Zhang Jingshu's pounce forward was quickly stopped by Zeng Shouxin, who was sitting next to her, and then quickly grabbed a handful of melon seeds from a small plate on the table and put them into Zhang Jingshu's hand: "Jingshu, this is your favorite creamy smell. I ordered it specifically. Will it be easy to see?"

While talking, Zeng Shouxin pressed Zhang Jingshu back to his seat again, and pointedly pointedly to Jinxiu's direction. Zhang Jingshu raised his eyes and saw Jinxiu's little pink fist proudly. He suddenly felt cold, as if he was pouring from a bucket of cold water to his feet.

Although Jinxiu's little hands are slender and beautiful, Zhang Jingshu, who is in the same class, knows that it would not be so wonderful if the pink and tender little pink fists hit the body. After all, Jinxiu's fists are more famous in their class, not to mention the department, and even the whole school, there are countless boys who fall under the double little pink fists.

Especially Zhang Jingshu remembered that one time in a social performance, Jinxiu waved this pair of small pink fists and punched a wooden board that was less than 1 mm in half. So Zhang Jingshu was a little self-aware of this point. Just the two taels of flesh were not enough to see at all. She didn't think that her skin would be stronger than the 1 mm in wooden board.

After thinking clearly, Zhang Jingshu's cold sweat came down, and she was secretly glad that Zeng Shouxin was a quick move. Otherwise, if she really rushed up, the iron fist that was merciless towards her would definitely be Jinxiu's merciless iron fist. In fact, Zhang Jingshu was also very self-aware and knew that Jinxiu wanted to beat her for a day or two, but because she didn't know where she came from, she didn't easily do anything to the idea of ​​not swaying her fists at ordinary people first.

Moreover, Zhang Jingshu was also very obedient. She only dared to speak on weekdays. If it was just a verbal dispute, Jinxiu would not be able to punch her. However, if she attacked this person first, the situation would be completely different. Zhang Jingshu didn't think that this person would let her hit her. As a woman, Jinxiu had no taboo to not hit a woman, and Zhang Jingshu also knew that it would not take a day or two to wait for such an opportunity.

In fact, if it were the past, Zhang Jingshu would not lose her mind and want to do something like this, but mainly because the shock brought to her by Jian'er today was too great. She never thought that one day, Jian'er would become so beautiful like this ugly duckling, and she was so beautiful that she felt ashamed of herself.

Although Zhang Jingshu called Jian'er "Tu Niu, Tu Niu" as soon as she entered the door, she was not really blind. Although she said "Tu Niu" at once, Zhang Jingshu knew very well that Jian'er now had no connection with these two words, and she understood the meaning in the eyes of other students present, compared with the "Tu Niu" Song Jian'er in her mouth. These people think they are more like "Tu Niu".

This perception made Zhang Jingshu almost crazy. In her impression, the poor and rustic, who was snatched her boyfriend but didn't even dare to fart a "little turtle girl". Today, she turned into a goddess who could make all men crazy. For this reason, Zhang Jingshu looked at Jian'er's face more than one secretly. She was confident that as a veteran in the plastic surgery industry, she could definitely see that even if Jian'er had a knife on her face or body.

But whether she looked left or right, up or down, Jian'er's beauty was so natural, and what made Zhang Jingshu most jealous was that after looking closely, she did not pick out Jian'er's faults. Instead, she saw that the makeup on Jian'er's face was so thin that it could almost be said to be almost bare-faced. But since that, Jian'er's good skin showed more delicate and white skin than her carefully decorated face.

This is beyond your face, and there is no need to mention temperament. In addition, Jinxiu poked her body hard, which made Zhang Jingshu lose his mind in an instant and wanted to use her weakness - to do it!…

Zhang Jingshu, who was stopped, took a deep breath, and barely turned her face, which was a little distorted, back to her original position. She twitched the corners of her mouth and tried to pull out a smile. Then she stretched out her hand and tried to smooth out the new type she had just taken care of in beauty treatment. She twisted her slightly blessed figure into a slightly changed "S" shape, and then she said with some thought: "Oh, there is no way. The family is good, and girls like me don't have to work hard to work everywhere. Every day, she has nothing to do, and she can only do beauty treatment and beating boring time. This is all fate..."

Zhang Jingshu, the last word "fate", deliberately stretched out the tone, raised the ending tone, and looked at Jian'er with a point of view, with a lust. Her face was so beautiful. What's the difference between this face and body? How strong is our Miss Zhang compared to these poor people here? We have a good birth! We have a rich father! Have you heard of it? This reincarnation is also a technical job!

Zhang Jingshu looked at Jian'er's face without any flaws again with jealous eyes. If we can't look like this, we can even make it like this even if we have money! So what if we have money, we can go to liposuction if we have money! If we don't have thin waist, we are afraid of what to do. I haven't seen the kind of plastic surgery that is very popular in Europe and the United States now. As long as we remove the two ribs that do not have, we can immediately have a slim waist that ordinary people cannot match!

