I used online loans to give gifts to the anchor, and he just said "baby"?

It's really good news for people with obsessive-compulsive disorder.

"Miss." More than ten people said in unison.

Even the drunk people were startled awake a little, and everyone stretched their necks to look in the direction of the sound.

"Whose daughter is this? She has so many servants when she goes out."

"I've learned a lot today. I can't believe how luxurious this young lady's life is."

"I'm a bit jealous. She's good-looking and rich, but you see all the lickspittle trying to get close to her, but they're all stopped by the bodyguards."

"If I hadn't known for myself, I would have been a bootlicker. I'm rich and pretty, but if someone took my fancy, I'd have to work hard for at least sixty years."

"..."

Everyone was discussing heatedly, but they were all out for fun, so after a while they changed the subject, some drinking, some playing games.

Wen Wan stroked his forehead and pinched his temples with his thumb and middle finger. This was too much.

Fortunately, the lights in the bar were dim, so she didn't feel like she was running naked.

Qin Zhizhi opened her mouth, the admiration on her face almost overflowing.

As expected, Wen Wan’s extravagant life was beyond the imagination of a mortal like her.

"Sister Wan, your life is my dream."

"I actually hope this is a dream." Wen Wan chuckled twice and muttered.

Henry doesn't know how to write the word "low-key". It seems I have to explain it to him in the future.

Break the words apart, crush them and feed them into his mouth.

But she didn't know that this was what Henry considered the most low-key way.

During the time he was with Wen Wan, he really restrained himself a lot.

The music was too loud. Qin Zhizhi only saw Wen Wan open his mouth, but he couldn't hear clearly, so he asked, "What?"

Wen Wan shook his head and told the others, "Put it down and leave."

I'm really worried about having to serve these people while they're standing here.

She didn't want to be viewed like a monkey.

Exquisite dishes were placed on the table, and the maids returned to their original positions with empty trays.

"Enjoy your meal, miss!"

This time, he bowed forty-five degrees, reverently.

I don’t know if they did it on purpose, but the response sound happened to be in the interval between songs.

The uniform voice stunned everyone in the bar again.

Wen Wan put down his hand and picked it up again. There was no need to be so loud.

She is a nouveau riche, but she also wants to be a low-key nouveau riche.

She waved her hand, and the maids left in an orderly manner.

Wen Wan was still in the world of social phobia, so Qin Zhizhi gladly accepted it, picked up the silver chopsticks that the maids had brought over, and showed them off without hesitation.

Seeing her aura, Wen Wan looked like a starving ghost reincarnated.

"Did you eat after coming back?" she asked.

Qin Zhizhi kept talking and his voice was unclear.

But I could still make out what they were saying, "I just had two braised pig's trotters, half a roast duck, oh, and a bowl of snail noodles."

Is this simple?

It’s not simple. She can eat this meal for two days.

Wen Wan knew that Qin Zhizhi had always been a big eater, and he had underestimated her appetite before.

Qin Zhizhi shoved the food into his mouth and said, "I'm so hungry. I'm so hungry."

"If you're hungry, eat more. Eat slowly so you don't choke."

"Good good."

Qin Zhizhi's mouth was greasy and full, like a little hamster.

Wen Wan couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth. Qin Zhizhi ate so deliciously and looked so appetizing that it made people want to support her.

She turned her head to Meng Fu and said, "You eat too."

"Yes."

Meng Fu answered respectfully, and when he picked up the chopsticks, he paused at the right place for each movement.

Very strict, a walking etiquette textbook.

In contrast, Qin Zhizhi's movements were bold and unrestrained. The two seemed like two extremes.

While eating here, at a booth not far away, a woman with a small nose enthusiastically pulled Wen Jingyi who had just arrived.

"Jingyi, you are finally here. I am so happy that you can attend my birthday party."

Seven or eight men and women in the booth were making a fuss.

"Miss Wen is late, so she will be punished."

"Punishment, Miss Wen, drink three cups in a row."

"Yes, yes, yes, drink as a penalty."

"You guys want to punish me? What level?" Wen Jingyi's contemptuous eyes flashed across everyone, and her face showed displeasure.