Zhuo Qiang leaned over and whispered in his ear, "I know you managed to get her once!"
Lu Yang's face turned even redder. This Zhuo Qiang could say anything.
"What did you say?" Mu Zishan heard it clearly. The "done" Zhuo Qiang mentioned must not be just an ordinary "done". "Lu Yang, go ahead!"
"Um, why didn't your period come? Did you get it last time?" Lu Yang hesitated. According to the time he calculated, it has been three months since the last time. Her period has not come this month. He speculated that it might be because she was drunk last time.
She stared at him with wide eyes. What was he thinking? What did it have to do with him whether her period came or not? It seemed that when people had some free time, they would start to think about random things: "Am I pregnant?" She looked at the two of them suspiciously, their jaws about to drop to the ground.
"Really?" Lu Yang walked to her side.
"Fake!" Mu Zishan slapped him, "What are you thinking?"
"Hahaha!" Zhuo Qiang had watched a good show. Lu Yang's face turned blue and white, just like the face-changing trick in Sichuan Opera.
Nothing actually happened between Lu Yang and Mu Zishan last time. Both of them were drunk and unconscious, and at most they just hugged each other to keep warm.
They still had a year until graduation, and their classmates were either busy going abroad or looking for jobs. The idle rich second generation like them were the envy of others. Lu Yang always defended himself, feeling that compared to Zhuo Qiang, he was living a decent life. After all, countless Chinese people were using the internet products he developed.
Zhuo Qiang is the most shameless one among the second-generation rich. After playing with the chastity of the school beauty, he turned against her and wandered endlessly in the world of flowers and flowers under the pretext of being single.
After an hour of hard work, the loophole in her database was finally patched. The hacker was like a mosquito in Lu Yang's hands, and he was probably vomiting blood now.
They didn't know that she used such a huge network system to build a powerful network of relationships, in which the characters were both virtual and real. In other words, she could continuously obtain real-time information about the city from this system as long as she wanted.
Lu Yang got up early to exercise and saw a high school student in school uniform standing outside the door. He was a little surprised: "Who are you looking for?"
"Who are you?" asked the arrogant girl.
"I am..." He was a little nervous. According to past experience, any woman who came to his door early in the morning was related to Zhuo Qiang. "Go find Zhuo Qiang. He didn't come back last night."
"Who is Zhuo Qiang?"
"Zhuo Qiang is..." He realized his mistaken thinking, "If not him, then who are you looking for?"
"I'm looking for the private detective who lives here!" She walked straight in, but was stopped by the aunt who came out. It seemed that she also thought this woman was here to settle a score with Zhuo Qiang. "The way you treat your customers is really unique."
"Let her in!" Mu Zishan kicked the door open and said.
Although this was not a homicide case, she was satisfied with the price offered by the other party and reached an agreement very readily.
After breakfast, Lu Yang went to the company for a meeting with Zhuo Yang, who had just returned and changed his clothes. Mu Zishan, dressed in student clothes, jumped into their car.
Zhuo Qiang looked at her in surprise. It was the first time he saw the perfect curves of an oriental woman like Mu Zishan, and he did not hide his admiration at all.
Lu Yang said: "Don't you have a car?"
"Idiot, have you ever seen a high school student driving his own car to school?" Mu Zishan put down his schoolbag.
"Another case?" Zhuo Qiang said with his lips raised.
"A student came this morning. I didn't expect she is so famous now." Lu Yang looked at the car in front, "But she looks quite rich." When he came back from running, he saw the female student getting into a Bentley.
"It's okay," she chuckled. "I don't mind money, but seriously, there's a reporter who's been pestering me for an interview lately. Do you think I should accept or not?"
Lu Yang and Zhuo Qiang looked at each other and stopped talking. This woman not only loves money, but also fame!
Soon, she successfully sneaked into the client's high school and sat in the original empty seat. Even when other students were clamoring for this strange classmate, her "deskmate" lay on the table without any reaction.
"Pa pa pa!" She knocked on the table forcefully, stopping the noise. "Mu Zishan, my name." In addition to smiling, she also brought other things. She took out a few boxes of chocolates from her schoolbag and put them on the table of the classmate next to her. "I'll treat everyone." Her deskmate blinked and saw her outdated school uniform through the sunlight, with something on it that he couldn't even name. He felt a little disgusted at first.
She leaned close to his face and took a closer look. "Are you Tang Song?"
The other party was fully awake: "Who are you?" He stood up, kicked over her chair, and stood up.
She shrugged, pretending nothing had happened, put the stool away, and sat down quietly. They were attending class as normal, and she was typing as normal, playing with her pen, eating and drinking behind Tang Song, and even standing outside chewing gum while going to the bathroom.
Until the other party could no longer tolerate her behavior, she took out her cell phone and said, "Time's up!" and turned around and left.
She used the same method to stay with him for two days. Later, sitting in the Bentley, she put the collected information in the girl's hand: "There are photos of him and that girl interacting, but not of a relationship. As for the incident you mentioned..." She paused, "She must be the instigator."
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