Besides, Song Jian'er has become more beautiful now and has become more elegant. What's the use of Zeng Shouxin? Didn't you choose her in the end? Everything is fake in front of money, and we have money! We can be so willful!

Thinking of this, Zhang Jingshu's self-confidence suddenly expanded unprecedentedly. She thrust her waist and even more proudly and stroked the sapphire earrings hanging on her ears and the diamond necklace on her neck that she had just wrapped around her father. In the end, she shook her little hand wearing a diamond ring.

"I said, Song Jian'er, why did you just let Ouyang Jinxiu charge you in front? You're not talking nonsense, tell me, where have you been working recently? I don't want to say, this woman can't know how to work all day long, and those who work are old! If you really can't come to see me, for the sake of old classmates, I'm asking for you for your job, and I have to help you with cleaning every day, and I'll make a K for you a month, so relax!" While pretending to be like I'm good for you, Zhang Jingshu didn't dare to face Jinxiu anymore. We pick up the persimmons, so she just clicked Jian'er's name. I don't believe that I can't deal with Ouyang Jinxiu and you can't deal with you, a "little rustic girl".

When Jin Xiu's words changed, when she was about to speak and retort, a small white little hand gently pulled her. Jin Xiu turned around and saw Jian'er shaking her head at her. Jin Xiu's face became even more ugly. Didn't Jian'er, a stupid girl, hear what she said just now? She still wanted to endure it.

But before Jinxiu could say anything, Jian'er suddenly smiled and opened her pearl lips lightly: "You don't have to bother. I guess that's the job that your dad specially reserved for you. How can we have the nerve to grab it with you?" Then she sighed, "Your dad really loves you!"

Everyone who had been paying attention to the movement here almost burst out laughing when they heard Jian'er's counterattack. Unexpectedly, the young transparent girl in her previous class had such a good eloquence. Looking at Comrade Zhang Jingshu, who had a disbelief when he heard Jian'er's words, he really couldn't bear to speak out and sprinkle salt on this person's wounds. After all, today, people are the rich man who is the owner, so they have to give people some face.

Others have concerns, but Jinxiu doesn't. As soon as Jian'er said that, Jinxiu could not help but laugh. It's rare, rare! I haven't seen Jian'er's sharp teeth and sharp mouth for a long time. Usually this girl has used this poisonous tongue to deal with her. Now let others taste the sarcastic tongue of the Song school, especially for the person in front of her, it's so satisfying!…

Unexpectedly, his words would be blocked, and he was Song Jianer, who had never dared to say anything without being ridiculed by him. Zhang Jingshu felt deeply insulted, and the reason he had just found was instantly thrown back to Java, and replaced by Zhang's shrewd-like appearance.

"Ah! I don't even look at my virtue. I am born with a sour look. I'm kind enough to introduce you to you and dare to pick and choose people. Even if you are like this, even if you sweep the street, people may not be willing to accept you." Zhang Jingshu, who lost her mind, screamed.

"That's right, why would someone else accept me? Didn't this job be reserved for you specifically?" Jian'er replied leisurely, then sighed with concern again, "But Zhang Jingshu, I'm really a little worried about you doing this job? Although it's simple, it may be really difficult for you. Don't be quit if you don't do it well, it won't look good."

"You..." Zhang Jingshu was swallowed and said nothing, and she was breathing with her eyebrows raised.

"Me? What's wrong with me? Thank you for your concern, we're going to be fine." Jian'er leaned back and looked at Zhang Jingshu with anticipation and smiles, wanting to see what else this person could scold.

"I know, you are jealous! Isn't it just a frightened rich man?" Zhang Jingshu suddenly looked like I understand you and glanced at Jian'er, and then said in a sarcastic tone, "What's the use of people who can't afford to buy a brand of clothes? No matter how good the mouth is, the little sparrow's mouth cannot become a phoenix!"

"Well, can I say something?" Zheng Shuang, who was watching the fun, raised her hand, "To clarify, although Jian'er is not wearing a brand, the value of 'Dream Autumn' is not comparable to those brands. This is Milan's high-end customization!"

Zheng Shuang, who was so lively that she was so lively, didn't want to speak, but Zhang Jingshu's words had already hit her door. It was a coincidence that the image design studio where Jian'er and Jinxiu also held shares, and were one of the bosses. Zheng Shuang recognized the "Dream Autumn" worn by Jian'er from the beginning. After all, it was the "store treasure" in her studio. Now that her clothes are humiliated, it is related to reputation, which is a big deal!

"What? Milan's high-end customization? Really fake?" The people next to them couldn't help it. How could the legendary high-end customization be missed? (To be continued)
Chapter completed!