Chapter 21 The Poor Little Girl on Campus Is My God of Wealth 21
Moreover, Lingyao sometimes gave gifts to their entire class, but not to those who had bullied Fu Chao before.
The gifts are all trendy brand jewelry. Although they are not particularly big brands, they are worth a thousand dollars.
Lingyao looked at her classmates who were holding her gifts and smiling brightly at her.
I sighed in my heart, "How lonely it is to be rich. It turns out that this is how it feels when old men like to hand out fairy peaches and fairy fruits everywhere."
The boys who did not receive gifts later found Fu Chao privately to apologize to him.
"sorry."
Fu Chao looked at them with calm eyes, even the hatred he had before was gone.
"Because you didn't receive any presents?"
Several boys waved their hands hurriedly, their faces flushed.
"No, no, we're not after the gifts. We just feel that it was wrong of us to isolate and bully you in the past."
When everyone in the class got gifts except them, and when everyone gradually avoided them because of previous events, they understood how it felt to be isolated.
Fu Chao looked behind them and suddenly smiled, his handsome face instantly radiating with brilliance.
"Don't apologize, I don't forgive and I don't care."
Because of the appearance of a person, he felt that all the darkness he had experienced was for the purpose of meeting her.
Lingyao walked over and looked at the boys with a chilly look.
"what are you doing?"
When the boys saw Lingyao, they ran away as fast as mice seeing a cat.
"Nothing, let's go buy things for the winter outing."
Fu Chao reached out his hand to pull her, but then he thought of something and withdrew his hand.
I get angry when I talk about Lingyao.
She had planned everything and would stay at home for a few days.
As a result, Fu Chao told her to sign up for the winter tour.
Lingyao said lightly, "Oh!" She would not go even if she reported it.
"I've never been there before, and now I want to go with you."
Fu Chao lowered his head and spoke in a low voice, and the little God of Wealth instantly turned back into a poor little guy.
The system shouted three times in Lingyao's mind with a loud speaker.
"Please try your best to meet the requirements of the Master of Luck. Please try your best to meet the requirements of the Master of Luck. Please try your best to meet the requirements of the Master of Luck!"
Lingyao: “Go away!” Look, if you smile too much, you will develop bad habits.
The two came back from shopping, and as soon as they entered the door, a boy came over and handed Lingyao a notebook.
He winked at Lingyao and said, "Gu Shi just came over to give it to you. Since you were not here, he asked me to give it to you."
Gu Shi didn't know what he was thinking.
He just felt like he had to do something, something to get things back to normal.
"Oh, no."
Lingyao didn't take the notebook. The boy was a little surprised, but he didn't say much and left with the notebook.
Fu Chao was very silent during the entire evening study session. Lingyao didn't say much to begin with, so the two of them became even more silent.
As evening study was about to end, the light above my head went out with a crackling sound.
"What the hell, what's going on."
"What are you doing? I'm studying. Why is there a sudden power outage? Hahaha."
The classroom was noisy and chaotic. Some people were gloating over others' misfortune, while others were unhappy.
There was no teacher scheduled for the last evening self-study session. There was a lot of noise inside and outside the room, and some people were even cheering.
In the darkness, Lingyao's slender neck was held by someone, and the soft and cold touch on her face disappeared immediately.
"I don't want his notes. My grades are better than his."
The next second, the lights came on and the teacher who had arrived stood on the podium and knocked on the blackboard.
"Everyone be quiet, the power just tripped!"
The glaring incandescent light was on in the room. Lingyao tilted her head and glanced at her deskmate Fu Chao.
His back was straight, and he was working on the test paper with a pen in his hand, but his snow-white face was flushed and his long eyelashes were trembling uncontrollably.
With the touch still lingering on her face, Lingyao blinked and called out to the system: "What did he just do?"
The system chuckled twice in an indecent manner: "Bo Bo, he was secretly kissing you just now."
Oh, he is a leader and so shy.
Lingyao: “?”
The system suddenly remembered that this Supreme God seemed to be single for thousands of years. The system rolled its eyes and said, "Host, don't worry about what he is doing. He is the lucky guy, the God of Wealth, and the sponsor. Your uncle should spoil him!"
Since that day, Fu Chao has become more clingy than before.
Lingyao sometimes felt a little annoyed and wanted to be mean to him but she suppressed herself.
Soon the day of the winter outing arrived.
Perhaps because he really attached great importance to this winter trip, Fu Chao even dressed up specially.
Fu Chao still lived in the same alley, and Lingyao came to pick him up by car.
His long and straight legs were wrapped in black pants and the blue sweatshirt made him look youthful. He had a white schoolbag on his back, walked in through the car door, and gave Lingyao a bright smile.
Lingyao's cold black eyes dimmed.
Fu Chao took out the breakfast from the bag and handed it to Lingyao.
Lingyao stretched out her hand, but Fu Chao showed no intention of giving it to her.
"Fu Chao..." Don't think I won't hit you just because you are good-looking.
Before Lingyao could finish her words, Fu Chao put the sandwich close to her mouth.
She smiled with her eyebrows curved: "I made two flavors, you can try them first and see which one you like."
Lingyao looked at Fu Chao, then at the sandwich that was handed to her mouth, and took a long bite.
He also reminded me: "I have grown hands."
"Yeah." Fu Chao responded and once again avoided Lingyao's outstretched hand.
Lingyao was really angry!
She grabbed Fu Chao's hand viciously, and placed her fair and soft hands on Fu Chao's bony fingers. She brought his hand to her lips and finished eating the cheese and seaweed sandwich.
The temperature from the fingertips goes straight to the heart, making the heart itchy.