I Don’t Want To Be Popular

　　 Chen Chuan was sitting in the car, playing with his mobile phone, and occasionally looked up at the car models during the interview.

　　 There is a newest status in the circle of friends.

　　 Huang Yiting: Happy! I even got s salary. It is said that s at this store is super difficult to get!

　　 Now, a daily salary of 1,600 can make people so happy. Chen Chuan felt a little bit sour. Thinking back to him two days ago, he had received nearly 90 million house and decoration money, but he was only happy.

　　 The interview lasted until 5 o'clock in the afternoon, and the 12 selected people were briefly trained in the store. Mainly Zhang Jingyin told them about the station position and simple data of a few sports cars.

　　 Huang Yiting took the time to walk to Chen Chuan's side, and she asked: "You haven't selected the car yet? We are all interviewed, I stayed, and got the S-level salary."

　　 She looks good and radiant. A pair of eyes seemed to glow, paced back and forth, high-heeled shoes making a click on the floor.

　　 "Congratulations, I heard that the luxury car model is...you buy it as a gift?" Chen Chuan asked jokingly, his eyes attracted by her moving white legs.

　　 She laughed and said, "That's a lie. I haven't encountered it, nor have the sisters around me encountered such a thing."

　　 "Then I will buy one of you and see if I can take you out by the way?"

　　 "Haha, you think too much. Besides, the contract car I signed with the dealership is a Ferrari 488. Can you afford it?"

　　Students like her, especially first-year students, speak a lot more directly. If they are social people, like Zhang Jingyin, they will never say "you can afford" directly.

　　 Although it's just a joke.

　　 The sky is getting dark.

　　 Huang Yiting said: "It's time to go back to school, how about you, have you decided what car to buy?"

　　 "If you don't buy a car, come here to play, take you back." Chen Chuan came out of the Land Rover.

　　 "Okay." Huang Yiting followed Chen Chuan to the outside of the store, and saw the lake-blue Lamborghini bull, slowly raising the butterfly door.

　　 She opened her eyes wide, and now she stood there with a surprised expression: "Your car?"

　　 "Well, it's pretty cool. Get in the car and take you for a walk."

　　 "Can't tell? The first time I saw you, I felt that your guitar is so good, I didn't expect you..."

　　 Huang Yiting got in the car. The car was sitting in a very low posture, her short skirt was strangled to the base of her thighs.

　　 "What have I been sitting on, hard?" She reached out and touched the seat, which was a bag.

　　 She carried it, very heavy.

　　 Chen Chuan also got in the car and looked at the bag. It was white.

　　 Oh no, the legs are white, and the bag is black, very black.

　　 "I don't remember what it is, just open it and you will know it." Chen Chuan said.

　　 Huang Yiting opened the bag, and inside was a pile of new red banknotes.

　　 She opened her small mouth again in surprise.

　　 Chen Chuan had forgotten that there was a bag of money on the passenger seat of this car, which time should it be taken out.

　　 The new cash brought a visual impact. Huang Yiting put the bag on her lap and said, "I saw so much money for the first time."

　　 Chen Chuan started the car and left the Auto City, but was stuck there in the evening rush hour.

　　 "Do you like it?" Chen Chuan asked.

　　 Huang Yiting laughed: "Nonsense, who doesn't like it?"

　　 "Take it, here you are."

　　 "Cut it, it's fake! I don't believe it when you tell me one of them. I don't believe it very much. Who would give one hundred for no reason." Huang Yiting said.

　　 "Yes, it's impossible for no reason. But if..." Chen Chuan glanced at her.

　　 "What if?" Huang Yiting's heartbeat suddenly accelerated, and a strange and bold thought flashed through her mind. If you really give it to yourself, then you have to be walked into.

　　 "Why haven't you taught Wang Xiaoqing guitar recently?" Huang Yiting asked again.

"quite busy."

　　 Chen Chuan did receive several messages from Wang Xiaoqing, but there was really no time.

　　 The car stopped and walked, and stopped again.

　　 Chen Chuan felt that there was nowhere to put his right hand, it would be nice to have something to put it on.

