Six hundred and twentieth chapters I have a secret (11)
"Oh my god!" Luo Tingting's round eyes became even rounder. She looked up and down at Chen Zhe, trying to find clues to the rich second generation.
What Yu Hua said made everyone present look at Chen Zhe with wide eyes.
"Chen Zhe is the second generation of rich people. Is it true?"
"Look at what this girl said about not taking any cigarettes. It's true. Wow, the second generation of rich people really know how to play."
No one expected to encounter a melon on the road.
The second generation of rich people? Pretending to be poor and enjoying true love?
The crazy plot in the novel actually has a real version.
If this melon really lasts a long time.
Those who have mobile phones have been recording videos for a long time. This time, my hands are shaking with excitement. I must take a clear and complete version of the first-hand information. This will depend on whether the number of followers on my account can reach a higher level.
Don't tremble, you must not tremble, you have to stay steady.
When Chen Zhe heard the first sentence said by Yu Hua, he just thought that the other party said this to make him quit in the face of difficulties.
This didn't scare him, he decided that a good girl would chase her to the end.
When he heard the other party mention Chen Jingwei's name, the smile disappeared from his face. When he heard that he was Chen Jingwei's son, the hand holding the bouquet clenched into a fist.
Luo Tingting saw something from Chen Zhe. She turned around and asked Zihua, "Zhong Ling, he is really a rich second generation? When did you know about it?"
Zi Hua nodded slightly, "He is. I told him very clearly that I didn't like him and rejected his confession, but he still came to harass me. I happened to be free at home these two days and checked him out."
Luo Tingting looked at Chen Zhe as a liar.
Wang Mengxin whistled, "I've really learned a lot."
Chen Zhe seemed to be holding back something. He took a deep breath, and the hand that held up the bouquet dropped to his side. His shy expression showed a wry smile, "Zhong Ling, you have recognized the wrong person. You can't just rely on the same name."
He decided that I was the young master of Chen's company.
I can swear that my family lives in a big mountain. You can check this.
If I had hundreds of millions, I wouldn't go out and move bricks every weekend to make money. Look at my skin, it's tanned like this."
No matter how you say it, the students on the university campus are much simpler. They swore when they heard Chen Zhe, and the balance of trust shifted towards Chen Zhe.
Looking at Chen Zhe's lightly bronzed complexion, he looks very different from the impression of a rich second generation.
The main reason is that there are not many people who pretend to be rich in college. How can anyone pretend to be poor? What is it for? Pretending to be poor makes people look down upon? Isn't this sick?
Pretending to be poor and playing true love? Isn't this even more sick?
When Zi Hua saw that the other party was still acting, of course she had to expose it mercilessly. It just so happened that the original host was an outgoing and straightforward person, "You are addicted to acting. You should go to film school to learn acting so that you can not give up on your talent as an actor."
Chen Zhe, you keep calling yourself poor, so how can you have the nerve to confess to this or that? Do you want to be a pretty boy, no, a black-faced person who just eats soft rice?
Well, no, you've already had a soft meal. You let your ex-girlfriend support you for more than three months. Your ex-girlfriend just said that she wanted you to be a tutor to make money, so you said that she was too materialistic and only cared about money.
Didn't you say that you can make money by working part-time? Why, you stopped working when your girlfriend started chasing you..."
Yuhua's words were interrupted.
"Chen Zhe, are you okay?" A girl ran over.
Oh, when Zi Hua looked at the girls, she was more interested in them than Chen Zhe.
The girl stood next to Chen Zhe and touched Chen Zhe's hand holding the carnation bouquet with her hand, her face full of concern, "Don't be sad, I believe you."
Chen Zhe looked at the person who came and smiled bitterly, "I'm fine, He Xiaoyu. It's just that the person I like misunderstood me, and I feel bad."
He Xiaoyu clicked her tongue in disapproval, "Chen Zhe, there are some things that cannot be compromised."
She took a step forward and scolded Zihua, "Miss Zhong Ling, how could you say that to Chen Zhe? You can't just do whatever you want just because he likes you.
Although Chen Zhe is poor, he is very ambitious. He earned his tuition by working part-time. Such a person is so worthy of love. You just don’t cherish it. If you arrange him like this, do you want him to lose his scholarship? Yours
My thoughts are too dark."
Chen Zhe pulled He Xiaoyu's sleeve and said, "Don't say that. Zhong Ling made a mistake and misunderstood me for a moment."
Wang Mengxin burst into laughter, "This classmate He Xiaoyu, have you become a monk?"
He Xiaoyu didn't understand for a moment and said angrily, "Why did you become a monk? What did you say?"
Wang Mengxin pretended to be surprised, "You haven't become a monk? Aren't you a Taoist named Zhizhang?"
The onlookers burst out laughing.
No, where does the retardation come from?
Whatever Zhong Ling said, he just did whatever he wanted based on Chen Zhe's liking. It was obvious that Zhong Ling rejected the other party's confession and was disgusted by Chen Zhe's constant harassment.
He Xiaoyu's face showed some annoyance, but she secretly glanced at Chen Zhe.
Zihua didn't know why He Xiaoyu pretended to be a wisdom stick, but she wasn't very smart, so it was easy to see that He Xiaoyu knew Chen Zhe's true identity.
He Xiaoyu's soul has some traces of time. It's not like being reborn. It should be a chance to glimpse some aspects of the future.
In the future that He Xiaoyu knew, she knew Chen Zhe's true identity and had a good future, so He Xiaoyu made friends with Chen Zhe when he was pretending to be poor.
There is no blood in He Xiaoyu's body, so it is difficult for Zihua to search He Xiaoyu's memory.
Searching memories does not mean much to Yuhua. Since she came to this world, the world has changed.
Her intuition was correct. She could get clues by following the original owner's original trajectory. Here was one.
Because of her interest, Zihua was much gentler to He Xiaoyu, "He Xiaoyu, right? Don't call me sister. It's not appropriate for a twenty-year-old to call me a nineteen-year-old sister."
You like Chen Zhe? You should be happy for Chen Zhe as he is a second-generation rich man. Look, even if the watch he wears looks old, it won’t be a problem to sell it for hundreds of thousands."
With Zi Hua's reminder, countless pairs of eyes looked at the watch Chen Zhe was wearing.
This time it felt inconsistent.
A few decades ago, watches were worn to tell the time. With the advent of mobile phones, the function of watches has almost been reduced to a kind of decoration.
Rich people wear expensive watches as a symbol of showing off their wealth and status.
Not many ordinary people wear them.
Chen Zhe kept saying he was poor, but he was wearing a watch on his wrist. Nowadays, everyone has mobile phones and there is no need to wear a watch to check the time.
It's a souvenir. Shouldn't it be stored properly? It's said that I went to move bricks. What if it gets smashed?
No matter how you look at it, how deliberately.
I deliberately got an old watch to show that I was poor.
I just forgot that the really poor people in this era didn't wear watches at all.
Everyone is not very optimistic about what Zi Hua said about He Xiaoyu liking Chen Zhe. The reason is very simple. He Xiaoyu is too average-looking and would be easily invisible in a crowd.