Chapter 14 From rich and handsome to male loser

"Cough, cough..." The accountant deliberately coughed twice, picked up the cup on the table, sips of tea, and continued, "June 17..."

"Don't read it, we're not here to listen to the recipe..." Someone shouted on the third floor, and then the people in the lobby said.

"Oh, it turned out that he didn't pay back the money. I thought he was a hero!"

"It's natural to pay off debts, not to mention giving people's money, but to make trouble with others. There are such brazen people in the world."

"Alas, I thought it was a son of a rich family, but it turned out to be a depressed son!" A beautiful lady at the next table smiled sadly, with regret and disappointment.

"This kind of goods is also suitable for the first floor in the world to play wild, and don't let Xiao Er drive him out." Another small jasper middle-aged woman is even more indignant.

The diners in the hall compete for their strengths and weaknesses, and work together to denounce them.

The account room still looked sad, and then said, "The little one knows that our shop is indeed presumptuous today, and he also knows that such a rich person as the prince will not short dozens of taels of silver in this area, but the store is small and small, and there is no credit. Today, the two masters have to do it here. Anyway, the small one will be unemployed. Go home to bake sweet potatoes, you can settle the accounts of these months, so that the shopkeeper can't owe me any wages. Please don't be angry with me!"

After saying that, he covered his face and cried, describing it as extremely pitiful. Crying and crying, he secretly glanced at Gong Zizheng's face from the cracks in his fingers.

A well-sighted person can see that this account room obviously uses circuitous tactics. Obviously, he begged the prince to pay back the money immediately, and secretly asked him not to find bad luck for this restaurant.

How can Gong Zizheng, such a handsome, free and self-proportant person, stand this evaluation? A handsome face is iron-blue, and the face is sunny and cloudy.

Qingzhu was stunned and didn't care. Looking at his embarrassing and unlucky appearance, most of the anger in his stomach had subsided. He looked at the end of a big play in front of him with a smile, but he was interested in the recipe and muttered.

Don't you think it's boring for Mao's "a pot of green plum fruit dew and Buddha jumping over the wall"? How many friends can Gong Zizheng order so many dishes at a time? Xiaobao said that he likes to go alone. He wants to come to that table for him to enjoy alone, but can he eat it? It's a waste, it's an absolute waste!

"Who knows that the food on the plate is hard."

"Zhumen's wine and meat stink, and there are frozen bones on the road."

It seems that this master is originally a "rich second generation" or "official second generation". He was born with a golden spoon in his mouth. His father is either Li Gang or Li Shuangjiang. It's great to have a good father. It's too unfair. Anyway, the feudal system kills people!

There is no doubt that a tall, rich and handsome "rich and handsome" has walked off the altar, tends to be ordinary and ordinary, and has become a glorious representative of "male losers".

For this self-respecting young "rich" handsome, such humiliation is not as good as killing him.

There is only one thing in the world that can ruin people in an instant - money.

But Qingzhu has a trace of soreness in his heart. Why is that?

He showed a fierce light in his eyes, and his tone was vicious, which made people suspect that she had an irrecontestable hatred with him. He exuded a dangerous atmosphere all over his body, and he even wanted to take her life.

But why does she feel unbearable and can't help but want to help him?

Is it because of the feeling of acquaintance, or the slightly similar picture that makes her touch the scene and see things and miss people? Didn't she vow to forget him in her heart, but the shadow of that person has been surrounding her in a dark way. Fang Ze, have you hurt me all your life and want to harm the second life again?

No, she will never allow it.

Once upon a time, Fang Ze was her beautiful dream. In the dream, they fell in love and married, had children, and enjoyed the joy of family. However, when he woke up, he realized that it was just a dream of Nanke, his own wishful nightmare.

The similar story is repeated again, but the protagonist has changed to someone else.

In front of thousands of troops, they met for the first time that day:

More than three years ago, when a friend had a dinner party and was full of food, she met him at the bar - Fang Ze, who was at a loss. He should have paid that day, but he lost his wallet and his mobile phone was out of power. How hard it was!

"Miss, can I borrow your phone?" That was the first thing he said to her, and her voice was soft but loud.

She turned around and met a beautiful face, and her clear and transparent eyes made her intoxicated and nostalgic. This is the first time she feels that a person can be born with such charming and deep eyes.

The ghost handed over the phone and looked at him dullly, forgetting to turn his eyes.

He dialed the phone at home, but no one answered.

He left with a sad face, leaving only a "thank you" and a bowed head and sigh.

How should it end? In order to express himself in front of his favorite girl, he volunteered to treat him. In the end, such an embbe proud image was destroyed. With the sound of "bia", he suddenly changed from the township head to the three fat men! What will that girl think? He will never raise his head in front of his friends.

He returned to the table and couldn't speak in his friend's burning eyes and cold words.

But why is she so distressed?