　　 It would be great if it was Chen Yanyan or An Di in the co-pilot.

　　 "This team is so long." Huang Yiting looked ahead.

　　 "Are you hungry?"

　　 "I'm hungry, my stomach growls, I want to eat." she said.

　　 This kind of feeling is a bit strange. In the world of fiction, I am already familiar with her, including her home, but in reality, he is sitting in a car, but he still needs to get along with strangers.

　　 Chen Chuan thought that in the world of novels, Huang Yiting's family opened an orchard, and he had helped solve the financial difficulties he encountered.

　　 The convoy finally moved.

　　 Chen Chuan originally planned to turn to the roadside shop for dinner if it continues to block.

　　 But since it moved, continue to drive forward. There is no more blockage in front.

　　 The car drove all the way to the main entrance of Qin Da, which is Chen Chuan’s alma mater.

After 　　 stopped, Huang Yiting said, "Thank you for taking me back. Did I get off?"

"bye."

　　 The car door opened, and Huang Yiting bent over and stepped out one leg.

　　 Chen Chuan suddenly said: "Hey, here is this for you."

　　 "What?" Huang Yiting turned her head and saw Chen Chuan put the bag in her arms.

　　 She felt her arms sank suddenly and her face was stunned.

　　 Chen Chuan said: "Take it, you don't have to work so hard to be a car model."

　　 "Huh? This, this?" Huang Yiting's face suddenly flushed to her neck.

　　 She has one leg outside the car door and half of her body in the car, holding the bag in her arms.

　　 "What does this mean?" she asked.

　　 "Uh, there is nothing like holding a flower."

　　...

　　 Chen Chuan drove the car, found a shopping mall nearby, and went in for a meal of Chaoshan hot pot.

　　 Eating hot pot alone, it's also leisurely.

　　 Flushing the freshly sliced ​​beef, open the Dousha platform, watch the live broadcast, see the comfortable one, send a plane or rocket.

　　 There are more than 8 million shark fins in the account, so it takes a long time to send it out.

the other side.

　　 Huang Yiting returned to the dormitory with her dead bag.

　　 She hurriedly took off her short skirt, her cold legs turned blue all the way. I changed into jeans and a sweater, and felt warm immediately, then looked at the bag on the bed.

　　 In the dormitory, there is a schoolboy wearing glasses reading a book, the others are not there, presumably they went to eat.

　　 The elder sisters said without looking up: "Tingting, look at your circle of friends, what do you mean by getting an s-level salary?"

　　 Huang Yiting is wandering...

　　 "Yiting?" Xueba called again.

　　 "Huh? Oh...that's 1600 a day" Huang Yiting said, pulling and pulling the bag, how many bundles is this? Roughly counted, nearly two hundred bundles!

　　 1600 a day, this is at least a thousand 1600, right?

　　 a thousand days?

　　 What does that brother mean~www.ltnovel.com~ Just give it to yourself?

　　 Schoolmaster sisters said: "Envy, beautiful figure, easy money, 1,600 a day, but in such a cold day, wearing short skirts and high heels for a day is hard work? Will your legs be sore?"

"Ok…"

　　 "However, you can get a new phone if you go there a few more times, right? Your old phone can't be repaired well?" Xue domineering.

　　 Huang Yiting took a look at the package of money. If you buy a mobile phone, just take out a bundle and buy the one she always wanted, but she didn’t want to buy it.

　　 But, how can you ask for this money? It's a bad name. I met that brother twice, right?

　　 Just then, the door of the dormitory was pushed open.

　　Wang Xiaoqing walked in and handed a bunch of candied haws to Huang Yiting, and another one to the students.

　　Wang Xiaoqing ate the candied haws and glanced at the bag on Huang Yiting's bed.

　　 Huang Yiting's heart chuckles, oh! How to explain? You know, my brother taught Wang Xiaoqing the guitar, and Wang Xiaoqing yelled at each master.

　　 "I'm going! Hermes bag? Really fake?" Wang Xiaoqing approached and sat on Huang Yiting's bed, "Is it high imitation bought online? It looks good quality!"

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