The School Grass Is Too Overbearing, How to Break It

107. Lu Rong/Ji Wenfeng: Have you seen this pair of lightning/this diamond ring? I won't give it to you to throw it away!

Through the intermediary of all the wicked men, Ji Wenfeng found out that Lu Rong would no longer dare to sell him after reforming, and his mood was a little slow. Anyway, there was nothing to do alone, so he went to the nearby Harbour City and planned to bring some gifts to his family.

Of course, it was not for Lu Rong, this little slave was very bad, even if he deeply realized his mistake, he would not forgive him so easily. Not only does not forgive, but also greatly punishes. He had just consulted Ji Jingshen, and he already had several alternatives in his heart. He must punish Lu Rong severely so that he would never sell himself again.

Ji Wenfeng thought about Lu Rong's affairs, inserted his trouser pockets into the door, and accidentally ran into Lu Rong carrying sneakers in the trendy store opposite.

Lu Rong was tired and exhausted because Ji Wenfeng didn't help him with his shoes. He raised his eyes and saw that Ji Wenfeng was close in front of him. Lu Rong glanced at his face coldly and ignored him.

He pretended to pass the card to the sales clerk casually: "Settle the payment."

Seeing this, Ji Wenfeng stepped forward with his straight long legs, striding behind him, and said, "Is this trying to move the entire shoe store back home?"

"You need to take care of it." Lu Rong lowered his eyes, thick eyelashes concealing the emotions in his eyes.

Ji Wenfeng's slender fingers pinched and took away his secondary card: "Swipe the card yourself." It was getting more and more unreasonable. I offended the owner and wanted to buy and buy, but he didn't have any compelling points in his heart.

Lu Rong took too many orders, and couldn't come up with so much cash for a while, so he had to swallow, "...I want to help my friend bring shoes."

Ji Wenfeng looked at him for a long while and sneered: "You are kind to your friends."

Lu Rong: "..."

Ji Wenfeng is yin and yang weird, if it is normal, Lu Rong must spit out a few words. But today, Lu Rong changed his usual venomous tongue painting style. He hung his head and said nothing or apologized. He stood there indifferently, his black hair covering his delicate and beautiful eyes scatteredly. Only the toes curled up in the shoes, revealing his nervous state of mind at this time.

He stood for a while without saying a word, and picked up his fingernails, looking very focused, but Ji Wenfeng read a little grievance from his moodless face. When Lu Rong was wronged, his lips would rise slightly. He didn't know it, but it was actually like a small oil bottle.

Ji Wenfeng's heart burst, suppressing the urge to take a bite on the small oil bottle, turning his eyes away angrily, and handing the card over distractedly: "Swipe it."

Lu Rong seemed to hesitate for a few seconds, then gently took his card away and swiped it up.

Ji Wenfeng sat on the high stool on one side, leaning on his two long legs, resting his elbows on the table, and looking at him with his chin supported. Looking at it, he smacked out something wrong: "Why do you have so many friends?"

There are thirty or forty pairs of sneakers here. They are all for friends... I didn’t see that he was so popular in school.

Lu Rong's muscles were tense, and he hummed nonchalantly. In fact, only 26 pairs were released for the purchasing service at the beginning, and more than 40 pairs have been added in the past two days.

"Your friend asked you not to pay for the purchase? Let you pay in advance?" Ji Wenfeng became more suspicious.

Lu Rong was suddenly startled, more nervous than Shen Yu had caused him just now.

He has just started to build this product line. Even if the trust of all the villains on this platform is repeatedly traded, the students dare not make money without seeing the real thing. Lu Rong didn't mind, and put it on his own first. He is willing to take a bit of a loss in business. Anyway, if he brings genuine shoes back, it is too late for others to rush to ask for them. Even if the person who booked doesn't want it, it's easy to come out.

But this matter was really suspicious in Ji Wenfeng's place, and Lu Rong had to find an excuse: "...I didn't take it with me."

Ji Wenfeng coldly snorted. Forgetting everything, it's not because you have money. When Lu Rong was right, he swiped his credit card wherever he went. Ji Jingshen was right, he was too used to him! By the way, I have to call Ji Jingshen and ask him to send someone to bring back all the sneakers from this half of the store. Otherwise, how to take them home, even if he grows eight arms, he won't be enough to carry the shoes for Lu Rong.

Therefore, Lu Rong, who had paid the bill, saw a large group of people getting off the car with jc communication, rushing into the street brand store to Ji Wenfeng, and bowing to him: "Good shareholder! Good wife, shareholder!"

Ji Wenfeng blushed: "Who is the wife of shareholders!"

What's wrong with Ji Jingshen! Didn't you convey the important instruction of "Lu Rong has been demoted to slave"!

Ji Wenfeng looked at Shang Lu Rong's probing eyes, blushing, and angrily at the employees: "What are you doing in a daze, move!"

Lu Rong's eyes were deep, he bent over and picked up a pair of shoes on the ground, and said to the employee who wanted to carry him, "I'll do it myself."

This is a pair of Fujiwara Hiroshi, he used to apologize to Ji Wenfeng.

The reason why he brought sneakers that far exceeded the volume of his suitcase this time was to make a little more money and settle the accounts for Fujiwara Hiroshi. Otherwise, when he comes to Hong Kong this trip, he will be exhausted with the goods and still lose money.

Lu Rong straightened up and watched the jc correspondent busy carrying shoes, while Ji Wenfeng blushed and sat there sulking. He couldn't help holding his sneaker bag with his hands and turned his back behind him. He turned his straight body twice.

From left to right and from right to left, his eyes flickered, and he was as brisk as a sneaker bag and almost flying.

"What are you carrying behind?" His every move couldn't escape Ji Wenfeng's eyes.

