With Zi Sangyan's status, the young master is at the highest level of the entire society.

Rich social resources provide him with knowledge and experience.

His experience is far beyond the reach of others.

Beauty, a rare resource, is the least noticeable when it comes to the top.

With the blessing of money and power, Zi Sangyan has always been surrounded by beautiful women since he was a child.

Are only the rich the most picky?

The maids serving in the house are all beautiful, picked from thousands.

The basic requirements are graduation from a key university, proficiency in foreign languages, psychology... After putting forward a long list of requirements, they are still only recruiting maids and nannies.

You can imagine how stereotyped beauties look in the eyes of these rich young men who have been satisfied since childhood.

At the top of the social ladder, at such a young age, Sang Yan was already filled with a sense of weariness, the kind of weariness that comes from having all material needs met.

But now, the weariness hidden deep in his eyes has disappeared, replaced by a faint burning black flame.

Miao Qingyu slapped the man's impudent hand away and was busy taking back her glasses, but she missed Zi Sangyan's eyes that were filled with desire.

She put on her glasses and smoothed her messy bangs.

She didn't dare to look at anyone, and pushed away Zi Sang Yan, who was standing there silently and pretending to be a wooden man.

Miao Qingyu ran away in a hurry, secretly warning herself that she would never come to the rooftop again.

The wind blew the door open, and the man who was standing there in a daze lowered his head.

A small piece of forgotten cake, decorated with three or four fresh strawberries sprinkled with powdered sugar.

Zi Sangyan is most intolerant of sweets.

At this moment, the man who was half kneeling on the ground, squatted down and quietly picked up the small box, staring at the small piece of cake in front of him.

His eyes were filled with burning heat, and his Adam's apple rolled up and down several times in hunger.

The person who bought it probably didn't have time to eat it and only took a bite.

After hesitating for a moment, the man, whose desire overcame his reason, picked up the used small fork beside him.

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After leaving the rooftop, Miao Qingyu waited in fear for two or three days, but nothing happened.

She expected that she would be retaliated against if she offended Young Master Zisang.

In reality, life went on as usual, and she seemed to have imagined it, as if she had really thought too much.

That’s right, she is the invisible person on campus.

Who, who cares about her.

Miao Qingyu has never been more grateful for her obscurity than at this moment.

A physique that is ignored and easily overlooked and forgotten.

But, is it really what she wants?

Miao Qingyu came to the classroom in the morning and stuffed her schoolbag into the desk hole.

She felt that her backpack, which was placed in the hole of the table, had hit an obstacle, so she lowered her head and took out her backpack as she was about to sit down.

Looking inside.

The hole in the table, which should have been empty, was now filled with several exquisitely packaged small boxes and bags.

I couldn't see clearly what was in the bag.

Biting her lip, Miao Qingyu subconsciously raised her head.

There were not many people in the classroom, and the few people there were all doing their own things.

According to convention, most of the students should be at the door to welcome the four young masters at this time.

So...so who is it.

Finding no suspect, Miao Qingyu pursed her lips and opened one of the boxes with an embarrassed look.

Inside the box was a custom-made crystal bracelet from a luxury brand.

Miao Qingyu didn't know the value of this bracelet, but anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it was worth a fortune.

After closing the box tremblingly, Miao Qingyu opened the other boxes one by one.

The girl’s favorite jewelry and the exquisitely packaged small cakes in the bag.

When other girls see drawers filled with gifts, regardless of who gave them, at least their vanity is satisfied.

After all, not everyone has the charm to make people spend a lot of money.

Miao Qingyu was very frightened, with tremendous pressure lingering in her heart.

She is clearer than others and lives more transparently.

Any gift in the world has already been secretly marked with a price.

There is no free lunch in the world, and there is no good without reason.

After receiving the inexplicable gift, Miao Qingyu felt tired.

She secretly comforted herself, thinking that maybe someone had sent it to the wrong person.

Maybe before long the person who sent it to the wrong person will find out and come back to get it.

After all, it’s not a small amount.

Miao Qingyu waited and waited, and never left her seat the whole day except to go to the bathroom.

After school in the evening, she thought about it and decided not to take the gifts away.

Maybe, maybe it will disappear the next day.

the next day.

Miao Qingyu looked at the note in her hand. The handwriting on the note was unrestrained and wild.

"Don't you like cake? How about sandwiches?"

The gift that she had deliberately left untouched yesterday was cleared out from the hole in the table and replaced with a new one.

Food, and the big-brand, out-of-season designer bags that girls like.

Miao Qingyu didn't know how to identify the brands of luxury bags.

But who's to blame? The young ladies in his class often have nothing better to do than discuss what bag to carry today and what bag to carry tomorrow.

Miao Qingyu overheard it by accident.

She didn't dare ask her classmates how much the heart-shaped diamond bag she didn't dare take out from the hole in her desk cost, but it was actually not difficult to guess.

The entire bag is inlaid with sparkling diamonds.

Miao Qingyu's hands were trembling.

Her place was the quietest and no one else noticed her at all.

Even if they saw it, they would just glance past it carelessly, so no one knew how scared Miao Qingyu was.

She was in a bad mood that day and was too lazy to eat lunch.

"I'm not saying anything, Zisang, when did your taste become bad?"

I was tired of the dishes carefully prepared by the international chef in the first cafeteria, so I went to the ninth cafeteria to eat.

Ignore the discussions around that have not stopped since the few people arrived.

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