The super rich starts with the self-discipline challenge

Chapter 24 Brother
"I also brought a charging cable..."

Meng Jiaen held Zhong Yun's arm and rested her head on his shoulder, looking very intimate.

"okay."

Zhong Yun pulled his hand out with all his strength and said, "I can't see it anymore, so there's no need to act anymore."

Then park the shared bicycle on the side of the road.

Meng Jiaen looked back and saw that the three men were indeed gone. A smug smile appeared on his face, and he jumped in front of Zhong Yun and said, "I helped you so much, how do you thank me?"

Zhong Yun looked at her seriously and asked, "Why are you helping me? Last time in my company, you pretended to be my girlfriend and helped me out. Tell me the truth, do you like me?"

"I bother."

Meng Jiaen was furious, "I'm helping you with good intentions, why do you want to disgust me like this? And I like you, what do you think?"

"I'm warning you, don't have any improper thoughts about me, or I'll beat you up."

"Let me tell you, I will never like a man and I will never fall in love in my life. You'd better get rid of those messy thoughts in your mind as soon as possible."

This reaction was completely beyond Zhong Yun's expectations.

I don't like men...

She said so, so it must be true.

Zhong Yun was still confused, "Then why are you helping me?"

Meng Jiaen said, "You have seen me at my most embarrassed, and my character is not bad. We are so destined to be together. I treat you as my best friend."

Hearing the word bestie, Zhong Yun's face darkened and he cursed, "Get lost."

Which decent man would want to be a girl’s best friend?
What’s the difference between this and licking a dog?
He felt he was being scolded.

Meng Jiaen was so angry that she wanted to hit someone, "Are you kidding me? I just helped you, why are you cursing at me?"

Zhong Yun said angrily, "I'm a man, what do you mean by treating me as your best friend? Are you scolding me?"

"I treat you as my best friend, and you treat me as your buddy."

Dude?

Zhong Yun saw that she was still angry and had a slightly annoyed look on her face. Under the white street light, her face was flushed and her clear eyes were covered with a thin layer of mist, which made his heart beat faster.

As long as you are not blind, who can treat you as a friend?
Meng Jiaen lowered her eyes subconsciously, but soon came to her senses and said angrily, "If you dare to look at me like that again, I'll dig out your eyeballs."

That ferocious look has no deterrent effect at all.

Seeing her face blushing all the way to her neck, Zhong Yun's heart fluttered. He turned around and said, "Didn't you say you would buy me some clothes to compensate me? Where are we going to buy them?"

Meng Jiaen touched her hot cheek and thought, it's all this guy's fault, he always makes me angry.

She finally remembered the important matter, "I haven't asked you yet, why did you come here on a bicycle, where is your bicycle?"

"What car?"

"What car are you talking about? The one with four wheels."

Zhong Yun said as a matter of course, "Oh, I parked in the parking lot across the street."

Meng Jiaen's eyes widened and he said in disbelief, "Are you okay? Why did you stop over there? Can't you just drive over here?"

"No, that won't work. It's a company car, and my boss hates it when people ride in her car."

"Am I someone else? I'm your buddy!"

Have you forgotten that you are my buddy? You just informed me.

Of course Zhong Yun couldn't say that, he just said firmly, "That won't work either."

Meng Jiaen glared at him and said, "Are you so afraid of your boss?"

"Do you want to listen to what you are saying? She is my boss, the one who pays me. Isn't it normal for me to be afraid of her?"

Meng Jiaen said with some intention, "How about you be my driver?"

Zhong Yun frowned and said, "So, you just want an errand boy who listens to you, right?"

Seeing that he seemed angry, Meng Jiaen stepped forward, grabbed his hand, shook it gently, and said, "I was wrong, I was wrong, please don't be angry."

"..."

Zhong Yun looked at her pouting lips, blinking eyes and acting like a spoiled child, and just wanted to shout for help.

He had several girlfriends, but none of them had ever acted like this to him.

He pulled his hand back a little uncomfortably and said, "Well, let's talk it over nicely. Don't touch me."

Meng Jiaen turned her head to look him in the eye and asked, "Then you are not angry anymore?"

Zhong Yun took out his phone and said, "Let me take a taxi."

"No, drive my car."

Meng Jiaen took out a red car key from her handbag.

Zhong Yun looked at the logo above and couldn't help asking, "Ferrari?"

Meng Jiaen said, "Well, it's a gift from my grandfather when I graduated from college last year. It's parked in the garage in that community. Let's go."

Zhong Yun thought, how much does a Ferrari cost? Her family is very rich.

At least, there should be a dozen small goals.

