The rich family's parents were robbed, and the milk group went crazy for the boss's family

Since that incident, Qingqing's home has become one of the most intriguing places for her classmates.

Little Fatty's mouth made her house sound like a fairyland, making everyone want to go and see it.

As a result, she became more popular in class than before.

Of course, some people like it while others hate it.

In the morning, while everyone was crowding around Qingqing asking for snacks, a boy sitting on the far side of the first row curled his lip in disdain.

"Tch, it's just food."

He didn't go over, and even when his friends called him, he pretended not to hear them, playing with the smartwatch on his wrist.

Soon, his friend returned and brought him a piece of candy.

"Zhang Bo, here you go."

The boy glanced at it, then showed a somewhat disgusted expression.

"I won't eat it. It's just candy. I'll bring you some tomorrow too."

His friend was a very simple-minded boy, and upon hearing this, he sincerely shook his head.

"No, Qingqing's candy is different. It's so fragrant. You'll know once you try it."

Zhang Bo still didn't take it. He turned away, playing with his watch without looking up.

The boy scratched his head, and seeing that the man didn't want it, he stuffed the candy into his pocket and went back to his seat.

Without thinking much of it, after he left, Zhang Bo looked up in Qingqing's direction, his eyes full of disgust.

He doesn't like Wen You and Qingqing.

The reason I dislike Wen You is simple: she's too smart, always praised by the teacher, and even became the class monitor.

Back in kindergarten, he was the class monitor, and he received all the teachers' praise and first place, but now Wen You has taken it all away.

As for Qingqing, she is also very annoying.

In truth, Zhang Bo also longed to be the center of attention, but he couldn't achieve it. Seeing Qingqing effortlessly accomplish what he desired made him feel resentful, and gradually, this resentment turned into dislike.

These two people he disliked were still good friends, inseparable all day long.

This led to Zhang Bo feeling very uncomfortable no matter what they did.

Since the start of the semester, Qingqing has brought a lot of snacks to class, but he hasn't eaten any of them.

He didn't think there was anything special about it.

He's tried a lot of snacks, and even the best ones are just so-so.

In his eyes, the adulation and praise from his classmates were nothing more than attempts to please Qingqing.

He had heard from his family that Qingqing's family was very powerful.

His parents also told him to befriend Qingqing more at school, so those classmates who praised her probably felt the same way.

Everyone was only playing with her because of orders from their families; it wasn't out of genuine affection.

Chen Bo felt that his analysis was correct, otherwise why would only Wen You keep playing with her?

Thinking about this, Chen Bo decided that when he came to school tomorrow, he would definitely bring lots of snacks with him.

If Qingqing can take care of him, so can he, and he will definitely be more popular than Qingqing.

When Chen Bo got home from school in the evening, he immediately asked the nanny to find a lot of imported snacks.

These were all brought back from abroad by family members and gifts from business partners, and they were quite expensive.

He unpacked the package, threw away the fancy box, and stuffed all the snacks into his backpack.

When his family heard that he wanted to bring snacks to school to share with his classmates, they thought that sharing snacks among children could strengthen their relationship, so they were very supportive.

And so, the next day, Chen Bo went to the classroom carrying his bulging schoolbag.

He arrived very early, but didn't take out the snacks immediately.

He only started preparing to distribute snacks after almost everyone in the class had arrived.

Before he could speak, someone went to ask Qingqing.

"Qingqing, did you bring any cookies today?"

Xiao Qingqing shook her head.

She didn't take care of him every day, and the child left somewhat dejectedly after getting the answer.

At this moment, Chen Bo stood up.

He coughed deliberately, raised his chin, and said to the class, "I brought snacks, lots of them. Anyone who wants some can come and get some from me."

Upon hearing this, everyone's attention was immediately drawn to it.

Little Fatty was the first to rush over.

Chen Bo felt even more smug when he saw that even Little Fatty had come over.

To show that he was more generous than Qingqing, he simply unzipped his backpack and dumped his belongings onto the table.

"Little Fatty, you can choose whatever you want to eat, as much as you like."

He thought to himself that he was much more generous than Qingqing, and he would definitely be able to win over Xiaopang.

Little Fatty stopped at his desk, looking at the familiar packages on it with some disappointment.

These snacks are exactly the same as the ones at his house.

But since he was already there, Little Fatty felt it wouldn't be right to just leave, so he reached out and grabbed a piece of chocolate.

"Thank you, Chen Bo, but I'll just have this chocolate."

After saying that, he took the chocolate, turned around, and went back to his seat.

Chen Bo went from being enthusiastic to being listless.

Little Fatty clearly loves snacks, so why did he only take one piece of chocolate and leave? Was it on purpose?

However, Chen Bo didn't have time to think about it further.

If Little Fatty doesn't want to eat, he can share more with the others.

Thinking of this, he enthusiastically called the other classmates over.

"These snacks are all delicious, everyone can eat as many as they want, and I'll bring more from home tomorrow..."

Hearing his words, the students were also attracted, but after seeing the snack packaging on his desk, they all lost interest and walked away.

Only two or three people took snacks from the table.

The scene was completely different from what he had imagined.

He felt indignant: "Why aren't you eating?"

The classmate next to him also answered his question sincerely.

“We have all of these at home.”

"Exactly, I've had enough of this already. I have plenty of this chocolate at home, and I don't want to eat it anymore."

"Me too……"