Shen Chi heard the news and sat up suddenly from the bed. I didn't know what happened. I just wanted to hurry up.

He thought for a while, and sent it to answer.

【Asia First Gun God】 Woman

[Heart Tabs] ... Okay, our shop has sweet loli type, pure school flower type, high -cold royal sister type, which virtual girlfriend need?

He usually plays games, and rarely has the opportunity to get along with girls. Therefore, he carefully chose the pure school flower type that sounds the easiest to get along with.

[Heartbuilding shop] It ’s good to have your own eyes. What you choose is our gold medal girlfriend. The text chat is fifteen for one hour, and the voice chats is 50 yuan. It is recommended that you pack your month

[Asia's first shot god] How much is the month?

[Heart Tabs] It only costs 500 a day, which is equivalent to saving a whole thousand yuan

It sounds much cheaper ...

Shen Chihua's last 500 yuan purchased the gold medal girlfriend's monthly service before realizing that it seemed that there was something wrong. He only wanted to spend ten yuan at first, but the money had been transferred.

[Heart Tabs] Okay, I have arranged an exclusive virtual girlfriend for you, please add this WeChat signal

He squeezed the regretful thought search number and jumped out a name.

—— Yan Xuexue.

Very nice name.

But the reason why he paused was not the nice name, but because he mentioned the word Yan in Yancheng, he would only think of a Yan family. Unlike the Shen family, it was truly unattainable.

The United States, Princeton University.

"McKinsey sent me offer." A black -haired Jewish female student held the textbook and said to the Chinese youth in the seat.

The young man is standing upright, wearing a white shirt with a rare features, and his eyebrows are dark like ink. He speaks gently: "That's good."

"YAN, do you still have to read the blog?" She asked courage to ask.

She also wants to continue reading, but the economic conditions are not allowed. In this era, there are too few people who can calm down to be academic, especially the major of philosophy.

Although Princeton University is mainly based on basic research, there is no popular business school. Like a retro monastery, philosophical graduates have always been favored by Wall Street.

Half of the people in the class went to the investment bank, and the remaining half went to the management consultation like her. Only Jan still read a book quietly. It seemed that he did not plan for the future.

The youth is slightly sneer.

She was stunned. She knew that Yan was half -work and half -reading, and her family was not good. Does even so do you want to read it?

The young man stared at her, and somehow, a person who was very gentle, was always inexplicably nervous in front of him. She didn't dare to disturb again. After saying goodbye, she hurriedly left.

The youth accepted the "Logic Philosophy theory" and walked outside the campus. A black Konsegg stopped in front of him.

He frowned. He frowned.

The driver got out of the car and respectfully opened the door for him.

A man in his early thirties held the root cigar and sat in a guilty explanation on the co -pilot: "Knowing that you don't like it, but your school is too biased, isn't this time to find a cheap car?"

"School is a place to learn."

The youth converged.

Yan Ji didn't get angry after listening to the youth, but turned off the cigar and nodded.

The status of the Yan family was fighting from the fire that did not see the blood. It was naturally flowing with the blood that was fierce, and maybe because this blood was not abundant.

He is different from his nephew and the others in the family. He doesn't like the business at home, but he likes philosophy.

The vehicle moves slowly.

"By the way, I gave your micro -signal."

The frown of the youth was deeper: "Date?"

"The child is a high student of Yanda Celestial Physics. You can rest assured, you must have something to say with you." Yan Ji quickly added, "You are alone abroad, your mother is worried about you."

Hearing the last sentence, the expression of the youth was slightly soft.

Yan Ji also wiped the sweat on his forehead. His nephew just looked worrying, and no one couldn't help it. Then, then

He was really afraid that his nephew not only didn't like girls, but even boys didn't like it. He had never seen anyone who had seen it.

"Remember to pass." Yan Ji reminded.

The young man turned on his mobile phone and boarded WeChat for a long time, and a friend's application jumped into his eyes.

—— Asia's first shot God requests you to add you as a friend.

His slender fingers touched the screen and stopped.
Chapter completed!