Before Song Baojun could answer, Liu Xiyue replied in the car: "Let's go on a date, you are such a stupid guy, why are you talking nonsense? By the way, you were really ugly when you played basketball yesterday."

Rong Chuanlin couldn't help but take a step back, and the travel bag in his hand fell to the ground. His face instantly pale, full of a frustrating expression of wanting to vomit blood but unable to vomit.

Song Baojun took advantage of the situation to get rid of the stupid big man, got into the car and asked, "Small girl, I still want to go home, where are you telling me to go?"

"How many times have you said it, call me sister!" Liu Xiyue turned the steering wheel and drove towards the overpass in the car, saying, "I have a party tonight, and you can accompany me."

Song Baojun wanted to say something, but Liu Xiyue said again: "If you like, go, go, get off the car if you don't go, I won't stop you!"

Seeing that she was serious and serious, Song Baojun closed his mouth awkwardly and did not dare to joke anymore.

During the peak traffic flow from get off work in the afternoon, the car stopped and stopped on the road, and it was delayed for half an hour, and then blocked it at a red light intersection. Song Baojun was bored and looked around, and suddenly found that Liu Xiyue was a little different. During class in the afternoon, she was wearing jeans, sneakers and jacket, and now she changed into a purple dress and black high heels. She also carefully put on her face, and a faint fragrance on her nose.

"What are you looking at? Do you think it's embarrassing to sit in my car?" Liu Xiyue saw Song Baojun's restless look and immediately got angry again and cursed: "Can you act a little more normal?"

"It's you that's not normal." Song Baojun said, thinking about adding: "I understand that my aunt is here."

"Okay, it's because I'm not normal. I'm a little annoyed these days."

Liu Xiyue sighed, as if she had remembered something, turned around and reached out to her hand to take a paper bag from the back seat and handed it to Song Baojun: "Buy it for you."

Song Baojun did not expect that the shrew Liu had such kindness. He immediately opened the paper bag in surprise and joy. It contained a cigarette "Huangxianglou 1975". There was also a simple kraft paper box, with the black logo on it very conspicuous: "Zippo years are silent", it turned out to be a lighter.

This limited edition zippo lighter for the Year Silent Limited Edition is made of brass. It is made of silver on the front and a fallen leaf on the back. As the saying goes, "Spring flowers and autumn leaves, the years are silent", it is extremely important. The appearance is ordinary and grand, simple and heavy, and the feel is very comfortable.

Zippo lighters, which are originally fever products, have become "a weapon for show off" in recent years. The cheapest one or two hundred yuan is worth thousands of yuan. It seems that every boy shows a literary and decadent style when playing with a cigarette butt in his hand. Moreover, the genuine version looks down on high-quality imitation versions, the limited edition looks down on genuine versions, the old products look down on new products, and the out-of-print products look down on old products.

Song Baojun played with zippo for a while, put it back on the box, took it apart Huangxiang Tower 1975 and held it in his mouth.

Liu Xiyue seemed to say inadvertently: "You have to remember that you can only smoke in my car so far." She stopped deliberately, as if waiting for Song Baojun to express his joy for the new gift.

Unexpectedly, Song Baojun didn't say anything, took out the Vietnam War commemorative aluminum lighter from his pocket and lit the cigarette, took a deep breath, and looked out the window bored.

"Hey, what do you mean?" Liu Xiyue couldn't help but shout, "I think the things I bought for you are not good?"

Song Baojun looked back and saw the girl's eyebrows raised and her almond eyes widened, as if a storm was about to break out. He cried out in secret, so he quickly took out his zippo and rubbed it in his hand, with an expression of love on his face, and said, "I don't even want to use the things given by the girl. I must keep them well and keep them as a family heirloom treasure. I will pass them on to my son in the future, so that he can understand that this is the token of love given to my father by my mother."

"Just talk nonsense!"

Seeing the street lights on, the vehicle in front of him moved slowly, and the squad leader started the car with a pretty face and followed.

When he came to the Dream Bear Clothing Store, Song Baojun couldn't touch his head: "What? It turned out that he asked me to come and shop with you. If he didn't say it earlier, I would be worrying for nothing."

"What are you worried about?" Liu Xiyue took him directly to the men's clothing area and ordered the manager who came to respond: "Please choose a good suit for him."

"Buy clothes for me? I have bought one last time. I still bought it this time?" As soon as Song Baojun finished speaking, the manager pushed it into the locker room.

A dark gray slim suit with a white striped shirt, casual trousers, and a buckle-style leather belt. There is no need to change the leather shoes. Song Baojun has always occupied Tan Qingkai's pair of metal-inlaid pointed leather shoes that are exactly in line with this outfit.

Liu Xiyue asked the manager to cut off the clothing signs, wrap the clothes, and then dragged him into the car.

Song Baojun became more and more confused: "Xiaomei, what do you want me to do? Let me give you a reason."

