Chapter 112 Women are tigers

Recently, the hot topic on campus is that Zhang Xueyou is about to hold his second half solo concert in Hedong City. The location is the newly built Nanhu Stadium in Hedong City, and the host unit this time is Deep Blue Group. Yang Mengmeng has received the benefits issued by the group company: two tickets for the VIP area. The price of this first-class VIP zone ticket on the market is 2350 yuan.

The little hoof is a fan of Zhang Xueyou, the god of singing, so this opportunity should not be missed. Murong Qingyun doesn't follow stars at all, but he just feels a headache. Ye Rou and Bai Bing will definitely ask him to accompany them, and Yang Mengmeng will also have such a request. He didn't like to go to crowded places to join in the fun, so he was very brainstorming.

Murong Qiuwei would not go to listen to Zhang Xueyou sing on the spot, but just called her son back and gave him the benefits that belonged to her. He decided not to accompany any of the three, on the pretext that he still had a lot of things to do, and he was really inseparable. Yang Mengmeng can only ask Li Shuyao to accompany her. After all, the two are best friends.

Li Shuyao is particularly happy. After all, this kind of VIP ticket can see Jacky Cheung at the closest distance, see the demeanor of the god of singing, and really enjoy the audio-visual enjoyment brought by the concert. At home, she has quarreled with her parents once, but the two are only willing to sponsor 500 yuan. When buying tickets in a non-VIP area, you can often only hear the song, but you can't see people clearly. Li Shuyao doesn't want to look at people with binoglasses.

Murong Qingyun gave the two tickets in his hand to Bai Bing. She was very excited when she got it. The reason for the excitement was that he was willing to accompany him to the concert, but he soon became unhappy. Murong Qingyun made it clear in front of her that he would not go. Bai Bing said it like that, but he just didn't go. She knew that this was an obvious matter of the lice on the monk's head, so she could only ask Ye Rou to go with her. That's what he meant by giving himself a ticket.

Things have been successfully smoothed, and they can all drive around, so safety is not a problem. Murong Qingyun sat in the office with relief and played his little game of Plants vs. Zombies. He only heard Lu Zhisheng and Jiang Ling bargaining on the phone about Zhang Xueyou's concert. What he meant was that he didn't want to go. To be more precise, he didn't want to pay out. After all, the money he got every month was only about 1,300 yuan. She insisted on going and asked him to buy a first-class ticket for 1280 yuan slightly closer to the VIP area. Jiang Ling has a good reason. After all, she didn't let him buy tickets for the VIP area.

The result of the two went together was that Lu Zhisheng spent two months' salary in order to listen to a few hours of concert. He went to Hedong Normal University for more than three months, and he only got three months' salary. He originally thought that student beauties were easy to fool and get great enjoyment with little money. Since the two have been together, he often feels stretched out. Nowadays, Lu Zhisheng can't afford the tickets for this kind of concert.

Since Jiang Ling made friends with Lu Zhisheng, she has lived a more comfortable life than her classmates from the same family conditions. After all, she bought some beautiful clothes and good cosmetics for her living expenses. Naturally, he is responsible for the problem of eating. Who calls him his boyfriend? Marry a man, marry a man, dress and eat. Although they don't have the name of husband and wife, they have been married for a long time. He doesn't give something and can make him sleep for nothing.

Murong Qingyun heard that Lu Zhisheng's volume was getting higher and higher, and the two had a rather fierce argument. He saw Lu Zhisheng hang up the phone angrily and sit on his chair. It's none of his business and hangs high. The two are just ordinary colleagues and can't talk about any friendship, so Murong Qingyun took a look and continued to play games.

Lu Zhisheng asked feebly, "The one in your family must be noisy to go to Zhang Xueyou's concert, right?"

Murong Qingyun, who exited the game interface, smiled and said, "Isn't that what girls look like!"

Lu Zhisheng suddenly said in a tone of advice, "Then how do you appease the one in your family?"

Murong Qingyun smiled faintly and said, "Is there any other way besides meeting her requirements? You still want to open some, just think of it as spending some money to buy a clean ear, otherwise the endless relationship between the two people will really hurt. It's not worth hurting each other's feelings for so little money!"

Lu Zhisheng sighed and said, "I didn't expect that falling in love would cost so much money. To be honest, I really regret it.