He walked involuntarily and gently patted Fang Ze on the shoulder. When his eyes were facing each other, he was so nervous that his heartbeat missed a few beats.

"Why are you so careless that you don't even bring your wallet when you go out, which makes me come all the way here to bring it to you!" A flower-like beauty, smiling like a spring mountain, smiling brightly, smiling brightly and frankly. He shyly stuffed a credit card into his hand and whispered in his ear, "The password is..."

She spoke in his ear, and the heat in her mouth sprayed on his neck, which made him ashamed. His whole face was like a pig's liver, congested purple.

"Who is that beautiful girl? Is she pretty? Are you a good friend?"

"Yoxi, you are very good at caring about people. Fang Ze is so blessed!"

His brain died for N seconds, and his friend's sarcasm was not heard, and his eyes were full of her curling back.

The next morning, she received a strange phone call, "Hello, my name is Fang Ze... Thank you very much last night..."

From then on, he started a fierce love offensive, delivering and picking up flowers every morning and evening, and flowers must arrive. At that time, although she was not young, she was a little shy. He persevered, attacked the city and the land, and finally won the heart of her lover.

Fang Ze is a kind person. He can find her mobile phone number from the unreleeve phone at home, and will think of all kinds of ways to please people. Until that day and that moment, she was extremely happy.

Looking back on the passing past, the past is vivid, as if a sharp blade was scratching hard on the scabbed scar, and the wound once again flowed blood, surging and bleeding. If she falls twice on the same issue, she will become the stupidest woman in the world. She didn't have the idea of helping him just because of her attachment to the other party. It was just a compassion for the "weak people", but poor people must have something hate. This kind of person is not worthy of sympathy at all. Qingzhu warned himself in his heart thousands of times, draw a clear line with the past, and live a new self.

"Scum man, good women don't fight with men. Today, my sister will let you go and let me meet you another day. I definitely want you to look good."

Qingzhu made up his mind. He took out some scattered silver from the bag and put them on the table, picked up the bamboo hat that had been knocked off on the ground, gently bounced off the floating ash on it, and walked proudly and was ready to leave. But he is still constantly greeting Gong Zizheng and his 18 generations of relatives and friends.

"This gentleman, if you don't have enough money, you can pay for it with the jade pendant on your waist!" At a round table in the front row, a middle-aged man in brown dark silk satin opened his mouth, and the eyes of the two small rats were full of shrewd eyes.

"Hey, who do I think I am? It turned out to be the shopkeeper," the accounting room quickly answered, afraid that these words would fall to the ground and break them. "You are a famous figure in our capital. Your old eyes are famous for being discerning. Since you can enter your eyes, it should not be an ordinary object. Our small shop can I dare not take away what people love."

The shopkeeper is the owner of the largest "Baotong" pawnshop in the movie city. Because of his unique vision, he can pick out bones in eggs, and people give him the nickname "micro-eye". If he takes the initiative to open his mouth, the jade pendant is probably not a mortal.

"Mr. praised it," the shopkeeper Fang's small eyes blinked and smiled cunningly. "It's the peers who praise their love! The prince's jade pendant looks unique. Can you borrow me to watch it?

"No, let the shopkeeper evaluate the product and let the big guy see the horizon."

"Exact, exactly!"

"Yes, let's learn more."

Everyone opened up your words and my words.

Look at the excitement, how can Qingzhu miss it? The nature of gossip was immediately revealed, sharpening his little head and pricking it into the pile of people. It is said that she is the head of the original eight women in the police force.

Gong Zizheng laughed, and there was a strange brilliance in his eyes. He pulled off the golden thread tied by the beautiful jade around his waist, stepped forward a few steps, and held it with one hand to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper slowly picked up the jasper with his left hand, stroked it repeatedly, and said, "Good jade, good jade! This jade is moist, transparent, greasy, and has a warm feeling in your hand. It is a high-quality mutton jade.

Then he pointed it at the sun and observed it carefully through the sun. Suddenly, his face was slightly dark. "I dared to ask, how did the prince's jade come from?"

"A gift from an old friend." A few cold words, no emotion.

"Oh? So is your old friend Jin Zhiyuye? The shopkeeper broke the casserole and asked to the end.

The prince's political eyes flashed darkly, bowing his head and speechless.

"If not," the corners of his mouth turned up, and the shopkeeper Fang opened the chatter box, "I don't know if the prince can give up love? To be honest, I am more than 40 years old this year. I have been engaged in the pawn industry when I was a teenager. It has been nearly 30 years since I entered the industry. Up to now, there are many beautiful jades that have been identified, but I have never seen such a good jade. The texture is transparent and smooth, not to mention the carving is even more unique. From this knife, it should be a royal jewelry. This Shi is the favorite of the proud daughter of heaven, so I just thought it was a gift from the princess of which country! If not, my treasure will pay 500 taels. I don't know if the prince is willing to sell it.