Chapter 49 My life is all about spending

Without waiting for Lin Lang to continue to make Chu Yiren happy.

Then he saw Zhou Weihao, the son of the richest man in Yihai at the time, followed by two dandy followers, holding wine glasses and proudly approaching Chu Yiren, who was looking at Lin Lang with a sweet smile.

"Miss Chu, long time no see!" Zhou Weihao stepped forward to greet her.

Chu Yiren looked back when she heard the voice.

Chu Yiren was surprised to see that the visitor was Zhou Weihao, the son of the richest man in Hai. Instead of smiling, she lowered her eyebrows and replied indifferently, "It seems that there is nothing good to see between Mr. Zhou and me."

Zhou Weihao held up his wine glass and smiled awkwardly: "Miss Chu was smiling brightly just now, but she turned cold as ice after seeing me. Your expression changed too quickly, didn't it?"

Chu Yiren raised her beautiful little face and said with cold contempt: "You are not worthy, this young lady is smiling at you."

Zhou Weihao felt embarrassed after hearing this. He felt a little embarrassed in front of his followers, so he said self-deprecatingly: "Hey, hey, I'm the son of the richest man in Hai, but I'm not even worthy of Miss Chu's attention."

"Then I am very curious, who is this handsome young man next to Miss Chu, and how lucky he is to win her smile?"

As Zhou Weihao spoke, he looked at Lin Lang with hostility.

Zhou Weihao, who had ulterior motives, used the term "handsome white-faced young man" to describe Lin Lang, implying that Lin Lang was a gigolo.

Why did Zhou Weihao feel hostile towards Lin Lang? Because as the son of the richest man in Hai, he had pursued Chu Yiren for a long time, but was repeatedly rejected ruthlessly by Chu Yiren.

Even Chu Yiren, who was born with a proud and arrogant character, had never looked Zhou Weihao in the eye.

Every time Zhou Weihao saw Chu Yiren in a business setting, he would take the initiative to greet Chu Yiren enthusiastically, but without exception he was always ignored.

This made Zhou Weihao, the son of the richest man in Hai, feel inferior. He couldn't understand why Chu Yiren hated him so much.

Zhou Weihao, who has been coveting Chu Yiren for a long time, always thought that she had no interest in men.

Today, Zhou Weihao was shocked to see that the arrogant Chu Yiren looked gentle, sweet and dependent in front of Lin Lang, which made him doubt his life.

Zhou Weihao implied that Lin Lang was a gigolo.

Lin Lang deliberately put his arm around Chu Yiren's waist, looked provocatively at Zhou Weihao, the son of the richest man in Hai, and said sarcastically: "Mr. Zhou, you don't know that Yiren is allergic to things that are not beautiful in appearance."

Lin Lang implied that Zhou Weihao was ugly, and the two of them were just rivals in love, exchanging courtesies.

"You..." Zhou Weihao was so angry that he was speechless for a moment.

Chu Yiren, the daughter of a wealthy family, was hugged by Lin Lang's slender and soft waist in public. Instead of getting angry, she cooperated with Lin Lang and deliberately acted coquettishly, "My dear, you still understand me."

"When I see something that is not beautiful in appearance, I feel a little nauseous."

Lin Lang said sarcastically: "I know no one will refuse something that is beautiful on the outside, but are things that are not beautiful on the outside really that eye-catching?"

Chu Yiren echoed the words, "It's not really that eye-catching, it's just that it's an ugly thing, dangling in front of me, it's really annoying."

Zhou Weihao was so angry after hearing this that he almost broke the red wine glass in his hand.

Lin Lang continued to say mischievously: "Isn't it like a toad jumping on your feet, not biting you but making you feel nauseous?"

Chu Yiren pretended to be coquettish and held Lin Lang's arm, lowering her eyebrows and replied: "Yes!"

Lin Lang raised his eyebrows and smiled wickedly, "Mr. Zhou, you don't sense earthquakes, why is your wine glass shaking?"

Zhou Weihao had a thousand alpaca horses galloping through his heart, thinking, "I've made you so angry that I'm shaking, and you're still saying sarcastic things. You're really pissing me off!"

Zhou Weihao's face was extremely ugly. He felt that he had lost face in front of his followers and was so angry that his lungs were about to explode.

No matter how angry you are, rich people still have to maintain their dignity.

So, Zhou Weihao suppressed his anger and asked, "I am not Zhang Heng, and I don't have the function of a seismograph. May I ask your name, brother?"

"I am Lin Lang, a handsome, elegant, talented, handsome man who looks like Pan An, known as a pear blossom that outshines a crabapple, and nicknamed the Jade-faced Little Flying Dragon."

"Twin Woods, waves of spray."

“I don’t even use oars when rowing. I rely on the waves all my life.”

Lin Lang was talking nonsense in a serious tone, with a look of contempt at the corners of his mouth and a look as sharp as a knife in his eyes.

Zhou Weihao was almost mad with anger, he had never met such a boastful young man who dared to act cool in front of him, you have to know that he was the son of the richest man in Hai.

"I can see that you are quite wild!" A trace of displeasure flashed across Zhou Weihao's face.

Chu Yiren couldn't help laughing after hearing this. She tactically took a sip of red wine, but couldn't help but sprayed Zhou Weihao all over.

"Uh...sorry, Mr. Zhou!"

"The conversation between you two was so funny that I couldn't help myself. Your suit must be very expensive, right?"

"I'll compensate you."

Chu Yiren opened her limited edition Prada bag and took out her checkbook and pen.

"Uh..." The two followers behind Zhou Weihao were all stunned, but they didn't dare to even fart.

Zhou Weihao suppressed his anger, looked at the wine stains on his body, and maintained his final decency, but he was so angry that the muscles on his face were trembling.