is still half an hour before get off work.

Yun Nianqing saw a woman from afar that he hated to the core.

Monnie.

A woman in her forties is wearing a light green dress with a white gauze outerwear.

His hair is pulled up high and he is of medium build.

With a lot of jewelry on her body, she looks like a typical rich wife.

Why is she here?

With a calm expression, Yun Nianqing walked over with the menu and said politely, "Excuse me, what do you need?"

Meng Ni looked up, it was very hot outside, and there were dense beads of sweat on her forehead. She looked at Yun Nianqing with a hint of impatience in her eyes.

The tone was cold, obviously looking down on the waiter: "Don't drink, stay away from me."

Yun Nianqing pursed her lips, showed a slight smile, and then replied softly: "Okay, if you want something to drink, remember to call me."

Meng Ni turned her head annoyed, and took out her mobile phone to make a call.

Yun Nianqing walked away and stopped talking.

After ten o'clock in the evening, the street is brightly lit, colorful lights flickering, very beautiful.

Yun Nianqing looked back from the clock and landed on Meng Ni.

It's been 10 minutes, Meng Ni seems to be waiting for someone, who is she waiting for?

If I don't come again, I may have to delay getting off work tonight.

After another 5 minutes, Meng Ni made another call. It was obvious that she had waited too long, and she didn't look very well either.

Ten twenty-five.

The boy casually stepped into the coffee shop with his hands in his trouser pockets.

He was dressed in black and a black peaked cap.

He glanced around, and except for Meng Ni, the others were all unfamiliar faces.

She should be off work by this point.

Yan Shuo casually sat in front of Meng Ni, leaning on the sofa, with his legs crossed, doing nothing.

With a cigarette in his finger, his expression was indifferent, and his tone was cold: "What's the matter?"

(End of this chapter)