It's impossible for an ordinary rich second-generation to just give a Ferrari to a granddaughter who just graduated, right?
He is now thinking about a question: with her family background, why would she come to go on a blind date with him?

Su Wan doesn’t have that much face, right?
No, Su Wan definitely didn’t know. If she knew, she would never arrange for him to go.

Are you kidding? Letting your driver go on a blind date with someone else's daughter, isn't that humiliating?
There must be some misunderstanding here.

……

When Zhong Yun arrived at the underground garage of the community and saw the red Ferrari, he finally couldn't help but ask the question, "Who arranged for you to go on a blind date that day?"

Meng Jiaen opened the car door and got in, saying, "It's my aunt, she did it on purpose. As soon as I graduated from college, she kept arranging blind dates for me, with rich second-generations, elite returnees, and all kinds of young beauties, but I didn't like any of them. She was very angry, so she deliberately arranged the blind date that day, just to disgust me. I just didn't live up to her expectations, which pissed her off to death."

Zhong Yun thought that it was probably a grudge between wealthy families.

Wait, what do you mean by deliberately disgusting you?
Do you think it's cheap to go on a blind date with me?

Meng Jiaen urged, "Come on, don't you know how to drive? Do you want me to teach you?"

Forget it, don't argue with her.

Zhong Yun started the car and rushed out in a flash.

It has to be said that a luxury sports car is a luxury sports car. The feeling of driving it is really enjoyable.

……

Half an hour later, on the second floor of a high-end shopping mall.

This place is full of luxury brand stores.

Meng Jiaen was obviously very familiar with this place. She took Zhong Yun straight to a men's clothing brand store. After entering, she started picking clothes.

The waitress who received them found this couple a bit strange. They looked like a couple, but not as close as ordinary couples.

The woman was very beautiful, which made her look stunning.

She sees so many customers every day, many of them handsome men and beautiful women, but few can compare with this girl's looks and temperament.

To have such a beautiful girlfriend, this man must be extraordinary and very rich. You can tell by looking at the girl's expensive brand-name clothes.

Although, this boy's dress and temperament don't look like a rich man.

However, don't judge a book by its cover.

There are many rich people in this world who don’t care much about their clothes and appearance.

So, his girlfriend dragged him to buy clothes.

The waiter quickly figured out the relationship between the two and the reasons why they came to the men's clothing store to buy clothes, so he put on a professional smile and went over to serve the glowingly beautiful girl.

In this case, the man is usually just a tool to swipe the card, and the one who actually chooses the clothes is his girlfriend.

Sure enough, the man sat in the rest area to look at his phone, leaving the girl alone picking clothes.

The waiter followed the girl and watched her pick out several sets of clothes. His professional smile was about to burst. Maybe she could make a big order today.

After Meng Jiaen picked out seven or eight sets of clothes, she said, "These are all for now. Give them to him to try on."

Zhong Yun, who was sitting there resting, saw the waiter holding a pile of clothes, put away his phone, and asked curiously, "Why did you pick so many?"

Meng Jiaen said, "Try them on and see which one suits you best."

"Don't bother with that, any set will do."

Zhong Yun picked up a piece of clothing and subconsciously glanced at the tag of the clothes. When he saw it, his eyes were fixed.

This piece of clothing costs five figures.

Just for this style, he searched on Duoduo and found a lot of them costing just a few dozen yuan.

Zhong Yun picked up another one and took another look. It was also a five-digit number.

I looked at several pieces in a row, and none of them was priced less than ten thousand yuan. Note that it was a piece of clothing.

His face looked a little unhappy. "Meng Jiaen, what do you mean? You want to support me?"

Meng Jiaen felt a little aggrieved, "No, can you please stop being so sensitive?"

This conversation almost shattered the waitress's three views.

Good guy!
It turned out that she was wrong. It wasn't that a rich man found a beautiful girlfriend. It was that a rich and beautiful white rich beauty was paying for a poor boy.

The key point is that the man didn't appreciate it. He had a bad temper and got angry at the slightest disagreement. It reminded the waiter of his first love, who was also a poor, self-esteem, and selfish bastard.

Zhong Yun was too lazy to say more. He returned the clothes in his hand to the waiter and turned away.

"You wait for me."

Meng Jiaen quickly chased after him, apologizing, "I was wrong, don't walk so fast, I can't keep up..."

The waitress was amazed, this gigolo is really hard to come by!
PS: Let me talk about the update. Two chapters a day, one chapter in the morning, no later than 12 o'clock. One chapter in the afternoon, no later than 6 o'clock. Five thousand words a day.

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