Meng Lan's test results left everyone silent.
Honestly, her criteria for choosing a partner are understandable. Everyone has the right to pursue a happy life, and a solid financial foundation is essential for a happy life. So, there's nothing wrong with looking at family background, background, and academic qualifications.
Who doesn’t want to find a better partner?
But the mistake was that Meng Lan was too hypocritical. She clearly cared so much about material things, yet she pretended to be otherworldly, making everyone around her look vulgar.
She's not looking for love, she's just looking for fame.
Thinking of this, Wan Annie couldn't help but curl her lips and reveal a sarcastic smile.
Ou Lu suppressed her discomfort and tried to smooth things over for Meng Lan: "This is just a toy, not a real lie detector. Its results may not be accurate. Just listen to it and don't take it seriously."
Meng Lan quickly looked at him with tears of gratitude.
Wan Annie rolled her eyes, put her hand into Totoro's belly, and pouted at Yi Jiangnan: "Ask me who my favorite guest is."
Yi Jiangnan asked again with a smile.
Wan Annie exclaimed, "I like Meng Lan the most!"
Totoro retorted just as loudly, "You're lying!"
Wan Annie laughed happily, "It really understands me well!"
Yi Jiangnan suddenly asked: "Do you like Yi Jiangnan?"
Wan Annie's cheeks flushed for a moment, and she immediately shook her head: "I don't like it."
Totoro huffed, "You're lying! You like it!"
Its round belly revealed red hearts made up of light shadows, making Wan Annie's already rosy face even more charming.
Yi Jiangnan clapped his hands and laughed, then reached out and rubbed Wan Annie's head, his face full of pampering and satisfaction.
Wan Anni was about to make a few more excuses, but seeing Yi Jiangnan's expression, she was speechless. She turned her face to the window, smiled secretly, and then said to Ou Lu, "Try it yourself and you'll know if it works."
In order to show his openness, Ou Lu had to put his hand in.
Wan Annie opened her mouth and asked, "Do you like Meng Lan?"
Ou Lu quickly glanced at Meng Lan and nodded, "I like it."
The Totoro rolled his eyes and said reluctantly, "Forget it."
Ou Lu's eyes flickered, a hint of surprise in his heart. The accuracy of this lie detector far exceeded his expectations. Its judgment was correct. Compared to the other guests, he did prefer Meng Lan, but this liking was still superficial, far from the level of obsession.
Wan Anni asked again, "Meng Lan just told so many lies. Has your impression of her decreased? Do you mind?"
Ou Lu shook her head subconsciously: "I don't mind."
Totoro immediately denied it: "You're lying!"
So I still mind.
Wan Annie tapped Ou Lu with her finger, a subtle smile on her face. Meng Lan, sitting nearby, was so embarrassed she wished she could crawl under the ground. This game, originally meant for Zhuang Li, had somehow turned into a public execution for her.
What would the audience think if this video were broadcast?
Will the high popularity she has accumulated recently plummet?
"Don't worry, that won't happen. With Zhuang Li blocking the way, the audience will only scold him, not you. The more he and Xi Ming show affection in front of the camera, the more the audience will want to kill him. Besides, everyone knows that this is just a toy, and no one will believe that it can really measure accurately." The system comforted in a gentle voice.
"You're right, Zhuang Li should be able to help me block the knife." Meng Lan quickly regained her composure.
She forced a smile and said, "See, this is not accurate at all."
Ou Lu quickly pulled his hand back and agreed, "Indeed, it's not allowed."
Wan Annie became more and more contemptuous of the two people, but did not say anything else.
She had long since seen who was human and who was a ghost in this house. Zhuang Li and Xi Ming were trustworthy and reliable seniors; Jing Jing and Xia Xia were sincere friends; Lin Cai Xiu was a fence-sitter with no principles; Ou Lu and Meng Lan were both hypocritical; Yi Jiangnan...
Wan Annie rubbed her red face and didn't dare to think too much about it.
Zhuang Li took Xi Ming's hand and stood up, saying, "Let's go back and sort out the clutter." After that, he took out his cell phone and dialed Chang Jinbo's number.
Chang Jinbo, who was hiding on the second floor, came down quickly, waving his phone and asked, "Why are you calling me?"
He had wanted to hide away and gather his thoughts, but he couldn't resist Zhuang Li's call. He would follow him around involuntarily at the mere beckoning of his index finger.
"I'll go back and pack my things, and you can help me send them to Han Kun." Zhuang Li explained briefly.
Chang Jinbo then remembered the previous agreement and nodded obediently.
Cameraman Xiao Liu quickly caught up with the three of them. Returning a gift from an ex-boyfriend is also a good material, so it must be filmed.
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The original owner paid special attention to the quality of life. The large flat he rented was more than 200 square meters, and he also set aside a separate room to store luxury goods.
Zhuang Li was putting these luxury goods into the box one by one at this moment, without any reluctance on his face.
Chang Jinbo squatted beside him to help count, stealing glances at him from time to time.
Xi Ming came over with a diary printed with a luxury brand's logo, his expression slightly complicated. "Do you want to send this back too?"
Zhuang Li took the diary, flipped through a few pages casually, and then was stunned.