"Nothing." Lu Rong immediately stood up straight, his eyes averted, but his face flushed slightly.

"Nothing?" Ji Wenfeng walked to him and snatched it over.

Lu Rong was taken aback: "You..."

Ji Wenfeng took a look, and let out a long cry: "aj Fujiwara Hiroshi co-branded Big Lightning, your friend is very rich." The shoe size is that big and tall too.

Ji Wenfeng thought of this level, his eyes rolled, and he looked at Lu Rong sharply: "What's his name?"

Lu Rong snatched the shoes from his hand and walked out with the tips of his ears red: "I want you to take care of it."

Ji Wenfeng: "..."

With so many pairs of shoes, Lu Rong moved them at will. Only this pair was well guarded, and he had to carry them by himself. It was very precious.

The other way round, he came to Hong Kong to play in the warm wind, but he didn't say anything when he ran into a wild man when he went out, but he also paid the wild man to buy shoes!

If it were placed in the old society, a small slave like Lu Rong would be soaked in a pig cage!

Without saying a word, Ji Wenfeng rushed to grab Lu Rong's wrist, and despite his resistance, led him into the Cartier store. As soon as the two entered the door, they found almost all girls here. Lu Rong was watched by a group of young ladies. He shook Ji Wenfeng's hand and didn't shake it away: "What are you doing here?"

Ji Wenfeng looked at him, coldly spit out three words: "Buy a ring."

The red on Lu Rong's face was suddenly red to the root of his neck, and he stared at Ji Wenfeng angrily, his black and clear eyes seemed to say: Who wants to marry you!

Ji Wenfeng watched him blushing and white, white and red, prankly leaning against his ear, and said every word: "No, yes, here, you, yes."

Lu Rong: "..."

He didn't come up in a breath, as if he had sat down to the sky and hugged the dragon once, and his mood went down from the sky to the bottom of the valley.

Ji Wenfeng took a fancy to a ring and said to the clerk behind the counter: "Take this one out and have a look."

The luxury butler in a suit smiled and said, "Who wears it?"

Ji Wenfeng grabbed Lu Rong's hand and pressed it on the glass counter.

The well-informed luxury butler was slightly taken aback: Now male high school students can really play...

"Don't get me wrong, it's just that my girlfriend's fingers are as thin as his." Ji Wenfeng stroked Lu Rong's ring finger, "just use his fingers to try."

As soon as the voice fell, Ji Wenfeng felt Lu Rong's body stiff in his arms.

Ji Wenfeng was happy in his heart: Now you know how I felt at that time!

Knowing the stall Lu Rong had sold him, Ji Wenfeng was really scared in a cold sweat: If he hadn't found it in time, he would really be afraid that one day he would wake up in bed, only to find that the person next to him was not Lu Rong.

As a gold master who was given to others by a small slave, Ji Wenfeng must pay his debts!

Since Lu Rong likes giving him away so much, let him deeply understand how he feels locked up with others! Ji Jingshen said, to deal with these duplicity things, you have to cruelly abuse them.

It's just that Lu Rong was curled up in his arms, and there was no movement for a long time except for the initial stiffness.

Ji Wenfeng was a little discouraged, Lu Rong didn't seem to care about it.

The butler took out the ring and tentatively glanced at Ji Wenfeng.

Ji Wenfeng suddenly felt boring, and relaxed the strength in his hand.

Therefore, Ji Wenfeng saw that the boy's well-knotted right hand that was forcibly pressed on the glass showcase by him, surreptitiously and resolutely retracted his five fingers and clenched his fists.

Not a finger is left for him!

Ji Wenfeng's heart was about to jump out of his throat, and his ears against Lurong said, "Stretch it out."

Lu Rong clenched his fists and pressed his lips. He lowered his head and stood in front of the counter, stubbornly confronting him. He is very handsome, and he would not bow his head with others, but when you look closely, his dark and moist eyes are already covered with a mist of water.

He actually pushed Lu Rong to such a point. Unexpectedly, Ji Wenfeng Industry didn't expect it, and his heart suddenly softened and let him go.

Lu Rong wiped his eyes with his sleeves, turned and left, putting the hand he had grabbed back into his arms.

But before he took a step, the poor hand was caught again. This time I tried harder, as if I was afraid he would run in the next second.

Ji Wenfeng firmly held Lu Rong in his hand: "Which style do you like, pick a pair here."

Lu Rong sat up into the sky and hugged the dragon again, so angry that he wanted to break him away, but he didn't succeed. Instead, he was caught in his arms by the whole person.

Ji Wenfeng circled him and put his chin on top of his head: "You have to pick the wedding ring yourself."

"Who wants to marry you?" Lu Rong's voice was lower than usual, and the eyelashes of the little fan habitually hung, scratching at Ji Wenfeng's heart every time.

Ji Wenfeng snickered, rolled him for two steps, and walked to the side of the counter on the right: "Did you see it? Three carats, is it bright."

Lu Rong's eyes brightened when he saw the price.

"Pick a pair." Ji Wenfeng bewitched.

Lu Rong looked carefully for a while, and picked a pair of three-carat rings.

"Like this?" Ji Wenfeng asked.

Lu Rong nodded shyly.

Ji Wenfeng swept him back to the counter next to him, pointed to a pair of 0.3-carat diamond rings and said, "Just come here."

Lu Rong: "!"

What a small drill!

"You used to have three carats, but now you only have 0.3 carats." Ji Wenfeng held up the small diamond ring and warned him seriously, "Do you know why? Because you sold your husband. Your gold owner is no better than your husband, he only I’ll buy you 0.3 carats."

Lu Rong flew up a bag and smashed his sneakers on his face, then turned and left with the bag.

No broken ring, there is no pair of Fujiwara Hiroki, the man Ji Wenfeng is dead!