Chapter 132： Roommate party (1/2)

The gorgeous necklace is made of sixty-six diamonds inlaid, and even the chain around the neck is covered with small diamonds. The complicated patterns outline the dazzling brilliance, almost dazzling people.

It's just a very expensive necklace at a glance, and it's also a very difficult necklace.

If one is not well-dressed, it is easy to be stripped of all the light by the necklace and become a mobile jewelry rack.

But as soon as this necklace fell on Qingqing's neck, it looked like a batch of tamed wild horses, instantly converging to its glory, and quietly becoming a foil to the master's beauty.

The reason is simple, it's not that Qingqing is too beautiful, but her aura.

The sense of wealth that has been piled up since childhood is not something ordinary people can have.

Especially when Qingqing flattened the corners of her lips and looked at you lazily with a pair of charming peachy eyes, the glamorous and glamorous air on her face was almost breathless.

The feeling of distance that can only be seen from afar can not be approached.

In a daze, Fu Heng even wondered whether it was a real person sitting in front of him or a lady who came out of the palace painting.

It was so unreal that he was a little panicked by this illusion of'uncatchable'.

But when Qingqing spoke, everything noble and glamorous was thrown into the Pacific Ocean: "Fu Heng Fu Heng, how am I looking?"

The little girl pulled Fu Heng's sleeves and shook, Qingqing looked in the mirror quite narcissistically, and the more she looked at it, the more she felt: "Wow, where is this little fairy from? How beautiful!"

"Have you boasted so much about yourself? I don't know how ashamed."

Tapping the tip of Qingqing's nose, Fu Heng smiled indulgingly, deeply feeling that Gu Qingqing was still the same she was, and had never changed.

"Huh, I don't care, I look best."

Qingqing wrinkled her nose lovingly, turned her head away and stopped looking at Fu Heng.

She admired her beauty again, and only then satisfactorily took the handbag she had selected, waved goodbye to Fu Heng, and walked away swayingly in the posture of high heels.

Looking at her back, Fu Heng suddenly regretted it.

I drove her there personally.

It is a pity that the assistant has arranged an important meeting for him. Fu Heng couldn't leave at all. He could only watch his exquisitely dressed wife happily going out for the appointment in a depressed mood.

It's okay if Qingqing's party is not a man?

Otherwise, Fu Heng really didn't want to let her go out.

Gu Qingqing has a driver's license, and the eighteen-year-old Qingqing can also drive.

In fact, she was an adult

The first thing after that was to take the driver’s license test, so she had driving skills...

"Why are you back again?" Fu Heng looked strangely at Qingqing who hurried back, and as soon as he walked in, he turned all sorts of boxes and cabinets and didn't know what he was looking for.

"Where is my internship label on the car?" Qingqing was in a hurry when she was about to be late.

Fu Heng: "..."

The wife in the impression was driving very slowly, and she almost forgot that she was only Xiaobai who had just obtained a driver's license for less than half a year.

"I'll give it to you." Fu Heng took the car key in Qingqing's hand: "So many years have passed, how could the'internship' sign still exist."

The weather has long since turned into ashes.

"Good." Thinking about it, he still has no confidence in his driving skills, and Qingqing can only accept Fu Heng's proposal.

The couple went out together. What Qingqing didn't notice was that Fu Heng secretly sent a message to the assistant before getting on the bus, asking him to postpone the meeting time by 20 minutes.

The meeting place for Qingqing and his roommates is very down-to-earth, in a buffet with a medium consumption level.

It costs 60 yuan per person, singing for three hours, and having a buffet at will, which is very affordable.

I feel very sorry for the necklace worth tens of millions on Qing Qing's neck.

But Qingqing herself didn't think so much. She just dressed herself up because she was happy.

So whether the decorations are expensive or not, this is not in her consideration.

Two of the roommates had arrived when she arrived.

They were Mr. Zhang, the head of the room who asked her to meet, and another girl named Chen Yan who was sleeping on the same bed with Qingqing.

As soon as Qingqing entered the door following the room number, she saw that the two women had already taken a lot of things and were feasting on them.

The poor KTV equipment has been left out completely, and can only be turned into a mere sing speaker.

"I said, did you come to eat or sing?"

Qingqing rolled her eyes unceremoniously, and while condemning the roommates for disrespecting other people's places, she took a small cake to eat.

"You have so many words, don't eat it." Chen Yan also came back unceremoniously.

She is a very cute girl. She is obviously in her forties, but because of the baby face, she still looks like a student girl who has not graduated from university.

As well as the body, one is petite and petite, and it is not tall enough for Qingqing to stand up straight.

"We, Yanyan, are getting sharper and sharper."

Qingqing leaned in dissatisfiedly, squeezed Chen Yan's cheeks and tugged at both sides. Chen Yan tickles her unwillingly, and the two well-dressed girls became crazy women on the sofa.

