A Fully-Leveled Bigshot Builds a Farm with Her Family After Transmigrating-Chapter 317: Society death scene

Chapter 317 The scene of the death of the society

Wang Chuan: "..."

He doesn't know if his mother is in good health, but he's going to be scared out of his mind anyway. f𝙧𝒆𝚎𝑤e𝚋𝓷o𝘷𝗲l.c𝐨m

"Ms. Yang, why is there no sound when she walks?" She regretted it as soon as she finished speaking. The girl must have said that he was deaf.

Sometimes the person who knows you best is not your friend, but your opponent.

He immediately stuck to Yang Yuecheng's words, and quickly said, "The expenses have increased recently, and I can't afford books, so I can only copy books here. I am ashamed."

Yang Yuecheng thought, blame her? I'm complaining.

The two came out twice.

For the first time in the teahouse, her little sister ate too much and offered the money. This person just hid behind his back and handed it over, but was disrespectful.

The second time, I didn’t have a penny, and I didn’t enter a shop.

"I heard that you came to see a doctor. I was worried and came to see it. I have a little sister I know. She has a lot of connections. Do you want me to ask her to introduce you to a doctor?"

"That's good, when? Today?"

"today."

"Forget it, or tomorrow, I have to pay every time I enter the library. It's still early in the morning, wouldn't it be a waste of money to leave?"

Yang Yuecheng went to order dessert, milk tea with ice, sat beside him and ate happily.

She had no false politeness this time.

Because she knew that this person was really good at climbing poles.

"Miss Yang seems to have a good appetite."

"Copy your book... I mean, um, I have a good appetite." Yang Yuecheng took a sip of milk tea enjoying herself, and put the small ingredients at the bottom of the bowl into her mouth with a small spoon.

Well, it’s sweet.

Feel good.

"The women I've seen before have very small appetites."

Yang Yuecheng was thinking about one thing.

How to avoid the books in front of him and put this bowl of milk tea on his head.

"Maybe because I ate less when I saw you," Yang Yuecheng said in a gentle voice, "After all, there is a word called nausea."

Wang Chuan focused on two tasks, and talked to her while copying the book, "Then is Miss Yang different from other women?"

Yang Yuecheng came to his senses.

She dug herself a hole.

"I'm relieved to see that Miss Yang has such a good appetite. It seems that I haven't turned off Miss Yang's appetite."

The red bean paste in my mouth suddenly lost its fragrance.

Take out a small notebook and prepare to continue to record all kinds of strange human beings in this world.

Suddenly Yang Yuecheng felt something was wrong.

It was too quiet.

The discussions around Jiang Jiang mixed into the potato pile, "Heavenly Tribulation", recent book price cuts, etc. disappeared completely.

She glanced around blankly.

Old or young, elegant or handsome faces are all looking at her.

Or rather, looking at the two of them.

All kinds of strange human beings include herself.

Yang Yuecheng slowly took out the small round fan from her waist, suddenly covered half of her face, turned around and left without hesitation.

"Miss Yang..."

Yang Yuecheng felt the wind under his feet.

"When will you see the doctor? Where can I wait for you? Yang..."

The handle of the flying fan hit his chest.

The eyes of the people around are extremely complicated.

Whispering.

At this moment, "Heavenly Tribulation" is not as good as the gossip on this table.

Yang Yuecheng's claim to ask a doctor for help is not a lie.

She did ask Jiang Tanyue to help her find a doctor with excellent medical skills.

Although there was no explanation, Yang Yuecheng found the library the next day and saw Wang Chuan waiting for her at the door.

honestly.

He is pretty.

Xiaomiao and Xiaoya said they couldn't compare to the little Shen Xiaobai they knew, but this appearance could occupy a high place among the scholars who came and went.

I don’t know if it’s really easy to see, so that she can recognize it at a glance, or if the temperament that no one else has on her is too conspicuous.

(end of this chapter)