Chapter 3 (2/2)

It's true that birds of a feather flock together.

With a smile, Yang Xiaotian attended the gathering to show off to them.

It's just that Yang Xiaotian didn't expect such an ending.

At this time, a waiter came into the room.

”Excuse me, whose is the black Porsche downstairs? It's in the way. Can you move it?” The waiter asked respectfully.

As soon as the words came out, the whole room was silent, and the words ”Porsche” echoed in their ears.

That's a luxury car!

Pan Cai, the best in the class, can't afford to drive such a good car!

Everyone looked at each other, and finally all eyes fell on Pan CAI.

Pan Cai laughed awkwardly, stood up and said, ”that car should not belong to us...”

”It's mine!”

However, as soon as pan Cai's voice fell, Yang Xiaotian's voice rang out.

”It must be my secretary. Please stop again.” Yang Xiaotian took out the key of the car from his arms and handed it to the waiter.

”Hard work.”

Yang Xiaotian took out two red banknotes from his wallet and put them in his hand.

Seeing this scene, the expressions on all faces are solidified, and the eyes looking at Yang Xiaotian gradually change.

Pan Cai, in particular, drives a BMW 5 series. It's really not cheap, but compared with Porsche, it's a grade worse!

”Do you believe it when you spend hundreds of dollars and ask waiters to perform a play?” Song Wanjun's face was more scornful. ”We've seen this routine before.”

She really did not expect that Yang Xiaotian would come up with this kind of ostentatious method in order to retaliate and stimulate her.

However, the more Yang Xiaotian deliberately shows off, the more pitiful she will feel.

”That's right. Only a poor loser like him can do acting, spending tens of yuan on the Internet to buy a car key for a Porsche, and spending hundreds of yuan on a waiter!”

Pan Cai said, deliberately slapping the key of BMW on the table, ”BMW five series, top configuration, it's only 6.7 million, but it's real. Unlike some people, they do something fancy and fake!”

Pan Caiyi has a point, and everyone can hear it, so they all cast bantering eyes at Yang Xiaotian.

Yang Xiaotian smiles, it seems that my identity as a courier has been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people.

It doesn't matter. Anyway, most of you and I will soon be people of two worlds.

Yang Xiaotian almost ate, gently tapping the table, is thinking about how to end the meal.

But at this time, a pretty girl with hair came to Yang Xiaotian and sat beside him.

She is not very beautiful, but has a unique temperament, a kind of lovely miss next door feeling.

Yang Xiaotian remembers her, Liu Yan, a student in college. In the eyes of her teachers, she is one of the few people who do not dislike Yang Xiaotian.

”You don't have to.” Liu Yan said meaningfully: ”how much is this meal? I will give you my share.”

”Do you think I spent all my savings and borrowed money just to show off in front of song Wanjun and pan Cai?” Yang Xiaotian asked.