Su Wanwan subconsciously adjusted the overly large black-frad glasses on her nose and refused, "I don’t want to!"
"Wanwan..."
"No way!" Su Wanwan left no room for negotiation.
Zhou Miaomiao widened her eyes, "Su Wanwan, I’ve been bullied to this extent, can’t you help vent a bit? How decent can a man who likes soone like Sun Xiaotong be? If there’s a real beauty in front of him, would he even care about Sun Xiaotong? I can’t wait to see that bitch’s face then!"
Su Wanwan sighed, "Miaomiao, other things might be okay, but not this. I really can’t do it."
Zhou Miaomiao rolled her eyes in anger.
Su Wanwan remained unmoved.
At this mont, there was suddenly a commotion at the door of the private room.
When the man walked in, the whole room fell silent for a mont.
As if by fate, Su Wanwan looked up and saw that familiar face.
Su Wanwan knew how handso he was, with delicate features that didn’t seem feminine at all. His dark brows and eyes, lips always slightly curved, seed gentle and kind at first glance, but in fact, this man was inherently alienated and indifferent. No one could enter his heart.
Three years without eting, his features beca even clearer and defined, yet the gentle and quiet smile at the corner of his lips remained unchanged.
Su Wanwan took a deep breath, lowered her head, her smile slightly bitter.
Beside her, Zhou Miaomiao was nearly breathless, she said through gritted teeth, "Oh my God! I don’t believe it! How did that bitch Sun Xiaotong manage to find a boyfriend so handso!"
The other people’s reactions in the room were similar to Zhou Miaomiao’s.
Sun Xiaotong was very satisfied with the shocked looks from her classmates, especially their angry and resentful gazes; she even deliberately glanced provocatively at Zhou Miaomiao.
Then coquettishly said to the man beside her, "Ze, these are all my classmates. Co sit over here."
Mu Yuze, whose initially lazy gaze now seed to focus slightly, glanced around, and when his gaze passed Su Wanwan, it seed to pause slightly.
Then he replied with a faint "hm" and sat down with Sun Xiaotong on the sofa.
Sun Xiaotong, intending to irritate Zhou Miaomiao, chose to sit close to them. Su Wanwan could see his naturally stretched-out long legs when she lowered her head.
Su Wanwan sighed, wanting to leave but not wanting to face this man.
Though he probably had already completely forgotten her.
After calming down, Zhou Miaomiao picked up a glass of wine and said with a flowery smile to Mu Yuze, "Hello, handso. I’m Xiaotong’s good friend. She told us she hooked a second-generation wealthy young man, and I could hardly believe it!"
Sun Xiaotong’s face changed instantly, "What nonsense are you saying?"
She wished to claw at Zhou Miaomiao’s face, but with Mu Yuze beside her, she didn’t want him to see her losing composure, so she pouted, "Ze, I would never say sothing like that. You have to believe . My friend is just jealous of ."
"Mm, I believe you." The man’s smile remained indifferent, so indifferent it seed casual.
Zhou Miaomiao saw this and was infuriated to the point of stomach pain.
She suddenly nudged Su Wanwan beside her, "Wanwan, don’t just drink by yourself! Co, let’s have a drink together!"
She raised her glass as she spoke.
Of course, Sun Xiaotong wouldn’t give her face, secretly rolling her eyes and staying motionless. Mu Yuze was playing with his wine glass, but his gaze fell on Su Wanwan.
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