"The fortune teller said that one day I will wear a yellow robe, and eat fish and meat every day."
But Zhang Feng never thought that this day would come so soon.
In order to support myself and my girlfriend, I have not yet graduated from university.
Zhang Feng put on the delivery uniform, rode an electric bike, and walked through the streets and alleys of Jiangcheng every day.
Today is his girlfriend Chen Wenwen's birthday. After delivering the last takeaway in the morning, Zhang Feng can go on a date with her.
With excitement, Zhang Feng walked into the Four Seasons Hotel with the takeaway.
At this moment, a young man and woman walked out of the elevator arm in arm.
The man was wearing an Armani shirt, a Rolex watch, and a bunch of BMW keys pinned to his waist.
The woman was wearing a miniskirt, revealing two fair thighs, with a little flush on her face, she looked very attractive.
The two stuck together, playing and fighting from time to time, and their behavior was very ambiguous.
"Chen Wenwen?!"
Seeing the scene in front of him, Zhang Feng couldn't believe his eyes, and ran over excitedly.
Because last night, Chen Wenwen told Zhang Feng that she was going to the movies with her girlfriends, so she wouldn't come back at night.
But Zhang Feng never expected that he would meet her in the Four Seasons Hotel.
Hearing Zhang Feng's voice suddenly, Chen Wenwen's expression changed, and she subconsciously wanted to break free, but was hugged tightly by the boy beside her.
"What are you afraid of?"
"Don't you still want to get back together with this poor ghost?"
The boy holding Chen Wenwen's arms is not considered tall, but rather short in stature.
If it weren't for his famous brand, no girl would be willing to look at him if he was thrown in the crowd.
Chen Wenwen's eyes flickered for a moment, the previous panic was gone, and all that was left was endless indifference.
"Zhang Feng, since you found out, I'll tell you straight, your girlfriend is with me!"
The boy holding Chen Wenwen's arms is Yang Wei, and Zhang Feng is a classmate.
It's just that compared with Zhang Feng, Yang Wei is a well-known rich second generation in the class.
Hearing Yang Wei's words, Zhang Feng staggered back a few steps, his face became ugly.
But he didn't pay attention to Yang Wei, but stretched out his hand to pull Chen Wenwen.
"Wenwen, let's go back! I will give you happiness."
"Don't touch me!" Chen Wenwen pushed Zhang Feng's hand away, "Why should I go back with you? Can you afford the mobile phone I like and the bag I want? Even watching a movie requires When it's my birthday, what will you give me happiness!"
"Wenwen, although I am poor now...but I will work hard!" Zhang Feng gritted his teeth.
"Hard work? Hehe! You are an orphan, you have no money, no power, no background. You just deliver food for the rest of your life, but you can't compare to Yang Shao. Why do you work hard?" Chen Wenwen sneered.
"Zhang Feng, wake up, Wenwen won't go back with you, so why not go back and deliver food with you?" Yang Wei followed suit with cynicism.
"Zhang Feng, I've wanted to tell you a long time ago, you are not good enough for me, let's break up!" Chen Wenwen said indifferently.
Immediately afterwards, Chen Wenwen turned her head to look at Yang Wei, and said with a coquettish smile, "Young Master Yang, let's go."
After finishing speaking, Chen Wenwen took the initiative to hold Yang Wei.
Yang Wei looked at Zhang Feng with disdain, and said coldly: "A poor guy doesn't deserve to have love, understand?!"
After speaking, Yang Wei pulled Chen Wenwen towards a BMW outside the hotel.
Looking at the back of Chen Wenwen going away, Zhang Feng's heart was tugged.
Anger, pain, unwillingness, but helplessness...
"Just because Yang Wei is rich, can you humiliate me like this?"
Zhang Feng lowered his head, clenched his hands tightly into fists, his nails sank into his palms, causing blood to flow out.
Zhang Feng and Chen Wenwen met in college. The first time they met in class, the two confirmed their relationship. At that time, Chen Wenwen was still very innocent.
But now she betrayed herself and chose to be with Yang Wei.
Zhang Feng did not try to persuade him to stay, nor did he pursue Chen Wenwen, because he is a poor guy, what qualifications does he have to compete with Yang Wei?
And Zhang Feng also saw through Chen Wenwen.
To be honest, in the past two years, because she was poor, Chen Wenwen used money to humiliate Zhang Feng.
But Zhang Feng didn't say a word, so he could only desperately deliver food to make money to support her.
But now, she is secretly carrying herself behind her back, messing around with the rich second generation outside!
"Chen Wenwen, you humiliated me in every possible way today, and I will definitely let you down in the future!" Zhang Feng said with bright eyes.
Jiangcheng University, inside the cafeteria.
"Zhang Feng, think about it."
Roommate Wang Xiong said: "I told you a long time ago that Chen Wenwen is not from the same world as us. She is so beautiful, has a hot figure, and can talk flirtatiously. She doesn't look like a serious woman."
"As the saying goes, the goddess of the poor, the beauty of the rich, and the long-legged, big-breasted Internet celebrities like her are all warming the bed for the rich second generation. Don't get mixed up with dicks like us, or you will end up being green. It's still us."
"Besides, didn't you have sex with her too? You don't suffer."
"I didn't crack." Zhang Feng said.
"Damn it, isn't it? You've been talking for two years, but you haven't had sex with her? You usually go out to watch movies, don't you all have a room?"
Wang Xiong jumped up all of a sudden, with a heartbroken look.
"It was a standard room with a double bed, and nothing happened." Zhang Feng said.
"No way! I lost hundreds of millions!"
Thinking about it, Zhang Feng seemed to be at a disadvantage.
However, Zhang Feng really liked Chen Wenwen and respected her, so he never forced her to have anything to do with him.
It's just, alas...
Zhang Feng glanced at the order message on his phone, and the only benefit of breaking up should be that he can finally stop delivering food!
At this moment, the phone beeped, indicating that a text message had arrived.
"Your account ending in 4466, the credited amount is .00 yuan, and the balance is .00 yuan!"
Zhang Feng stared at the text message, his eyes were as big as copper bells.
I'm stupid! Who the hell put one billion in my card?
