"Throw it away!" Zhuang Licheng still said the same thing, his brows knotted.
"Hey, the beauty was kind enough to clean it and bring it to you. What else do you want?" Nangong Jue threw the paper bag on the bench in the dressing room, opened his own storage box, took out his sportswear and put on it.
"Hurry up, I'll wait for you outside." Zhuang Licheng dressed neatly and stood up. His whole body looked leisurely, but his face had a dull look that didn't match his clothes. He left the dressing room and sat on the sofa outside the door.
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His eyes fell on the front desk of the fitness center, and he immediately met a few pairs of shy and timid eyes. His handsome face sank and he turned his gaze.
Women all look like this when they see him.
Women who know him approach him for his money, while women who don't know him value his appearance. Sometimes, he also feels helpless. Besides money and appearance, do women have other considerations?
It’s really superficial!
A sneer bloomed on Zhuang Licheng's perfect lips.
"What are you laughing at?" Nangong Jue came out of the locker room and saw Zhuang Licheng sitting at the door smiling strangely. His face was gloomy just now, but his face changed instantly, making him unable to understand.
"Nothing, let's go." Zhuang Licheng stood up and was about to walk to the equipment room when he heard a delicate voice behind him calling: "Mr. Zhuang, wait for me."
Zhuang Licheng felt a chill running from head to toe, and goosebumps jumped out.
No need to look back to know who the owner of the voice is.
Another superficial and stupid woman trying to marry him into a wealthy family!
Pretending not to hear it, he walked forward on his own.
"Mr. Zhuang..." The woman seemed to have foreseen that Zhuang Licheng would ignore her. She miraculously trotted up behind him on nine-centimeter high heels, grabbed a corner of his sportswear, and said with a cry of grievance:
"Mr. Zhuang, why are you ignoring me and not calling me..." He sniffed and continued, "I have been waiting so hard for you to call me...how are you...well..."
As he said this, he covered his face and started crying.
Zhuang Licheng pouted his lips expressionlessly, without looking back, and said coldly: "Fiona, if you want to cry, just cry outside and then come in. Don't embarrass yourself here."
"I..." The woman named Fiona seemed to hear his displeasure, and immediately stopped crying. She raised her face with pear blossoms and rain, and looked at him pitifully. The makeup on her face seemed to be waterproof.
There is no trace of blurring, it is still very delicate and perfect, and the long eyelashes are fluttering and fluttering.
Zhuang Licheng felt uncomfortable looking at this look. The fake eyelashes were too long, the eyeliner was too thick, the powder on the face was too thick, the hair was too fake, and the whole body was the result of artificial modification.
Looking down, I'm afraid this rough part has been done before.
"If you have anything to say, please tell me!" Zhuang Licheng threw her away in disgust, with a cold and violent aura all over his body.
Fiona trembled, and there were layers of light flowing in her eyes with delicate eyeliner. She coquettishly pulled her lips and said: "Mr. Zhuang, I was lucky enough to meet you at the cocktail party last time. I have been waiting for your call. You
Why didn't you contact me?"
The smile on Zhuang Licheng's lips became colder, and his eyes were sharp: "How come Mr. Cheng from Yutian International didn't give you enough breakup fee, and he came to try to take advantage of me again?"
Hearing this, Fiona was shocked and looked at Zhuang Licheng in disbelief. Her fingertips were shaking violently, and soon her legs were shaking too. He actually knew?