88: C88 Chu Yaoyao's Extrusion(1)

C88 Chu Yaoyao's Extrusion(1)

Every mud man has a bit of fire, let alone Lin Fei.

After being sprayed by Zhao Qingyan's best friend, Chu Yaoyao, for several minutes, Lin Fei was thoroughly enraged.

"Enough, I, Lin Fei, am not good enough for Zhao Qingyan, what does it have to do with you?"

Lin Fei retaliated, his eyes filled with disdain as he stared at Chu Yaoyao.

"What does it have to do with me?" Chu Yaoyao snorted coldly, "Qingyan is my best friend, I have to take care of her."

Actually, she had her own selfish thoughts.

She and Zhao Qingyan were nurses in obstetrics and gynecology, while Bao Tiezhu was the director of obstetrics and gynecology.

She wanted to curry favor with Bao Tie Zhu and get the promotion of Bao Tie Zhu. She wanted to become a head nurse in obstetrics and gynecology.

However, he didn't get the chance.

Recently, Bao Tiezhu knew that she was Zhao Qingyan's best friend.

After that, he found her and asked her to bring him and Zhao Qingyan together.

Therefore, she happily agreed.

At this moment, when she saw Zhao Qingyan and Lin Fei together, her heart was filled with disagreement.

"Friend? What's wrong with your best friend? Can your best friend just care about what kind of boyfriend Qingyan is looking for? "

Lin Fei pursed his lips, disagreeing with Lin Fei's opinion. Right now, they were free to get married, even their parents couldn't do anything about it.

Friend? Hehe.

"Qingyan, you wouldn't be looking for a poor guy like him to be your boyfriend, right?"

Being rendered speechless by Lin Fei, Chu Yaoyao turned to Zhao Qingyan and asked.

Between Lin Fei and Chu Yaoyao, Zhao Qingyan was in a difficult position.

One was her childhood friend. Not only had he helped her, he had saved her in the afternoon.

One was her best friend in the hospital. When there was an accident in the hospital today, Chu Yaoyao had stood up to protect her.

No matter who she leaned towards, she felt that it wasn't good.

Seeing that Zhao Qingyan did not answer for a long time, Lin Fei was very happy.

At the very least, this meant that he still had a huge chance of winning in the future.

On the other hand, Chu Yaoyao was very unhappy, and said sternly: "Qingyan, you can't be thinking about this poor competition, right?"

"Look at him, what's so good about him? Is all his clothes worth a hundred yuan?"

"Oh, that's not right. Is it even worth fifty yuan?"

"He stands with you like a toad and a white swan. Too bad."

Needless to say, Chu Yaoyao's words were extremely sinister.

Not only did he beat Lin Fei up, but he also revealed the disparity between Lin Fei and Zhao Qingyan.

"Don't look down on poor youths, have you not heard of it?" Lin Fei coldly stared at Chu Yaoyao as he spoke in a thunderous voice.1

If Chu Yaoyao wasn't Zhao Qingyan's best friend, Lin Fei wouldn't even bother to look at her.

There were too many people who were ugly!

"Heh heh, in that case, you admit that you are a poor person now."

Chu Yaoyao stared at Lin Fei, her eyes filled with disdain and contempt.

When she was still at the Acropolis University, Chu Yaoyao had seen too many people like Lin Fei.

Even her ex-boyfriend had said something like that.

In the end, she wasted two years of her life on her ex-boyfriend.

Now, she regretted everything.

"All of this is completely fleeting." The corner of Zhao Qingyan's mouth curled up with a hint of superiority, "You don't have a house or a car, and you still want to woo our family's Qingyan?"

Pausing, she continued with a heavy tone, "It's simply wishful thinking!"

For a moment, Lin Fei could not utter a single word.

That's right, he had been stung by Chu Yaoyao.

In today's society, there were too many wolves and too few meat.

When a woman finds a target, the demands she makes are getting higher and higher.

At the very least, there had to be a house.

Lin Fei laughed bitterly.

He thought of his first love and invested everything in it.

And in the end, I said, you won't feel like my home.

The root of it was that Lin Fei did not have a house.

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