Chapter 76: Mama Literature Shines into Reality

"Ah?"

Zhao Qing was startled, and looked at Pei Zhiwan with wide eyes, "Are you playing so many tricks? Mama Literature Shines into Reality."

"What kind of Mama Literature are they?" Pei Zhiwan smiled, lowered his voice and teased, "Mama Literature at least has pure love, but they can only take what they need."

A few days later, the freshmen of Imperial Capital University began military training.

Everyone wore a uniform military training uniform, and the baggy sleeves and trousers covered the young people's beautiful figures. With a training cap, everyone looked dusty.

Under this premise, Pei Zhiwan, who was fair and tall, stood out even more.

So, before the military training even started for a few days, Pei Zhiwan became famous in the department. Every day after the military training

, there would be boys coming up to her to ask for her WeChat. But Pei Zhiwan was too annoyed and didn't add anyone. "Zhiwan, you are famous in our department," Fang Yun said while applying aloe gel after the military theory class in the evening, "the etiquette team of our school came to inquire about you a few days ago, and it seems that they want to recruit you into their team."

"Really?"

Pei Zhiwan responded absent-mindedly, still thinking about Di Chen in her heart.

It's not that she cares about him, but mainly because that bastard Di Chen framed her and said that he would return to the capital before the school started, but she hadn't received any news from him for a few days since the school started. She

couldn't get anything out of Bian Qu, and she couldn't find Di Yale when she disappeared before. I don't know if it's a psychological effect, but Pei Zhiwan always feels uneasy.

A text message was received on her mobile phone.

Pei Zhiwan took a look and saw that it was sent from an unfamiliar number.

——I'll pick you up at the school gate at six o'clock tomorrow night.

Pei Zhiwan frowned inexplicably, and then she remembered who the number belonged to.

It was Di Nanhuai.

Thinking of this, Pei Zhiwan had a headache.

She almost forgot about him.

It was so annoying.

No, she had to think of an excuse to refuse.

[I have a class tomorrow night, or...you can find someone else?]

The text message was sent, and there was a reply soon.

——I'll wait for you at the school gate at six o'clock tomorrow night

Well, there was no room for negotiation.

At six o'clock the next night.

Pei Zhiwan had just changed out of his military training uniform when his mobile phone rang again.

It was still Di Nanhuai.

He sent a message saying that he had arrived.

At the same time, a new message was added to the dormitory group.

It was a link shared by Fang Yun, and clicked to open the school's confession wall.

Tick-tick Confession Wall V: Misty grass, whose car is that Hillby parked at the gate of our school? [picture.jpg][picture.jpg]

Soon after this dynamic was posted, a string of comments popped up below.

Bai Xiaosheng: Hillby, it takes at least two years from customization, building to picking up the car. In the past two years, it is rare to see such a tasteful guy in the capital.

A Qinqin: But there is no point in driving a Hillby in the city, right? After all, the Hillby is only fast, and you will be fined if you drive so fast in the city.

Pei Zhiwan clicked on the photo and took a look.

She enlarged the photo again and again, and finally saw a small part of Di Nanhuai's profile through the half-open car window.

Who is a good person who drives a sports car to a business dinner?

She thought he did it on purpose.

- If Miss Pei doesn't come, I will wait at the school gate.

Pei Zhiwan was so angry that she was shaking, but there was no other way, so she could only give in.

She deliberately changed into black clothes and black pants, and put on a hat, sunglasses and a mask, for fear that she would be photographed or recognized by people in the school.

The sports car had only two seats, and Di Nanhuai did not bring a driver. He sat in the driver's seat, with the sleeves of his shirt rolled up to his elbows, and a cigarette between his left index and middle fingers, looking like a dandy boy.

"Miss Pei seems to be afraid of being known to be with me?"

When Pei Zhiwan got in the car, Di Nanhuai put out the cigarette in his hand and teased calmly, "Do I look so ugly?"

Pei Zhiwan ignored him, took off his sunglasses and mask, and looked at his phone.

When the car stopped again, the surrounding scene was very unfamiliar. But it looked like Di Nanhuai's private villa.

"Get out of the car," Di Nanhuai stopped the car and got out of the car first, "The stylist is waiting."

Then, before she could react, Pei Zhiwan was taken to the second floor of the villa by Di Nanhuai.

Di Nanhuai prepared a bright red fishtail skirt with a diamond necklace in advance.

The maids in the villa were supposed to help Pei Zhiwan put on the clothes, but they were all driven away by her before they could get up.

"Di Nanhuai is such a jerk, what is this?"

Pei Zhiwan touched the fabric of the skirt with her hand, it didn't look like 100% silk.

And the stitching looked like it was machine-sewn.

Not only was it not hand-sewn, but even the stitching was sloppy.

She put it on while muttering, and then took up the diamond necklace to take a look.

The carat weight was not big enough, the cutting process was not good, and the style was ugly.

Pei Zhiwan put it on her neck while being amazed, she felt like this jerk was taking her for a country bumpkin. He

could buy a sports car worth tens of millions, but he had no money when it came to the dress?

For the skirt she was wearing, including the labor and material costs, it would only cost a few hundred yuan at most.

She was afraid that this tattered skirt would fade and stain her.

"Are you ready?"

Di Nanhuai knocked on the door. "The stylist is waiting."

Pei Zhiwan rolled her eyes and walked over to open the door.

She was wearing a red dress, and the silky, draping material outlined her beautiful figure. She was eighteen or nineteen years old, and she looked good even without makeup.

Di Nanhuai's eyes stayed on Pei Zhiwan, looking her up and down.

"Miss Pei, please follow me."

The stylist who had been waiting in the villa since early morning came over and took Pei Zhiwan to another room.

Then several people worked together, doing makeup and perming her hair. Pei Zhiwan was waiting until she was drowsy.

After about an hour, the buzzing sound of the hair dryer stopped. Pei Zhiwan was gently awakened by the stylist and followed him to the living room of the villa.

"Not bad," Di Nanhuai's eyes were glued to Pei Zhiwan's red lips, his Adam's apple rolling up and down, as if he was a little emotional, "Just a little dressing up, and you will be different immediately."

The living room was eerily quiet. The stylist and makeup artist had already left, and it was unknown when the villa's servant got off work.

Di Nanhuai stood up from the sofa in silence and walked slowly towards Pei Zhiwan.

"You are so beautiful, it's such a pity for you to study finance," he pinched Pei Zhiwan's chin frivolously, making her look at him at eye level, "You have an older brother, it's not your turn to inherit the Pei family's property. Why do you work so hard?"

Pei Zhiwan wanted to laugh after hearing these words.

Di Nanhuai investigated her in advance, that's fine. The key is that after investigating the current situation of the Pei family, he could actually say such high-sounding words to trick her into being his canary.

Are the people in power in their imperial capital so dreamy?