The system gave me ten trillion yuan to force me to become a male god

"Xingwei, I didn't expect to see you here. Since you started working, you have less contact with me."

Two women came forward, and the woman called Chenchen grabbed Song Xingwei's arm and said very affectionately.

Looking at the woman in front of her, Song Xingwei rarely showed a trace of gentleness in her eyes. As the best friend in college, her relationship with Jiang Chen was very good at that time.

It's just that after graduating from university, everyone went their separate ways to make a living, and gradually couldn't get together.

"Accompanies a friend to buy clothes today, I didn't expect to meet you." Song Xingwei smiled.

"Xingwei, where are you working now? At that time, you were the most talented woman in our department. After all, you could find a job in a Fortune 500 company." The girl next to Jiang Chen suddenly asked.

Song Xingwei's expression froze for a moment, and she looked at the luxurious and wealthy woman in front of her with some disgust.

The other party's name is Wang Wensi, and she was her roommate in college. At that time, she had a good relationship with Jiang Chen and Song Xingwei, and they often played together.

But what Song Xingwei didn't expect was that Wang Wensi, a woman who looked harmless to humans and animals on the surface, was extremely jealous in her heart. She had been jealous of Song Xingwei's good figure and good looks since she was a child.

During her four years in college, Song Xingwei had a boyfriend. His family was quite rich, and they were very affectionate.

But later, Wang Wensi snatched her away by some unknown method, which directly caused Song Xingwei to be depressed for more than half a year, so that she never dared to be easily emotional again.

Seeing this once nice woman who stole her boyfriend again now, Song Xingwei's mood is very complicated.

If it wasn't for Jiang Chen, she would turn around and leave now, without even looking at Wang Wensi.

"It's okay, so-so." Song Xingwei said perfunctorily.

"Xingwei, are you here to buy clothes, alone?" Jiang Chen asked curiously.

Because girls usually don't go shopping alone, they either bring their boyfriends or girlfriends, especially for a beautiful woman like Song Xingwei.

"Oh, a friend came to buy clothes, and I accompanied him."

"Friend?" Wang Wensi immediately became interested. As a woman's sixth intuition, she could feel that the friend Song Xingwei mentioned was definitely not a female friend.

As expected, Zhou Chen walked out of the changing room after changing his clothes after a while.

"Song Xingwei, do you want to buy a few? The clothes here are so cheap, much more affordable than other things." Zhou Chen asked Song Xingwei.

Only then did he notice that Song Xingwei was talking to someone else, and immediately walked over curiously. Since he is the goddess' friend, he had to say hello.

"Xingwei, this, is this your boyfriend." Jiang Chen secretly asked.

She also knew about Wang Wensi's snatching of Song Xingwei's boyfriend, but both of them were her good friends, and she couldn't give up on either one. At that time, Song Xingwei suddenly disappeared because of a broken relationship, and she couldn't get in touch.

Although Jiang Chen complained about why Wang Wensi did this, he still maintained a friendship with him.

Seeing that Song Xingwei seemed to have found a new boyfriend, Jiang Chen was naturally happy for Song Xingwei.

"No..." Song Xingwei just wanted to explain out loud, but she didn't want Wang Wensi to say directly: "Song Xingwei, this boyfriend of yours looks quite young. Are you only looking for fresh meat now?"

"What's wrong with Little Fresh Meat? I give all my money to my sister."

Zhou Chen has known so many goddesses, and he can already understand the extraneous voices of women's words. This Wang Wensi speaks in a strange way, and he must have a bad relationship with Song Xingwei. She must be picky at this time, and she must behave well .

"Do you make money?" Wang Wensi sneered: "It's not me, at your age, how much money you can make, I'm afraid it's not the money for clothes, or Song Xingwei, you pay for him, Song Xingwei, let me tell you, for Xiao A man is unreliable when spending money, he can't really follow you to the end."

Song Xingwei's eyes turned red. She used to have a very good relationship with her boyfriend in college. She was able to go to the end and enter the marriage hall. But after Wang Wensi intervened, her happiness was gone. This matter For Song Xingwei, it is still difficult to get over it.

A woman can be very strong, but once her heart is touched, a gap will be torn open and her defenses broken, and Wang Wensi is the creator of this gap.

"Wensi, stop talking." Jiang Chen said with a frown.

She hadn't seen each other for a few years, and she thought that as long as Wang Wensi apologized to Song Xingwei, the matter would be over, but she didn't expect that it was not that simple, Song Xingwei still didn't let go.

Seeing Song Xingwei stopped talking, Zhou Chen suddenly put his hand on her shoulder: "I'm sorry, sister Xingwei is very rich now, a little rich woman is more than enough to support me."

Speaking of which, Zhou Chen secretly stuffed his bank card into Song Xingwei's hands: "Sister Xingwei, I want these clothes, so go and pay for me."

"Ah?" Song Xingwei looked at Zhou Chen with red eyes, and was at a loss for a while, but seeing Zhou Chen wink at her mysteriously, Song Xingwei instantly understood, nodded and walked to the counter with her bank card.

Zhou Chen hurriedly followed with a large pile of clothes, with a rather indifferent expression.

Looking at this posture, he was obviously not talking, and Wang Wensi's expression suddenly became very puzzled. It is so difficult to make money these days, let alone a woman. If a woman wants to make a lot of money, she needs to work far more hard than a man.

Has Song Xingwei become a rich woman?

This matter is even more uncomfortable than her losing money.

Seeing Song Xingwei leave, Wang Wensi immediately dragged Jiang Chen to follow. With so many clothes in Zhou Chen's hands, including a few joint-branded ones, the sum totaled at least [-].

For the migrant workers in Hangzhou, this is basically a whole year's savings. If Song Xingwei has no money to pretend to be rich and spend it, it will be a heavy loss.

With Wang Wensi's eyes, she could tell at a glance that Song Xingwei's clothes were not expensive. This was not at all what a rich woman should have. She was definitely an ordinary white-collar worker.

Thinking about this clearly, Wang Wensi's heart became more and more excited. She wanted to see how Song Xingwei slapped her swollen face to pretend to be fat.

"Pay." Song Xingwei held the bank card that Zhou Chen secretly handed over to the cashier at the counter. Under the watchful eyes of several people, the cashier swiped the bank card and returned the bank card to Song Xingwei.

"I'll just say I don't have any money." Wang Wensi sneered.

But she didn't want the cashier's next sentence to make her completely dumbfounded.

"Hello ma'am, a total of 46902 yuan has been paid, and I will pack it for you."

Wang Wensi looked at Song Xingwei in surprise, unbelievable: "Why, how is it possible!"