Murong Qingyun comforted: "Just think about it. Everyone survived like this."

Lu Zhisheng, who was about to say something more, was interrupted by the ringing of his mobile phone. When he picked up the phone, there was another fierce debate. Jiang Ling was determined to go to the concert and asked him to figure it out. He is a clever daughter-in-law who is difficult to cook without rice, but this kind of shameful thing is naturally unspeakable. After all, men always need to pretend to be a good old man in society to show women. He usually boasts that he often follows his leaders to go to high-level occasions, and there are many slandering Murong Qingyun's words behind his back. Jiang Ling, who has no social experience, naturally believes it and feels that she will live a good life with him.

The traditional concept is that the person who follows the leader's buttocks is either the leader's intimate "douban" or the person he values. Lu Zhisheng usually said many times in front of Jiang Ling that he was very capable and had a good family background*, but he came to Hedong City because his father had a very bad relationship. I am not a standard rich second generation, but also a quasi-rich second generation. His family wants money, money, and relationships, but he still wants to rely on his personal efforts and doesn't want to be a parasite that only spends money in his family.

Lu Zhisheng's touching words are very deceptive and touching, ** to some ignorant and vain little girls. Murong Qingyun has been with him for more than three months and finds that this person is extremely hypocritical and good at camouflage. He is really not a good bird. He belongs to the face of a pig. He knows that he looks simple and honest, but in fact he is a male thief and a prostitute full stomach.

Lu Zhisheng had no choice but to say, "Do you have extra spare money? Next month, I will pay you back after I pay you. Recently, I have spent all my money on my mother-in-law.

Murong Qingyun didn't want to have too much intersection with him, so he would not have any economic contacts with him. He put on a bitter face and said, "You have found the wrong person. I'm poorer than you. This concert is killing people! Since we are all brothers, I won't lie. I have carried a lot of bank debt before I bought two first-class VIP tickets. I have completed the credit cards of all the banks in Hedong City. Every month, I tear down the east wall to mend the west wall. It's very painful!"

Lu Zhisheng was very surprised and said, "I can hear that you are a rich second generation!"

Murong Qingyun pretended to smile bitterly and said, "I am indeed a negative second generation, but this negative is just a negative word. You can join the negative second generation as long as you want. Now, these banks have lowered the threshold for credit cards, but they still want you to die when they pay back the money. I'm so distressed."

"No way? I think your fiancee is not only beautiful but also understanding. Lu Zhisheng doubted.

"Have you ever heard that a woman is like a car. The more beautiful a woman is, the higher the maintenance cost will be?" Murong Qingyun shook his head and said, "It's really enjoyable to take it out, but only you know the pain in your heart. You have to burn oil when driving, and the rising oil price all the way is really unbearable!"

"It seems that we have a common experience." Lu Zhisheng took out an ordinary credit card and said, "We are all card slaves, and we can only use this thing again. Next month, I can only make the minimum repayment. Every repayment period, the credit card has really become my life-threatening charm. Think about it, my head hurts so much."

"Oh, isn't it! When you brush it, you like to brush it, but when you pay back the bank money, it's really bitter. Murong Qingyun said according to what he saw on the Internet, "Let's work for the bank together!"

After chatting, Murong Qingyun once again dropped out of work, walked on the way back to the dormitory, and received a phone call from Ye Rou again. She is very happy to go to Zhang Xueyou's concert with Bai Bing. It is not only delicious, but also has a special car to pick her up. I feel that I have lived the life of a daughter, and I am very grateful for his love for her.

Ye Rou's requirements are the lowest and the easiest to meet. She listens to Murong Qingyun the most. Yang Mengmeng and Bai Bing often jump left and right with him. They admit that he dares not abandon them. After all, they have known each other for too long, and they naturally know more about his personality. Murong Qingyun thought he was very soft-hearted, even though the two were "nonsense" in front of himself. When he said that he was a nostalgic person, the two people who 'bited' each other when they met unprecedentedly thought he was shameless.

Murong Qingyun asked them to answer their reasons why they spoiled them. Their respective answers made him faint. They all want to put all kinds of good words on their faces, and once again, he is not good enough for her. He has devoted himself to him, and he doesn't know how to be satisfied, and even said that he is not a good thing. Murong Qingyun suffered this kind of boredom and could only hide in the quilt and shout: Women are tigers.