"Didn't you ask you to accompany me to the party? What's so great about changing clothes first?" Liu Xiyue pouted her lips and said, "Why did you see you wearing them once when I bought you last time?"

"I can't bear to wear the clothes that Xiaomei gave me, so I keep them as a family heirloom treasure and pass them on to my son in the future..."

Liu Xiyue shouted coldly: "Shut up! You can't be more serious if you talk nonsense all day long!"

It seemed that I felt that my speech was too heavy, and after a while, I said, "My party is more important. It was organized by the Jingwuyi Association. You must be serious and don't let me lose face."

Song Baojun asked, "What is the origin of this Wuyihui?"

"The Wuyi Club is a small organization built by young ladies from aristocratic families who are studying in college. There are children from the four major families in Xiangjing and sons of officials and businessmen. They share resources with each other and promote development. They seem to be happy, but in fact they compete with each other and fight fiercely. The Wuyi Club is of a high level and does not have a certain identity. Even if they cry and shout, they will not let you join. Ordinary people have never heard of the name of this organization."

“It feels quite not easy.”

"It's not just that." Liu Xiyue said: "The fathers of the Wuyi Society cover all political, economic, cultural, and even industrial, and the resources they have are unimaginable to ordinary people. Perhaps the cost of a meal is equal to the food expenses of ordinary people for three to five years. Perhaps the information that the Wuyi Society changes with * is not easy for ordinary people to find out in their entire lives. Relying on the shade of their fathers, the Wuyi Society members started far earlier than others. When other students were still looking for jobs and working hard for three meals a day, the Wuyi Society members had already taken the position of deputy general manager arranged by their fathers and began to issue orders to their former classmates."

Song Baojun said: "You said so nicely, then are you also a member of the Wuyi Society?"

Liu Xiyue nodded and said, "The current president of Wuyi Association is Mr. Wei from the Wei family in Jingjing. They are developing members of the Chazhou area. They have invited me several times last year, and I only agree to participate now."

Song Baojun wanted to ask what your family is doing, but he felt that it was not good to ask about the other party’s family situation in this way, so he changed his words and said, “Then was Wuyi’s launch of this party?”

"Yes, there are several members who have recently joined the association, including me, so the president of the Tea State Branch of Wuyihui arranged a party to let everyone know and understand. Everyone must bring a partner, so you have to perform better today."

Song Baojun looked at his watch and said, "It's only past five o'clock now, so the party is so early?"

"Start at nine o'clock in the evening, so go to your house now."

"Go to my house?" Song Baojun was shocked.

"Yes, we have been to your house. We have been so old classmates for so long. Wouldn't it be better to have a meal at your house? Who are there in the family? Dad, mom? Do you have any brothers and sisters?" Liu Xiyue stopped the car in front of a gift shop.

"And, there are two sisters."

"Oh, how old are sisters?"

"One is sixteen years old, in the first year of high school, and the other is twelve years old, in the sixth grade of elementary school."

"Your family is really a guerrilla."

Song Baojun hurriedly grabbed Liu Xiyue and said, "Okay, you don't have to buy anything when you go to my house for dinner. It's a joke. My family said it's the best family in Chazhou, and no one dares to doubt it."

Liu Xiyue patted his hand hard and said, "The first time I went to your house to be a guest, isn't it reasonable to buy things? Do you think I am really a rich lady who can help me get clothes and eat, and I don't know anything?"

"Okay, then buy a few, no more than fifty dollars."

Liu Xiyue thought he was a fool and went straight into the gift shop.

Four bottles of Maotai wine stored in thirty years, each bottle of 12,000 yuan, and four Huangxianglou 1975 cigarettes, each of which costs 1,000 yuan, which is more than 50,000 yuan. Liu Xiyue brushes her credit card without blinking.

I went to Louis Vuitton store and bought three women's handbags with a uniform style, and finally went to the jewelry store to get three jade bracelets.

Song Baojun was sweating profusely and didn't even dare to touch him. He stuttered and said, "Big, sister, are you going to let me marry into the Liu family?"

Liu Xiyue also developed a lot of immunity to his teasing words and replied with a smile: "If you are willing to marry into a family, it will be true. My dad will definitely like you when he sees it."

"I, my status is low, no, I dare not see my future father-in-law. Uh, what are my father-in-law's interests and hobbies?"

Liu Xiyue snorted and said, "He is very boring. He likes it the most all day long. He talks about Tang poetry and Song lyrics, and what Zi said about poetry and poetry. He happens to have a common topic with you."

Song Baojun said: "Didn't you say that my father-in-law is in business? Why does it sound like a cultured person?"

"He used to be a university professor, but later he couldn't make it anymore, so he went into business. He still missed his poems and songs for decades."

"Oh, it turns out that my father-in-law is both educated and rich, which is quite good." Song Baojun remembered the stadium fight. When the school heard that Liu Xiyue was also involved, he immediately stopped to investigate, indicating that Liu Xiyue was amazingly famous. Could it be that her father used to be a leading cadre at Chazhou University?
Chapter completed!