"How old are you all, why are you still childish like children?"

There was a deep weakness in Mr. Zhang's eyes, feeling that it was more exhausting to take them than to take his own children.

"I'm eighteen!" Qing Qing responded loudly, she told the truth.

"I'm eighteen too!" Chen Yan followed closely. She only thought that Qingqing was playing with that ‘sister is always 18 years old’ stalk, so she followed.

"When you are done, get up quickly, and come on what song you want to sing."

Saying that, Mr. Zhang has already consciously sat in front of the jukebox and clicked on the songs they love most for these ‘children’.

Mr. Zhang's real name is Mr. Zhang, because she is always ridiculed by this name, and she has a delicate and friendly face.

So in everyone's impression, she has always been the big sister who takes care of their dormitory, so she has a good relationship with everyone.

This owner does not only refer to the four people in their dormitory, but also the whole class and even the whole school.

Yes, our Sister Zhang is a veritable sea king, and her social skills are even beyond the reach of the Qingqing who claims to be three thousand harem beauties.

And Mr. Zhang did not live up to her name. After graduating from university, she did not work for two years, so she ran out to start her own business. Now she is the boss of a listed company.

Her family background is not very good and can even be called a poor household, so Mr. Zhang basically did not get any help and support from home during the entrepreneurial period.

She is the kind of self-made!

Because of this, Qingqing and the others admire her very much.

Every time Zhang Zong organized the bureau, everyone responded very cooperatively. This was also one of the main reasons for this Qingqing meeting to come to the appointment.

In contrast, although Qingqing herself later started a company, she knew how much support she had received from her family.

However, individuals have their own circumstances, which cannot be compared.

Mr. Zhang does not have the support of her family, and that family may still be a drag for her, so she can only rush forward indefinitely.

Qingqing was born with tens of billions of wealth. She was destined to live a very good life even if she didn't do anything.

Therefore, for her, career and struggle are not for survival, but more from factors such as everyone's hobbies and dreams.

All the profits made by Qingqing Company are used by her for public welfare.

There were many strange and familiar memories in my mind for no reason.

Qingqing, who has been accustomed to this feeling for a long time these days, does not reject it, just let his brain accept these memories.

Facing the integration of time, these memories will eventually become a good medicine for her recovery.

"By the way, Yanyan, I heard that your company has recently bid for a large project." Mr. Zhang suddenly asked.

"Well, our city is going to build a new industrial park. We will relocate all the factories that were built indiscriminately before, especially those factories with more pollution, so that the urban planning can be more reasonable, and environmental sanitation and convenient improvement measures will be taken by the way. ."

These are not commercial secrets, and Chen Yan answered them smoothly.

Unlike all the big bosses who started their own companies, she took the social and animal route that was well-regulated.

After graduation, I found a job for one of the top 100 companies, starting from the bottom, working diligently all the way, and climbing up little by little.

Only recently because of the success of this bidding project, I finally entered the decision-making level of the company and became a member of the senior management.

I can also call myself a strong woman to the outside world.

It's just that this superwoman is a little cute and not too dignified.

He poked her face depressed, no matter how many years passed, Chen Yan was worried about her too cute appearance.

God knows how much she admires Qingqing's noble and glamorous royal sister's face, which is very domineering at first glance.

No matter how good it is, it is fine to have the same delicate face as Mr. Zhang, and it feels like a spring breeze when looking at it, and it has a sense of respect from intellectuals.

Unlike her, she was called a kid by the uncle security guard last time she went to stay in a hotel.

"Children, hahahaha...The security guard would never expect that your children are probably older than his children!"

Qingqing just heard Mr. Zhang talk about this funny story, and suddenly laughed so loudly that he almost fell off the sofa.

"You are not afraid of laughing out of your anger!"

Rolling his eyes, Chen Yan stretched out his hand to pull back Qing Qing who was about to roll down, and scratched her waist easily.

Qingqing was the most ticklish, was frightened and screamed, and immediately fought back unwillingly.

Seeing that the two children were making trouble again, Mr. Zhang simply pretended not to see and focused on singing.

Just then, the closed boxes opened, and a beautiful-looking woman walked in from the outside, looking at a soft and weak woman like a white flower in the wind.

She was wearing a white dress, her thin body swayed slightly, her face was lovely, and she was pitying when she looked at it.

This is Yuan Yuanyuan, the last roommate of Qingqing and their dormitory.

"Sisters are on it?"

It is a pity that when Xiao Bailian spoke, the authentic Northeast accent directly destroyed this beautiful image and suddenly became grounded.

Qingqing and Chen Yan pretended to cover their ears in pain, and loudly protested: "Sister Yuan, can you always stop talking, you will be disillusioned."