Yang Xue glanced at Lin Fan in confusion. He didn't know that Lin Fan and Wei Yu had such a relationship.

"No need to congratulate me."

Wei Yu waved his hand: "I would like to thank you. If it weren't for you, my father would not ask me to go back to work."

"Now I am working as a manager in my father's company, with an annual salary of more than 300,000 yuan, and I have also found a girlfriend. I have figured out what it is to start a business, and I can comfortably inherit the family property for the rest of my life, which is great!"

Wei Yu kissed the woman next to him on the cheek and looked at Yang Xue again:

"Yang Xue, I realize that I am such an idiot. I was so infatuated with you back then, but now I realize that you are nothing more than that."

"Hey, are you the person that Brother Yu liked before?" The woman next to her looked Yang Xue up and down and sneered:

"It's really just that. I don't look very good. I have to thank you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have found such a good boyfriend."

She held Wei Yu's arm tightly and said with a smile: "Look at the bag on my waist. It's from LV. It's more than 10,000 yuan. Brother Yu bought it! The cosmetics in the bag are all from Dior, which is more than 20,000 yuan.

Can your poor husband buy you such good cosmetics?"

"Sorry, I rarely use cosmetics." Yang Xue said lightly.

"I rarely use it. I think I can't afford it, or I only use cheap cosmetics from roadside stalls. You are embarrassed to tell me."

"I still have to thank you for letting me have Brother Yu. Now, Brother Yu pays for my manicures, hairdressing, photorejuvenation, etc. every month. I am very happy to be with him."

The woman said angrily: "Women need to take care of themselves. I have already foreseen your future. If you don't take care of yourself now, within three years, you will get wrinkles and turn into a yellow-faced woman. Alas, my husband has no money. How pitiful."

!I can’t even keep my own flying beauty!”

Wei Yu nodded, contempt flashing in his eyes:

"Yang Xue, you are just a fool. If you follow a loser like Lin Fan, you will turn into a yellow-faced woman sooner or later! By the way, Yang Xue, I have something to tell you. In two days, I want Xiao Ran to be engaged. After all, so will we.

College classmate, you should contribute some money!"

"Money? I'm just dreaming!"

Yang Xue rolled her eyes: "We have no relationship at all, why should I pay a share? If the money is gone, it will never come back."

"Oh, I knew it." Wei Yu sighed softly: "If you marry Lin Fan, your life will be very difficult. You can't even afford it."

"Xiaoxue, after all, Wei Yu is also your college classmate. He was also my boss before. He is engaged and has to pay for his share of the money." Lin Fan suddenly said.

"Husband, how can you give money to such a person?" Yang Xue shook his head: "This money is a waste, and you will never get it back."

"How can we never come back? In a while, we will move to a new house, and we will definitely have a banquet. Just ask Wei Yu to pay back the money." Lin Fan smiled.

"Change to a new house?"

Yang Xue was startled.

Wei Yu was also stunned, and then laughed loudly: "Lin Fan, are you kidding me, are you changing to a new house? Are you changing to a shabby community where you have to climb stairs? But after all, it is still a house change, and I will pay for it! That's right!

, don’t forget to invite me to your new house to see you then!”

"Husband, when did we buy a new house?"

Yang Xue was confused, she didn't know anything about this.

"You'll be able to see it in about half a month. It's being renovated now." Lin Fan smiled lightly.

"Lin Fan, you don't want to buy any second-hand houses or speculate on houses in real estate groups, just to be a pick-up man for others!" Wei Yu laughed again:

"I think you can only afford this kind of house."

Lin Fan was too lazy to argue and walked out of the house with his arms around Yang Xue's shoulders:

"Honey, let's go. By the way, Wei Yu, let us know when we get engaged and I'll transfer the share money to you."

"Haha, what are you pretending to be? You are so arrogant about buying a second-hand house!" Wei Yu sneered: "I live in a villa, and I am not as bold as you!"

"Brother Yu, there is no need to be angry with this kind of person. This kind of poor loser is not at the same level as you." The woman comforted: "Let you feel comfortable tonight."

"Um."

Wei Yu's eyes lit up.

…

"Husband, when did you buy a house and where was it?" After returning home, Yang Xue finally couldn't help but ask.

"I bought it two days ago. It's the best villa halfway up Yunmeng Mountain." Lin Fan replied.

"Stop making trouble and keep talking!"

Yang Xue rolled her eyes at Lin Fan. The house was bought by a mysterious rich man for 78 million yuan. How could Lin Fan buy that house?

"You'll know in half a month," Lin Fan said.

"It's mysterious, so I won't ask."

Yang Xue pouted, but she didn't hold out much hope.

What Wei Yu said makes some sense. The house is most likely a second-hand house, or a house in a real estate speculator group. The price is a little lower than the current market price, and the location is not very good.

But Yang Xue is already very happy about having a new house. This is her long-held wish.

…

The next evening, Lin Fan suddenly received a call from Yang Xue.

"Husband, come to my company."

"What's wrong?" Lin Fan asked in confusion.

"Yesterday, Peng Cheng has been standing downstairs for almost an hour, as if he wanted to pick me up from get off work." Yang Xue sounded a little scared.

"I understand, just wait for me." Lin Fan hung up the phone, his eyes slightly cold.

This Pengcheng was a bit brave. He picked Yang Xue up from get off work right under Lin Fan's nose. Wasn't he looking for death?

Lin Fan went out immediately. It was the evening rush hour after get off work. If he took a taxi, Lin Fan would probably be stuck in traffic for more than half an hour.

Lin Fan simply rode out on his second-hand bicycle. If he went quickly, he would be there in ten minutes.

Fifteen minutes later, Lin Fan rode downstairs to Yang Xue's company.

At this time, Peng Cheng was standing on the roadside, raising his hand to look at his watch.

The Vacheron Constantin watch, in the evening glow, reflects light, which is quite eye-catching.

"I'll get off work in ten minutes." Peng Cheng calculated the time.

There was a white Audi A4L parked next to him. The passenger window was open, and there were ninety-nine roses on the seat inside. They were colorful, passionate and romantic.

Bang, bang, bang...

There was a sound of metal rubbing against each other.

Peng Cheng looked over and was stunned.

I saw a young man wandering over on a bicycle.

That sound was exactly the sound of the bicycle chain.

"Lin...Lin Fan..."

Peng Cheng's eyes widened and he was speechless.

Why is he riding a bicycle?

And the bicycle handle seems to be rusty. How old is this bicycle? Was it produced in the last century?

Finally, Peng Cheng couldn't help laughing, holding his stomach and pointing at the bicycle:

"Hahaha, Lin Fan, do you want to laugh me to death so that no one will compete with you for Xiaoxue? Why are you riding a bicycle?"

Lin Fan looked indifferent, because the support of the bicycle was broken and he could only lean on the street light pole.

"I'm here to pick up my wife." He said calmly.

"Picking up my wife on a bicycle, this is really the first time I have seen this happen!" Peng Cheng was still smiling:
Chapter completed!