Lost in love at the beginning, I backhand her best friend

Chapter 206 Butterfly Loves Flowers

Wanting your size, Liu Qianqian interrupted Liu Piaopiao: "What are you making money for me and Zihao? You are paying off the debt, and at the same time making money for yourself."

Jiu Zhuang was cowardly, Liu Piaopiao said unconvinced: "I didn't say that I didn't earn money for myself, Sanqi was included in the account, I am so pitiful, when will I be financially free."

Liu Qianqian is too lazy to reason with Liu Piaopiao, if you go to another brokerage company, you can achieve Amitabha twice.

Otherwise, how could it happen that a celebrity has been in the industry for ten years and has been busy all year round, only to have 10,000+ executable assets in the end?

How dangerous the world is and how big the appetite for capital is, most ordinary people can't get in touch with it, and they won't understand it.

"You are really bad at drinking, so stop drinking if you can't." Wang Zihao said to Liu Piaopiao.

She doesn't know if this silly girl treats her well, and she can't tell if she treats her badly.

A real young girl, naive, simple, straightforward, childish...

"It's not that bad." Liu Qianqian knew Liu Piaopiao best, "She's like this after drinking a cup, and she's like that after drinking two bottles. She's not afraid of anything."

"Won't she vomit?" Wang Zihao asked.

"She has a strong physical instinct, she really can't drink anymore, she will stop by herself." Liu Qianqian asked Liu Piaopiao to pour the wine and continue drinking.

Liu Piaopiao didn't think much about it, and took Third Sister's words as a compliment. While pouring the wine, she arrogantly said, "I am the number one drinker in our family. The doctor said that my liver function is very strong, so I can hangover quickly."

"Does your family mean you and your parents' home, or the whole family?" Wang Zihao laughed.

"Everyone." Liu Piaopiao added with a guilty conscience, "But among the sisters, I deserve to be the number one drinker."

"I know you are the number one drinker, and you can down several tables." Liu Qianqian said, "This is the only thing you can show off."

"Haha, it's not that great." Liu Piaopiao was quite proud, and said to Wang Zihao, "Old classmate, I will go out to make money tomorrow, and I don't know when I will be able to return to Junsha. Write me a farewell song." Shibai, I also want to leave my name in history."

Liu Qianqian raised her eyebrows, I haven't even thought about it, how dare you think about it?

Wang Zihao pondered for a while, and said: "It's not impossible, I'm sure I will be famous in history in the future, and my confidante will get a little bit of glory."

Liu Piaopiao's eyes lit up, she just said casually if she wanted to leave her name in history.

But if Wang Zihao's name is really left in history, those who are close to him can more or less leave a piece of history.

Like Su Dongpo's wife in the previous life, Li Shangyin's wife, although not as familiar as her husband, well-known to every household, but her name has indeed left a long history.

On the contrary, some emperors found out that there was such a person after studying the literature, which is sad and lamentable, not even as good as a literati.

"On a certain day in a certain year and month, Wang Shixian gave a poem to his friend Liu Piaopiao on the balcony of his home..." Liu Piaopiao was delighted.

Liu Qianqian became a little anxious, and said to Wang Zihao, "Honey, you haven't written a love letter or poem to me."

Liu Piaopiao shuddered and shivered. The third sister's "husband" was a bit unbearable for others.

"Don't be in a hurry. We'll talk about it later. We have plenty of time. We will live a lifetime in the future." Wang Zihao said.

Liu Piaopiao couldn't help but said, "What if it's broken?"

Liu Qianqian's eyes seemed to be able to kill people. If her eyes had this ability, she would definitely be out of control now, so she tied up Liu Piaopiao with her eyes and threw them out of the balcony.

The railings on the balcony of Wang Zihao's house are high enough, and there is no anti-theft net installed.

Back then, Lao Wang and Xu Yixin didn't want to pretend, but to install one or turn it into a glass window would cost thousands, or even tens of thousands, at least.

Save as much as you can, anyway, there is nothing valuable at home, and the law and order in Jinhu Mansion is also very good, here is the 39th floor again.

Money should be used wisely.

"Reconcile after we break up." Wang Zihao was not as sensitive as Liu Qianqian, and was more tolerant of Liu Piaopiao.

"You are not allowed to write poems tonight." Liu Qianqian said angrily.

After drinking a cup, Liu Piaopiao has long since given up on Third Sister: "I'm not married yet, it's so unreasonable, what should I do when I get married?"

Liu Qianqian was a little crazy, even if she drank too much before, Seventh Sister was not like this, why is she so irritating tonight?
"Aren't you really going to write?" Wang Zihao asked his girlfriend with a smile.

"Don't write, she's too annoying." Liu Qianqian said angrily.

Liu Piaopiao's parents had been looking forward to her getting married for a long time, and it would be annoying for the family to just watch, let alone give them a backstab from time to time.

"But I have an inspiration." Wang Zihao said.

Liu Qianqian hesitated.

Wang Zihao added: "And this poem is not just a farewell poem, it is also suitable for you. Your grandma should like it very much."

Liu Piaopiao hurriedly took Wang Zihao's arm: "Third brother-in-law, give it to me, I want it!"

Wang Zihao has a big head.

Liu Qianqian no longer hesitated, and said to Liu Piaopiao: "Go to the study, paper and pen."

Liu Piaopiao hurriedly got up and staggered into the living room.

Walking in, she looked around at the end of the living room, and then she found the direction of the study, and walked in while leaning on the wall.

"Are you really inspired?" Liu Qianqian sat on her boyfriend's lap. Hearing that a beautiful woman can make a man move with emotion, inspiration exploded, and she wanted to help him.

"No need to do this, I'm confident." Under the stimulation of alcohol, Wang Zihao's resistance to beautiful women was even lower.

"You're starting to dislike me." Liu Qianqian said aggrievedly.

"No." Wang Zihao wondered, "Think about it with your butt, don't you notice any difference?"

"I found it." Liu Qianqian moved her butt.

She is getting more and more sensitive, her face turns red when she touches her, and her body becomes soft when she touches her.

"Then why don't you sit back?" Wang Zihao pressed his girlfriend's tenderness on his cheek, and it was so comfortable to caress.

Coming out of the study, just entering the living room, seeing the scene on the balcony, Liu Piaopiao had goose bumps all over her body.

In her mind, the third sister was becoming less and less dignified.

"Zihao, do you want a brush or a water-based pen?" Liu Piaopiao was holding a bunch of things, including brushes, water-based pens, ink, and paper, thinking very thoughtfully.

Some papers have background pictures, all of them are traditional Chinese paintings, there are landscape pictures, figure paintings, and landscape sketches...

Writing poems on it is a calligraphy and painting.

"I can't write with a calligraphy brush. I have to practice. Give me the water-based pen." After Liu Qianqian went down, Wang Zihao picked up a black water-based pen from Liu Piaopiao's arms.

Liu Qianqian tidied up the small table, leaving a space for papers.

"Is grandma asleep?" Wang Zihao asked Liu Qianqian before he was about to write.

"It should be soon." Liu Qianqian asked, "What's wrong?"

"I wanted to give her a song tonight, but there were too many people and she was busy, so I didn't have the chance to give it to her. Now I should give it to her." Wang Zihao said, "I'll write a sentence, you take a picture and send it to her. "

Sentence by sentence, the impression is deeper and the feeling is deeper.

Poetry should be like this.

"Yeah." Liu Qianqian moved the small bench over to get closer to her boyfriend, holding her mobile phone.

(End of this chapter)