YY8848高清私人影院

   No wonder my brother is the same, isn't this Murong Qianjin himself?

   "I, am I dreaming?" Yang Xin pulled his face in disbelief. "It hurts!"

  Leng Yan was also secretly surprised by Murong Qiao's identity. Although he usually knew that Murong Qiao's background must be good, he never expected it to be so good.

   "I am indeed the daughter of Murong you mentioned, but I am also your roommate Murong Qiao." Murong Qiao patted Yang Xin on the shoulder.

   "Please don't say anything about this matter." She never felt that her status was a kind of showing off.

  Yang Xin and Leng Yan looked at each other, and made a very sensible and tacit gesture of shutting up, indicating that they would not speak out.

  Murong Qiao also understood what kind of temperament the two of them had. Seeing them like this, she smiled lightly and felt relieved, so she didn't say anything more.

  But they also ignored one person, Zheng Yue.

  Zheng Yue stayed quietly in her bed, pursing her mouth tightly so as not to make a sound.

   Murong Qianjin?

  The four big characters echoed in her mind, showing the difference between Murong Qiao and her.

   Zheng Yue only felt that it was unfair, and felt unspeakably uncomfortable.

  She hates Murong Qiao's glowing appearance and being surrounded by the envy of her roommates, but she also envies the other party's life of spending money without any scruples and doing whatever he wants.

  Some people are born carefree and grow up to be a rich lady amid countless doting, but she can only eat bread bitterly, working three jobs a day and worrying about tuition fees.

  They are all human beings, and the big gap makes Zheng Yue unacceptable.

   This kind of mood seems to have taken root in Zheng Yue's heart, and it has always affected her. Even when she went to work in the cafeteria the next day, she kept thinking about it.

  She stood in her place in a daze at noon, and even the lady in the cafeteria next to her could tell where her thoughts had gone.

   "A meal." A girl put the plate in front of her, with a little impatience in her pretty voice.

  She looked up at the owner of the voice. She was well-made up and wearing fashionable and eye-catching clothes, with a condescending look on her face.

   Even she looks down on me?

  Zheng Yue suddenly had such an idea, glanced at the girl in front of her, and instinctively gave her a spoonful of rice.

   As a result, the spoonful of rice didn't hit the right place, and it spilled all over the girl's clothes.

   "You are sick!" The girl's tone suddenly became sharp, and her speech sounded harsh.

  She frowned and glanced at the latest fashion week hit she just bought, her face was so ugly, "Do you know how much I spent on this dress! Can you afford it!"

  The other party's mouth was full of irritability, Zheng Yue realized the stupid thing she had done, and immediately stopped thinking about Murong Qiao, and looked at her with a pale face.

   "You don't even know how to cook, and you wear such poor clothes. Didn't your parents teach you to apologize?" the girl shouted at her.

  She didn't suppress her voice, so everyone around her cast their gazes. Zheng Yue stood there with a pale face, flustered and at a loss.

   This dress might not be enough for her to pay her part-time salary for a whole month.

   "Okay, calm down." A hand suddenly stretched out from the side, stopping the girl who wanted to get angry at Zheng Yue. "If it's just rice, it should be fine to deal with it now."

  What a gentle voice.

  Zheng Yue thought subconsciously, and then saw the school beauty that everyone was discussing on the forum appeared in front of her.

   "She's just a student working in the cafeteria." Feng Xinyao smiled and took out a wet towel to help someone wipe off the rice grains stuck to her clothes. "Don't make things difficult for her. It's not easy to go to school because of family difficulties."

   "Classmate, are you okay?" Feng Xinyao turned her head and said something to Zheng Yue, as if to comfort her.

  The two knew they were friends at a glance, but compared to the girl's irascibility, Feng Xinyao appeared gentle and friendly, warming people's hearts like a spring breeze.

  Everyone could tell that Feng Xinyao was helping that part-time student with good words, and their affection for this school belle skyrocketed for a while.

  But Zheng Yue was different, she unconsciously clenched the handle of the spoon in her hand, and felt that Feng Xinyao's words were like sharp thorns, piercing her body hard.

  She would rather bear the abuse from that girl just now, than hear Feng Xinyao say these words to herself, pretending to be considerate, but exposing the side of her that she doesn't want to be seen in front of everyone.

  Is it her fault that the family is poor? If she could choose her origin, how could she become what she is now?

   "You don't need to pretend to be kind." Zheng Yue said, her tone was hard and uncomfortable. "You are not the daughter of the Murong family, why are you being gentle and generous here?"

  As soon as these words were said, the gentle smile on Feng Xinyao's face almost cracked.

  The word Murong's daughter is a lump in Feng Xinyao's heart.

   Especially the incident with Murong Qiao last time at the racecourse made Feng Xinyao care about her identity even more.

   "Isn't what the forum says is well-founded, and I also heard that Feng Xinyao can receive gifts from her brother every now and then."

   "Maybe it's a forgery, our Feng Xiaohua is so hypocritical, we haven't let go after being chased for several months, but we are so superior~"

   "It's a pity that the boy still regards her as the white moonlight in his heart, and the co-author is stuffed with sesame seeds—"

   There were quite a few people watching the excitement, so when Zheng Yue said this, many people started gossiping.

  Hearing what the people around her said, Feng Xinyao gradually increased her strength in her hands, wrinkling her cherished bag.

   There are flaws in the precious leather, like Feng Xinyao's daughter-in-law reputation has been questioned.

  Feng Xinyao didn't expect Zheng Yue to say such a thing. She just wanted to use this to show her good image in front of everyone in the cafeteria, but she didn't expect that Zheng Yue's words would directly shift the focus of the matter.

   "She said this because the granddaughter of the Murong family can laugh so hard. When I think of those people on the forum saying that Feng Xinyao is a princess, I really want to ask which KTV she works in."

   "It's not enough to be a school belle, but it's almost a joke."

   It's not a big deal to watch the excitement, but the words are getting more and more excessive.

  Feng Xinyao clenched her lips, deliberately showing the embarrassment she had been told, and the corners of her eyes also drooped down, as if she was aggrieved if she wanted to cry or not.

   "I didn't say that I was the granddaughter of the Murong family, why did everyone put the hearsay on me." Feng Xinyao said with a forced smile, but anyone could see that she seemed very hurt.

  The tears in the corners of their eyes would not fall, the boys watching were immediately confused by Feng Xinyao's appearance, and quickly refuted what they said before, as if they were not said by themselves.

  Feng Xinyao lowered her head, looking very disappointed to outsiders, but the corners of her mouth slightly curled up under the cover of her hair.

  Zheng Yue messed up Feng Xinyao's plan, and Feng Xinyao remembered her along with Murong Qiao.

  I thought that Murong Qiao's low profile was beneficial to her, but she didn't expect Zheng Yue to be killed halfway.

   "Wait, then if Feng Xinyao is a fake daughter, who is the real daughter?" Suddenly a completely different voice came out from the crowd.

  Yes, who is the real daughter?

   Immediately all eyes fell on Zheng Yue, since she just said that Feng Xinyao is fake, then she must know who is real.