Quick Wear: The fishing beauty makes the villain obsessed

Luo Yi looked at Li Chengting deeply, and after a moment, she said softly, "Thank you."

She had made it very clear just now that if he insisted on helping her, she would not be so noble as to refuse his kindness.

She couldn't care less about her current dire situation. She didn't know what purpose those people who showed her kindness and good intentions had in approaching her. She just wanted to accept this kindness and good intentions.

**

In the next few days, in addition to going to school as usual, Luo Yi would make appointments with Li Chengting to meet and take photos.

Li Chengting did his homework behind the scenes. He did not just take beautiful photos for Luo Yi. He suggested Luo Yi to shoot some daily Vlogs to show the life of international students in London.

However, due to her poor financial situation, Luo Yi had to refuse Li Chengting's invitations to meet her several times later.

Going out costs money, and she is not familiar with Li Chengting, so it is not good to let him treat her all the time.

But she couldn't afford to invite him back, so it was better not to meet him.

Relying on his meager savings, Luo managed to make it through the end of the month.

At the beginning of the month, because Roy had repeatedly delayed paying the rent, the old white lady who rented the house to him had to knock on his door and urge him to pay the rent.

Luo Yi hid in the house and dared not go out.

It was not until the landlord's voice disappeared outside the door that Luo Yi dared to take out her cell phone and call her uncle.

After the call was connected, Luo Yi wiped her tears and said in a choked voice: "Uncle, it's me!"

"Yiyi, what do you want to talk to me about so late at night?" Luo Chenglin's voice was extremely gentle on the phone.

Luo Chenglin has always been like this to Luo Yi, always speaking to her in a gentle and soft voice.

But Luo Yi knew that Luo Chenglin was a smiling tiger.

"Uncle, today is April 10th." Luo Yi tactfully reminded Luo Chenglin of the time.

"Oh, it's April 10th already. Time flies!"

Luo Chenglin sighed in a low voice, "Yiyi, you reminded me, hehe... Your aunt's birthday is in early May, and her birthday is coming soon... I have to think carefully about how I should celebrate her birthday..."

Luo Chenglin's words made Luo Yi a little upset. She suppressed the bitterness in her nose and said truthfully: "Uncle, my rent has been in arrears for many days. If I don't pay it, I will be kicked out of the house by the landlord, and I will have to sleep on the streets of London..."

After Luo Yi finished speaking, there was silence on the other end of the phone for a long time.

"Uncle, please, give me some money!" Luo Yi pleaded aggrievedly: "At first I just wanted to study at Zhejiang University in China. My grades are good enough for admission to Zhejiang University..."

"What's the point of going to Zhejiang University? Do you think you can succeed by going to a 985 or 211 university?

Even if you go to Zhejiang University and graduate from Zhejiang University, you are still an wage earner, sitting in an office day and night working for the capitalists and being sucked dry by them.

Yiyi, has your uncle’s teaching you all these years been in vain?

Isn't it better to find a rich man as a long-term meal ticket than to go to a prestigious school? If you have the ability to let Yan Anxun marry you, you will be a billionaire's wife. "Luo Chenglin finally stopped pretending to be stupid, and he cursed in a deep voice.

"But he doesn't like me, uncle. What can I do if he doesn't like me?" Luo Yi said crying.

"Luo Yi, don't treat your uncle like a fool." Luo Chenglin angrily scolded: "You have been in the UK for two years. If Yan Anxun hadn't secretly supported you, would you have survived until now without sleeping on the street?"

"Uncle, I beg you, please give me some money!"

"Yiyi, don't cry, don't be stupid, and don't impulsively ruin your life. You have to know that you have worked hard to get out of the quagmire and get to where you are now.

I know you hate me now, but everything uncle does is for your own good.

Think about it carefully, do you want to go back to that hellhole you came from and hang out with a bunch of ignorant fools again?

I raised you and spent so much money on you, just want you to live a good life.

You have to be good and listen to me. I won’t lie to you.

When I took you away from the village, I specially asked a master to tell your fortune. He said you were destined to have a romantic life, and there would be men who would spend money on you all your life.

You said Yan Anxun doesn't like you, but Yan Anxun has spent a lot of money on you.

Okay, why are you crying? Stop crying. Be good and don’t waste your tears. Dry your tears now and go find Yan Anxun.

Even if you want to cry, you have to cry in front of Yan Anxun, so that you can make the most of your tears."

After Luo Chenglin finished speaking, he hung up the phone without caring about Luo Yi's reaction.

Luo Yi held the phone that ended the call and cried uncontrollably.

After a while, she wiped her tears and resigned herself to going to the bathroom to wash her face.

Then she returned to her room, walked to the closet, and picked out a white dress to change into.

Then she walked to the table, took out a mirror and makeup box, and started putting on makeup in front of the mirror.

**

Cambridge Harvest Business School.

After class, when Yan Anxun walked out of the teaching building with several white classmates, he saw Luo Yi, who was wearing a white dress, standing on the lawn outside the teaching building.

Not the exaggerated punk style we had last time we met.

Today, Luo Yi was dressed like a fairy, with her waist-length hair loose and her face clean and clear, as if she was not wearing any makeup.

Seeing Luo Yi like this, a hint of sarcasm flashed across Yan Anxun's eyes.

Luo Yi had Yan Anxun's class schedule. She knew what classes Yan Anxun had today, so she stood outside his teaching building waiting for him.

The moment Yan Anxun came out, Luo Yi saw him.

Luo Yi suppressed the humiliation in her heart. She smiled and ran quickly towards Yan Anxun, threw herself into his arms and hugged his waist, "Brother Anxun, are you done with get out of class?"

Yan Anxun lowered his head, looked coldly at the smiling Luo Yi in his arms, and said sarcastically: "No money again?"

The smile on Luo Yi's face cracked for a moment, but she quickly straightened her mood and said with a smile: "Can't it be that I miss you?"

"You missed me?" Yan Anxun sneered sarcastically. "When I was of no use, you dressed up like a ghost to see me. Once you ran out of money, you immediately turned into a fairy. Luo Yi, how many girls in this world are as scheming as you?"

Hearing this, Luo Yi's eyes suddenly felt hot. She drooped her long eyelashes and crystal tears fell one by one.

Yan Anxun knew that Luo Yi was pretending to be pitiful, but he also knew that Luo Yi was truly pitiful.

Finally, amid Luo Yi's tears, Yan Anxun frowned and said, "Okay, stop crying. How much do you want?"

"I owe three months' rent, and the landlord might kick me out. If I want to move, it might be another expense." Luo Yi released her arms from around Yan Anxun, took a step back, and said softly.

Yan Anxun didn't say anything, took out his cell phone and transferred some money to Luo Yi.

Hearing the "ding dong" transfer information coming from her phone, Luo Yi breathed a sigh of relief. She lowered her head and slowly closed her eyes, whispering: "Yan Anxun, I will pay you back in the future."

"No need." After Yan Anxun put the phone into his pocket, he took out a small bottle of disinfectant from his pocket and carefully sprayed the place where Luo Yi had just touched.

It looked like Luo Yi was some disgusting and dirty thing.

Luo Yi looked at this scene, his hands behind his back shaking constantly.

After Yan Anxun finished disinfecting, he looked up and saw Luo Yi staring at him.

He realized belatedly that Luo Yi might have misunderstood him, and he subconsciously explained: "It has nothing to do with you, this is my problem."