Wen Ying has dealt with many experienced people in Shanghai. Lily thinks she is very experienced, but Wen Ying still thinks she is too young.
She can't even hide the greed in her eyes. This vixen's level is not very good.
Maybe she was so focused on deceiving men that she was too lazy to hide it in front of herself?
Wen Ying bit her milk tea straw and listened to Lily's tricks.
Lily asked her what grade she was in. Wen Ying said she had just taken the high school entrance exam. Lily then praised her and said she must have very good grades.
Wen Ying said that she didn't do well in the exam, and Lily comforted her that the high school entrance exam was nothing and she still had time to work hard in high school.
"You're so cute, you could study art. Art schools don't require high academic scores!"
Lily said it casually, but the listener took it seriously. Wen Ying immediately realized that the other party might be a college student majoring in a related field.
After all, people will subconsciously comment on areas they are familiar with.
It's hard for the other party to lie and say Wen Ying is cute. Fortunately, Wen Ying's mental age is 31 years old. She looked in the mirror before going out in the morning. Her face is so round, and there are two eye-catching pimples on her chin. Wen Ying knows whether she is cute or not... Thinking of this, swallowing the milk tea in her mouth feels like swallowing poison. Such cheap milk and essence flavor, I was actually fascinated by it when I was a teenager. This body of fat has not been gained in vain, it is all gained by eating carelessly.
Wen Ying looked shy and immediately asked Lily about the art exam.
Lily enthusiastically talked to her for a few minutes, but she kept her personal information very secret. Not only did she not tell Wen Ying whether she was a student at an art school, she didn't even tell her her full name. She only asked Wen Ying to call her "Sister Lily."
Wen Ying asked her which "Lily" she was referring to. Even though she knew it was the "Li" in Jasmine, Wen Ying still felt disgusted.
Not only does she look like my aunt Chen Li, but even her name is vague and ambiguous, which is like a feather tickling my uncle Deng Shangwei's heart.
If this is a trap, it must have been set up by someone Deng Shangwei knew!
Since they were not acquaintances, she didn't know how much Deng Shangwei cared about Chen Li, so she deliberately brought this thing to lower Deng Shangwei's guard.
When a man is out socializing and sees a woman who looks a bit like his wife but is a decade younger, he subconsciously takes a second look. A glance, a return, and even though there might be nothing much going on, the exchange of glances can lead to a sudden surge of affection.
Wen Ying was trying to find out about Lily's background, but Lily treated her as a little fool and mixed in her own thoughts during the conversation while also trying to trick Wen Ying into talking.
How come Mr. Deng agreed to let you work during the summer vacation at such a young age?
Wen Ying is so cute, so Mrs. Deng must be very beautiful too.
Wen Ying watched the vixen perform.
Most people who hook up with their boss's mistress are after money, not the person.
Lily was different. She only mentioned Chen Li's situation in a few words and was particularly concerned about Deng Shangwei himself, including his personal hobbies.
This vixen is a bit greedy. Not only is she after money, but she also covets people. She wants both people and money?
It's true, Deng Shangwei is still so young. Unlike those greasy, pot-bellied bosses, Deng Shangwei may not be a handsome guy, but at least he has a handsome appearance. And Deng Shangwei is not a good-for-nothing rich second-generation, but a self-made rich first-generation. If you can get him, why worry that Deng Shangwei won't make money?
Wen Ying smiled and cooperated with Lily, but she felt at ease in her heart.
——Lily doesn’t know Deng Shangwei well enough!
If Lily was already with Deng Shangwei, then there was no need for her to ask Wen Ying about Deng Shangwei's preferences in life. When the two of them were having a tryst, Lily could observe it herself.
Wen Ying realized this and her interest in Lily waned significantly, so she used her ultimate move to end the conversation:
"Sister Lily, you are so beautiful. My uncle is usually so old-fashioned and always lectures me when he sees me. How could he know a young and beautiful friend like you? Do you two have anything in common?"
Lily was a little embarrassed.
She and Deng Shangwei met in a nightclub, but how could she say this in front of Wen Ying?
But Wen Ying was so stupid that she insisted on getting to the bottom of the matter. Lily endured for a while, looked at her watch, and said that she had something else to do.
Wen Ying was reluctant to leave her, so Lily coaxed her, "You'll be at Deng's company this summer, right? I'll come visit you when I'm free in a few days."
Wen Ying watched Lily leave reluctantly.
Of course, a beautiful and delicate young woman like Lily could not take the bus. Just then, a taxi stopped by the roadside, and a woman got off the car holding a little girl, and Lily got in.
Wen Ying waved at her and memorized the taxi's license plate number. Before the car went far, Wen Ying immediately called 114 at the roadside newsstand for inquiries.
What are you looking for? Look for the taxi company's phone number.
114 told her the phone number of the taxi company. Wen Ying waited for six or seven minutes, then called the taxi company again and said that she had just taken a taxi and forgot something in the car.
The operator was a very gentle woman. When she asked her what she had lost, Wen Ying's voice choked with sobs:
"Auntie, I left my summer homework in the car and can't find it. I don't dare go home. My dad will beat me to death if I go back! Auntie, can you help me ask for it?"
The operator asked her if she remembered the license plate number and where she got off the taxi. Wen Ying skipped the second question and simply gave the taxi's license plate number. She then explained that she was currently squatting at a roadside newsstand and making a phone call. "Auntie, could you please ask the driver where he is? My mom will take me over in a taxi right now to get him."
Perhaps her acting was so vivid that within two minutes after she hung up the phone, the operator called Wen Ying back and told her not to worry and to tell her clearly where she was getting off. The driver was taking a passenger to the Conservatory of Music and would return her things after the passenger got off the car.
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