For them, Qiao Yueyue combined the catering industry model of Hong Kong and launched a membership-based private restaurant.

This model, which requires recommendations from others, perfectly satisfies the rich people's desire to feel superior and different from others.

It is said that in order to satisfy the sense of superiority, the price must be very high.

They are not happy if the price is too low, thinking it is not classy. You are looking down on their purchasing power.

This is different from the nobles of Qiao Yueyue's era.

But for your own children, you must give them the green light all the way. Whenever they want to eat, they can go and eat, and just put it on the boss's account.

It was Qi Yunyi's first time here. She followed Song Xinglan closely.

Just looking at Song Xinglan's face, one could tell that he must be a regular customer like a noble. After entering the secluded private room, Qi Yunyi came close to him and stared into his eyes.

"Xingxing, do you come here often?"

"I came here once with Xiao Shen."

"You take Xiao Shen but not me!"

Qi Yunyi was furious when she heard this. This let Lin Shen know that Song Xinglan had only brought him here and not Qi Yunyi. Wouldn't he be very proud?

Just thinking about it, she could even imagine Lin Shen standing with his hands on his hips and looking like a shrewd villain, okay?

Song Xinglan was very calm about the fact that Lin Shen and Qi Yunyi would fight each other whenever they met, and they would always act like they were competing for his favor. He was already used to it and had become immune to it.

He calmly poured Qi Yunyi the scented tea that the store staff had provided. After pouring it, he handed her the cup and spoke:

"Xiao Shen has never worn my clothes."

But, you wore it.

Upon hearing this, Qi Yunyi raised her eyebrows and became happy again.

"He wanted to, but I ransacked your wardrobe."

When Qi Yunyi had short hair in high school, she basically had a neutral style and wore clothes that Song Xinglan had previously owned.

Regarding this peculiar hobby of not wearing new clothes but grabbing other people's old clothes that they can no longer wear...

Well, adults can only comfort themselves that our children know how to save and know that saving is a virtue worth promoting.

What else can you do? Say that your own child, a wild boar, can't eat fine bran?

This is what they don't understand. Song Xinglan is a real clothes hanger. His clothes look very handsome in him. What's wrong with Qi Yunyi picking them up and wearing them?

After she put it on, didn't she become the white moonlight 'male god' who amazed others for years?

The weather is hot and Qi Yunyi doesn't drink ice water unless it is ice soda. Otherwise, she usually drinks boiled hot water.

It's already hot, and drinking hot water makes it even hotter.

The scented tea was warm. Qi Yunyi drank the water in the cup and then ate the fruit.

Most of the dishes ordered by Song Xinglan were summer dishes to increase appetite, so Qi Yunyi ate a little more.

She ate little, and the rest was taken care of by Song Xinglan.

After dinner, the weather became cooler.

Qi Yunyi followed Song Xinglan and told him about Duan Zi's fabrication of rumors about them.

After she finished speaking, Song Xinglan stopped.

Qi Yunyi thought he was speaking up for her, and said generously, "I've already scolded her."

Song Xinglan hummed and continued walking forward. After a few steps, he suddenly asked, "Which forum?"

There are quite few forums at present. This forum was created by people from relevant majors at Peking University. The main users are basically all Peking University students.

Song Xinglan didn't take her back to school, but took her to a house near the school.

Zhao Huaijiang had been waiting there for a long time. It was always Zhao Huaijiang who was waited for by others, but when it came to Qi Yunyi, he was usually the one waiting for Qi Yunyi.

Qi Yunyi had never expected that Mrs. Ye giving her the house would make her realize that she had already realized her biggest dream when she first came here.

From now on, please call her the landlady.

Qi Yunyi stared at her name on the certificate, looking left and right, unable to let it go.

Song Xinglan: I understand, Yi Yi likes houses.

Zhao Huaijiang: I understand. Houses will always be my mother’s favorite.

Zhao Huaijiang immediately started his plan. Giving away a house?

Only someone with the surname Ye will give it?

Qi Yunyi suddenly had a great harvest. She was so surprised that she was suddenly so surprised that she couldn't move.

"Okay, I understand. That's fine. I know I'm a wealthy woman now, and I'll never think about hooking up with a rich woman again, okay?"

Zhao Huaijiang turned around suddenly: "How could you have such a dangerous idea?"

Song Xinglan also turned around: "Hanging out with a rich woman?"

It took him a while to understand the literal meaning of hanging out with a rich woman, and then he looked at Qi Yunyi helplessly.

As a girl, how could she have such an idea?

Being stared at by the two, Qi Yunyi said confidently: "I am not in good health and cannot endure hardship."

So, she doesn't respond to hard tactics, she has to accept soft tactics, so is there any problem with her hooking up with rich women?

What are you looking at?

Zhao Huaijiang withdrew his gaze.

It shouldn't be the same words he usually says without restraint, right?

Not sure.

I feel a little guilty... Never mind, let's just forget about it.

Anyway, Jiang Mei's purpose is just to let her child understand that she doesn't need to be moved by a house. As long as this purpose is achieved, it's fine.

The goal was indeed achieved. Qi Yunyi received a call from her mother and listened to her careful teachings.

The core is still those few words: we are rich, very rich, very rich, we are a wealthy family ourselves, and you are the rich girl of the past, do you understand?

Don’t envy others for being rich, and don’t be moved by their generosity.

After seeing Zhao Huaijiang off, Qi Yunyi leaned against the door and watched Song Xinglan tidying up the room and changing the sheets and quilt covers. She still felt a little uneasy.

Qi Yunyi felt unsteady under her feet, so she stepped forward and hugged Song Xinglan, using her hands to try to throw him to the ground.

It didn't work.

"Xingxing, you're a little too heavy."

She attributed her failure to her friend's weight.

What I'm saying is that the failure of the takedown definitely wasn't her fault. We need to look for the reasons from others. Have they tried hard all these years? Have they exercised self-control? Why hasn't the weight gone down? Why hasn't it gone down? Why is it going up?

Just as she was about to let go, another hand appeared on her hand. Song Xinglan tilted his head slightly and said to her, "Try again now."

Qi Yunyi was a person who listened to advice. Song Xinglan asked her to try again, so she really tried it again.

This time it was very successful, and Song Xinglan successfully lay on the ground.

Qi Yunyi squatted on the ground and poked his chest with her hand: "You can't get up now?"

"I really can't get up."

"Please beg me, call me sister and I'll pull you up."

"Please."

"And call me sister."

Song Xinglan didn't scream. He took Qi Yunyi's hand and sat up with a little effort. On the contrary, it was some little loser who lost his balance and fell forward when he was pulled.

Logically speaking, if Master Yang saw her useless behavior, he would definitely cover his face and not want to admit that she was one of his disciples whom he had raised since childhood.