Zhou Zhengzhi showed no emotion and handed her the peeled shrimp.
"Thank you." Yu Huan was flattered. He stuffed the shrimp into his mouth with an extremely embarrassed look.
This made Zhou Zhengzhi feel as if he had snatched food from the child, and he felt uneasy.
After eating some seafood, Yu Huan washed his hands and took a stroll on the yacht.
There were quite a few staff members on the yacht, all serving them. Yu Huan sat down on a deckchair, and someone immediately opened a parasol and served dessert and drinks.
"This is the happiness that only people with money can enjoy." Yu Huanhe sighed.
The system analyzed with her: "Such a large yacht would cost a fortune just to maintain and repair. The many people on board certainly weren't working for nothing... Zhou Zhengzhi is truly wealthy, and he made the right choice this time."
Yu Huan nodded.
I was so happy when I went back with Zhou Zhengzhi.
Netizens were also shocked by Zhou Zhengzhi's arrogance:
"If those people hadn't told me, I would have thought the yacht was rented."
"I just found out today that you can buy a yacht."
"Damn, so this is the life of rich people? I wouldn't even dream of doing something this big. Today I start to hate the rich."
"Oh my god, who is Zhou Zhengzhi?"
"Don't the Zhou family in the capital know about this?"
"Lin Yuhuan has really changed her attitude. She's a gold digger. As soon as she heard that Xie Ran's family wasn't as rich as she thought, she started dating someone else."
"Poor Xie Ran, he was still thinking about her when he went out with Chen Yingyu."
"She really only goes after whoever has money. She clearly wasn't interested in Zhou Zhengzhi before."
"No, everyone's talking about the female guests. Doesn't anyone think there's something wrong with Zhou Zhengzhi? Why does he take Chen Yingyu to an exhibition when he's out with her, but when he's out with Lin Yuhuan, he has to show off his big yacht?"
“I actually think this makes some sense.”
"The above person is a die-hard fan of Lin Yuhuan. This is pure victim blaming."
"I have to say this, I feel these victims volunteered..."
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Xie Ran always sees Chen Yingyu as his homeroom teacher, while Chen Yingyu thinks Xie Ran looks like her own brother, and neither of them feels anything.
The two knew very well that this date was just for their relaxation.
They watched a movie together and came out of a handicraft shop where Chen Yingyu had painted a plaster doll. Xie Ran was not interested in these things, but was happy to save trouble, so he sat next to them and fiddled with some of the little gadgets in the shop.
When he was about to leave, he saw a stall selling flowers on the roadside. Xie Ran's eyes lit up and his mood suddenly became high.
"Sister Yingyu, I want to buy some flowers... and take them back to put in the flowers." Xie Ran made an excuse out of concern that it would embarrass the girl.
But anyone with a discerning eye could tell who he wanted to buy it for.
"I want to buy some too." Chen Yingyu said. She really wanted to put them in the empty vase in her room.
She picked out a few nice ones and asked the shopkeeper to pack them up. When she turned around, the boy was still carefully selecting, his fingertips lingering over the flower stall. Occasionally, he would pick up a flower, seemingly pondering whether it would look good with the other flowers.
You can tell whether you put your heart into it or not.
Chen Yingyu thought.
Preparing gifts for the ones you like makes you feel happy, your brows are relaxed, and the boys’ pious gestures when they worry about whether the patterns and colors are the same are touching.
This is true love.
Maybe she will never learn this.
Finally, Xie Ran picked out the flowers and chose the most beautiful wrapping paper. She asked the boss to wrap it up and tie a bow.
He remembered that she had worn a nice but slightly revealing camisole that day, and it had a little butterfly on it.
He was in high spirits, anticipating his sister's reaction when she received the flowers. The journey back was long and tedious.
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Xie Ran originally thought that Yu Huan would come to him and comfort him after returning, just like last time.
He was on the second floor, fiddling with the flowers while waiting.
But no one came for a long time. The guests who had gone out came back one after another and chatted downstairs. The sound of their laughter and conversation reached the second floor.
Xie Ran had no intention of joining them. He was just thinking in his heart about what to say to Yu Huan later.
Qiao Mu went upstairs to change clothes.
He asked her casually: "Is Yu Huan back?"
"She's back and sitting downstairs." Qiao Mu nodded at him. "She had a great time today."
Boys who are sure of the other person's feelings are always proud and arrogant, and will not listen to what others say.
Having fun? That was her disguise in front of the camera. She must have felt the same way as him. When she was outside, she kept thinking how nice it would be if the two of them went out together. The movie wouldn't be so bad.
Xie Ran waited and waited until Yu Huan finally came upstairs. She couldn't wait to give the flowers to Yu Huan: "Sister, this is for you."
But Yu Huan was stunned for a moment, as if she hadn't expected him to wait for her here. She took the flowers a little late and said, "Thank you."
Xie Ran still has a lot to say.
But Shen Xiwei shouted from downstairs: "Yu Huan, hurry up and call Qiao Mu and the others down."
Yu Huan hurriedly said, "We'll be interviewing everyone soon. I need to change my clothes. Please go downstairs first."
This is serious business...it's normal for her to be anxious.
Xie Ran went down with great understanding.
Yu Huan casually placed the flowers on the table, treating them the same as the two unopened notes. They had no meaning to her.
Interviews are an essential part of dating variety shows and are also an important basis for netizens to speculate on the guests' intentions.
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