Another day of tragic death for the host

Chapter 295 The male theologian is in my house 15
She sat down at Xin He's front table, and said comfortingly: "Sister, don't be angry. Actually, I told my father not to be so extravagant and wasteful, but if my father doesn't listen to me, I can't help it. He said I only have one in my life, so of course I have to make a big one.”

After Jian Zhitong finished speaking, seeing Xinhe ignored her, it was rare not to be angry. She smiled and continued: "Sister, why don't I go back and talk to my father and let her make up a birthday party for you? The Diamond Hotel can't be booked, but ordinary Can the hotel do it too?"

Originally, Xin He didn't want to talk to Jian Zhitong, but Jian Zhitong wanted to run into her and make Xin He hate her. This was her problem.

She raised her head to look at Jian Zhitong, her pink lips parted slightly, and just about to speak, a mocking voice came from behind her: "In this case, why don't you give up the Diamond Hotel to Xin He? Can't ordinary hotels also hold birthday parties? ?”

Xin He turned her head, Fu Lou, who had just gone downstairs to buy water, came back, and she didn't know how long she had been listening at the door.

Fu Lou sat down in his seat and handed the yogurt to Xin He.

Xin He took it, took a sip, and then said to Jian Zhitong with a smile: "Yes, sister, how about having a make-up birthday on the same day as you?"

The smile on Jian Zhitong's face froze when she heard Fu Lou's words, and now she heard Xin He's words, she wished to scratch Xin He's proud smile away.

"I have to ask my father this question, and I can't make the decision."

After Jian Zhitong said this dryly, he returned to his seat in despair, and continued to pretend to be chatting and laughing with the group of little sisters.

In fact, he has been cursing Xin He viciously in his heart, and even Fu Lou has begun to curse.

Fu Lou just transferred here yesterday, and it was widely spread in the school in the afternoon that he transferred from Sioux City, and was admitted to No. [-] Middle School with the first grade in his grade.

When Jian Zhitong found out, she felt very disdainful, and even had to enter this poor No. [-] middle school, which showed that she was another dead poor ghost.

After all, who has the ability to enter No. [-] Middle School will take the exam?

Moreover, Jian Zhitong has never heard of anyone surnamed Fu after staying in Beijing for nearly 20 years.

So Jian Zhitong concluded that Fu Lou was a child of a poor family.

Jian Zhitong glanced in the direction of Xin He and Fu Lou with disdain, and she only deserves to play with someone of Fu Lou's status.

During the lunch break, Xin He was still the last one to leave.

Seeing that Fu Lou was packing up his things, Xin He thought that Fu Lou was going back and was about to say hello to him before leaving.

Who knows, Fu Lou took out a review handout from the drawer and handed it to Xin He.

Xin He took it without knowing it, but when she saw the title of the book on it, her face was slightly confused.

She turned her head in a daze, her brown eyes flashed with doubts, "What is this?"

Fu Lou handed over the notes in his hand again, with a gentle voice: "Here, the knowledge points I compiled for you yesterday, your high school foundation is not well established, starting today, I will help you organize each subject separately every day. Come out with one knowledge point, and it will be almost the same before the college entrance examination next year."

Xinhe looked at Fu Lou with a small face in horror upon hearing the words, with a look of fear in his eyes: "You, what did you say?"

There was a faint smile on the corner of Fu Lou's lips: "I will take you to study together. Your study is too bad. Copying homework every day is not a solution. If you continue like this, you will not be admitted to university."

(End of this chapter)