Confess That You Don't Accept It, I Change My Mind, Why Are You Crying?

Tears flowed from the corners of Ding Yue's mouth: "Give it to me!"

"Then you say it or not?"

"Say, but I'm not doing it for money, I'm doing it for my respected grandpa!"

Jiang Zhou sneered, even a money fan could speak so freshly and refinedly.

Really Nima Huaxia is a good actor.

Ding Yue put away the banknotes: "Actually, Feng Siruo saved money because of you."

Jiang Zhou frowned slightly: "Because of me?"

"Well, Si Ruo's father said, unless you have a net worth of 1000 billion, otherwise you will not marry Si Ruo

"Damn, 1000 billion? Is this old man crazy about money?"

Ding Yue shrugged: "Anyway, Feng Siruo agreed and planned to save you a dowry of 1000 billion."

Jiang Zhou was silent for a while: "You mean, she saves money to save her dowry for herself?"

"Yes, although she didn't agree to be your girlfriend, she really wants to marry you."

"Is that so..."

Jiang Zhou turned his head and looked through the door frame.

At this time, Feng Siruo was looking at them stupidly, with a dazed expression.

"Actually, 1000 billion is not impossible..."

Ding Yue opened his eyes wide: "Don't do anything illegal, Feng Siruo will be sad!"

Jiang Zhou looked at her: "I'm guilty of your sister, please invite me and Feng Siruo to have a meal later."

"Damn, it costs more than 100 per meal, are you crazy? I have no money!"

"Fart, I just gave you a hundred, and I saw you put it in your pocket!"

Ding Yue was startled: "I didn't make any money as a co-author, so I made a secret?!"

Jiang Zhou smiled: "Remember to order some of my favorite food.".

Chapter 170 The filming of God of Medicine is over, Yin Shuya returns to Beijing

Back in the classroom, the lecturer was already standing on the podium.

Jiang Zhou sat beside Feng Siruo and looked at her quietly.

He was actually saving for a dowry.

This show can be done.

It's inappropriate to say it hard~ my girlfriend.

As a result, I began to prepare to marry someone in private.

Feng Duimeng is really superior.

Jiang Zhou picked up the pen, and lightly poked Feng Siruo's face that could be broken by blowing it with the end of the pen.

Feng Siruo turned her head slightly, and shyly leaned towards Ding Yue.

Seeing this, Jiang Zhou couldn't help raising the corners of his mouth.

He felt that even if he was really worth hundreds of billions, it might not be as good as the quiet time at this time.

"Student Jiang Zhou, please answer this question."

At this moment, the lecturer suddenly looked over: "What are the basic characteristics of credit?"

Jiang Zhou immediately stood up: "Teacher, I choose C!"

"There is no option for this question, I will let you answer it simply."

"Then I'll choose c too."

The voice fell, and whispered laughter came from all around.

The lecturer couldn't help but glared at him: "Don't bully your female classmates in class, remember to listen carefully.

"Good teacher."

Jiang Zhou sat down and squeezed Feng Siruo's face: "It's all your fault, I was named by the teacher

Feng Siruo blushed slightly: "Can you listen to the class well?"

"Originally it was impossible, but for the sake of the dowry, I will listen to you once."

Feng Siruo didn't hear clearly, so he looked at him blankly.

But Jiang Zhou didn't speak any more, but stared at the podium with his eyes wide open.

If you listen carefully, you will not be able to listen, but it is still possible to pretend.

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Twenty minutes later, Jiang Zhou was suddenly patted on the shoulder.

He turned his head slightly, and found that it was Huang Qi, a serious bed-lazy person.

Holding an umbrella, she quietly lay down on the table and put her face close to Jiang Zhou's ear.

"You didn't call the roll just now, did you?"

Jiang Zhou looked at her, not knowing whether to laugh or cry: "You girl, can't you get up earlier?"

Huang Qi sneaked to the seat next to him: "It's early in the morning, it's still raining, it's a waste not to sleep!

"Then why are you running here again?"

"No way, my mother's attendance rate is so low that it can't be lowered. If it continues like this, I will have to retake it!" Jiang Zhou looked at Huang Qi very relieved: "With you here, I am not afraid that it would be too embarrassing for me to fail the exam alone. .”

Huang Qi looked at it with a depressed face: "You also said before that you would fail the exam, and you also said to accompany me to retake the exam, but you didn't fail a single one!

"That's luck, I'll die this time!"

"Is it a grandson if you don't hang up?"

"That's not the case. I still hope that I can be a good student."

Huang Qi took a deep breath and opened the textbook.

Jiang Zhou lowered his head and took a look: "Well, that's pretty good. When you study financial markets, do you need a textbook on statistical analysis?"

"Damn, I came here in a hurry, I took the wrong one!"

"Shall I lend you mine?"

"Forget it, I can't understand it if you give it to me, you'd better wait to fail!"

Huang Qi lay down on the table with a dejected expression, exuding a melancholy temperament.

Jiang Zhou supported his head with his hands: "Little girl, why is it so serious to stay in bed?"

Huang Qi looked back at him: "That's because no one woke me up, why don't you come?"

"I can call you every morning."

"This princess needs a deep kiss to wake her up."

Jiang Zhou smacked his lips: "I think I can kick you awake."

Huang Qi didn't panic at all: "I have no objection, they are all on the same bed anyway."

"Shut up, you scumbag, why don't you marry me!"

"The wicked file a complaint first, if you have the ability to use the card I gave you!"

Jiang Zhou coughed and suddenly remembered Huang Qi's Christmas present.

It was a 7-day chain hotel VIP diamond card.

Two days ago, I took Han Rou and the others to stay in the hotel with this card.

It actually recharged 1 yuan.

The big bed room is only [-] per night!

What is Huang Qi going to do?

This is to destroy yourself alive!

At that time, the heavy rain outside the window continued to pour.

Dark clouds enveloped the entire capital.

Jiang Zhou was about to sleep on his desk for a while, but his phone suddenly started vibrating.

Opening it, it was a message from Yin Shuya.

"I will arrive in Beijing in two hours. Do you have time? Pick me up."

Jiang Zhou was slightly taken aback, then calculated the time.

The God of Medicine started filming on the eve of the Spring Festival.

It's been three months now.

According to the normal progress, it should be finished.

"Okay, I'll pick you up at the airport."

Yin Shuya replied with a happy expression: "I hope there will be flowers when I pick up the plane."

Jiang Zhou sent a flowery expression: "You're welcome."

"I'll cut you to death!"

"Picking? Isn't that bad? (shy)"

Soon, the four classes in the morning were all over.

Jiang Zhou sent Feng Siruo to the cafeteria, left the umbrella behind, and drove into the car alone.

Three or ten minutes later, he arrived at Shangjing Airport.

At that time, Yin Shuya was standing on the side of the road wearing short sleeves, she was so cold that she didn't look like a sister Yu at all.