The diary was already halfway filled, but the original owner had violently torn out the first hundred pages, leaving only a few dozen thin pages, which repeated the same question in a poignant manner: "Without money, do I not deserve to be loved? Without money, do I not deserve to be loved? Without money, do I not deserve to be loved..."
The sharp pen tip scratched the page, which showed the painful struggle and collapse the original owner was going through when writing these words.
Cameraman Xiao Liu quickly cut to a close-up of the diary.
Zhuang Li stared at these repeated questions and finally sighed.
"We all guessed wrong. It turns out that Zhuang Li loved Han Kun." He said in his mind.
7480 sighed, "Yes, he was serious once."
Zhuang Li looked at the date of the diary entry, his eyes flashed, then he opened his phone and found a picture that the original owner had kept in the memo.
The picture was taken from a WeChat chat record between the original owner and Han Kun, and the date is the same as this diary entry.
The original owner complained: [Why haven't you been home lately? I wait for you until three or four every night! Where have you been?]
Han Kun transferred 5,000 yuan and said impatiently, "If you take my money, just keep quiet! Don't get involved in everything! Without me, who are you?"
Under this picture, the original owner wrote: [Zhuang Li, remember this day.]
As for what to remember, the original owner did not write it down in detail, but Zhuang Li had already guessed it.
It was on this day that the original owner realized that he was just a commodity bought by Han Kun, and his love was worthless to him. So he tore up the love diary that he had written day and night with all his heart and soul, leaving only a cry of despair: "I have no money, am I really unworthy of love?"
He had no ability to fight back, the only thing he could do was to protect his already broken heart.
So he stopped loving; so Han Kun got what he wanted. A canary was born, and a heart throbbing with love died.
Zhuang Li stared at the chat screenshots in the memo, then looked at the diary, and said calmly, "Let's send them together."
Xi Ming didn't ask any questions and just put the diary into the box.
Chang Jinbo suddenly snatched it away, turning the pages one by one, looking at Zhuang Li again and again.
Through these painful words, he vaguely understood something, and his heart began to ache.
He finally realized that perhaps the truth was not as Han Kun described.
Zhuang Li said that no one owed anyone anything in this relationship. Actually, there was. Zhuang Li truly loved Han Kun, but Han Kun had always treated him like a mere toy.
So, what kind of revenge did I take for Han Kun? The role I played in this story was so despicable! Thinking of this, Chang Jinbo's eyes gradually became sour.
He opened his mouth and said with great difficulty, "Zhuang Li, I'm sorry."
Zhuang Li waved his hand with an indifferent expression.
Chang Jinbo glanced at him stealthily, feeling extremely flustered.
Xi Ming brought more empty boxes and put all the valuables in them.
As he took out the tape to seal the box, he whispered in Curly's ear, "I own seven companies, all of which are very profitable. I can buy you ten houses like this at once, paying in full, and register them all in your household. We don't need this little bit of money."
7480: "...This idiot is quite arrogant!"
Zhuang Li couldn't help but laugh out loud. Why was it that every time he felt down, this person would pop up and tell him that the world was a beautiful place and life was a blessing?
The originally tense atmosphere was broken in an instant. Seeing Zhuang Li smiling again, Chang Jinbo breathed a sigh of relief even though he was not the one who made him laugh.
Cameraman Xiao Liu has completely figured out what happened to Mr. Zhuang's previous relationship.
Mr. Zhuang pretended to be a commoner and was in love with Han Kun. Han Kun, believing him to be a commoner, acted condescendingly, throwing money at him, belittling him, and showing him disrespect. Han Kun didn't want love, just an obedient pet. No wonder Mr. Zhuang left so abruptly.
The three of them transported these things to the express company's warehouse.
Chang Jinbo had already contacted the courier company's boss, and by then, the inspection staff were already waiting at the door. They unpacked the boxes and repacked them to prevent the goods from being damaged during shipment abroad and requiring them to pay compensation.
Zhuang Li was getting bored waiting on the side. He remembered Xi Ming's promise to give him ten houses, so he smiled and asked, "Is there anything you particularly want?"
Xi Ming blurted out: "Malatang."
Zhuang Li gently pinched his lower back and said sternly, "I'm serious. Think about it. What is it that you really, really want right now, but can't have?"
Xi Ming thought about it carefully and sighed, "I want MAX. After grandma passed away, MAX has been my home, and I can't bear to leave this home."
Zhuang Li grabbed his wrist and ordered, "Open your palm."
Xi Ming spread out his palms.
Zhuang Li reached out his hand, grabbed a ball of gas in the air, and stuffed it into Xi Ming's palm. He smiled and announced, "I give MAX to you."
Xi Ming thought the curly-haired boy was joking with him, so he hugged him and laughed out loud. After laughing, he said seriously, "Thank you, I received your gift. Now that I have you, I have a home. It doesn't matter if I leave MAX."
Zhuang Li touched his cheek and said seriously, "You don't have to make a choice. You will have everything. You will have me, MAX, and a home."
Xi Ming smiled softly, buried his head in the warm neck of the little curly-haired boy, and sighed with great affection.
He didn't take Zhuang Li's words seriously at all, but the cameraman Xiao Liu's eyes turned red with jealousy.
Damn, some people are just lucky. They don’t even know anything, but they get the 1 billion gold betrothal gift first.
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