Chapter 83: Art Ratio (4)

"You ..." The woman next to the table shot the case, but Xu Shu pressed the chair back without saying "who said who it was".

Her son blinked innocently and said, "Mother, why would you want to scold others without the ability?"

His mother's face turned blue and white for a while, how could she still sit still and drag her son away.

Seventy-seven wow, a glorious glance at Xu Shu.

Just then, Xue Yingyu returned with a piece of paper.

A snap in front of Xu Shu.

"You won. I gave you three thousand two gold. I won. I won't take any money."

Xu Shu took a look at it, it was really a contract.

She said nothing and signed it.

Xue Yingyu: "?????"

Seventy-seven: "?????"

Onlookers: "???"

Shouldn't you sneer, and then tear it off with integrity, what's the matter of signing it?

Xu Shu not only signed it, but also carefully shoved it into his arms.

Xue Yingyu was inexplicably flustered and comforted himself afterwards. It was all right, how could Xu Shu win her.

"Miss Xue must do what she says. So many people have seen it today, but she can't deny it." Xu Shu blinked at her.

Xue Yingyu left proudly.

Qiqi woke up at first, "Sister Xu, what's going on?"

"It's nothing, the rich second generation who has no mind."

"what?"

"You didn't see that I was counting her? I won, I was 2,000 in gold, I lost, and I didn't have to pay a penny. Is there such a good thing in the world?"

Qiqi took a breath and opened his mouth, "So what did you say before?"

"Excited her." Xu Shu's expression was very calm, without counting the guilt after others.

Seventy-seven: You are great, you are the boss.

But also, Xu Shu is wearing a very ordinary dress, no wonder people think she has no background.

As everyone knows, her background is terrible.

Behind is her seventh uncle, who has a background that can be more terrible than her?

Xu Shu didn't want to change clothes.

Before her playing time, she shouldn't dress herself up, otherwise she wouldn't even dare to drink saliva, because she was afraid she might lose her fat.

More than four hundred people were better than getting dark.

Although this is a very large restaurant that can seat a lot of people, but who has the patience to sit here until the evening, so at dinner, many people are busy eating.

Those who compete at dinner are a bit pitiful.

They played the plucked strings on it, but they were smelling the food.

Xu Shu is extremely grateful that he did it after dinner.

After eating and drinking, I suddenly didn't want to compare.

Whatever comes first, she lost her fighting spirit.

Isn't it good to make a salted fish quietly?

But touching the contract of 2,000 gold in my arms is still better than ...

Xue Yingyu took his own piano and went to Zixing Pavilion.

Many people look at her.

Noisy again.

"It's Xue Xue."

"Mr. Xue was shocked last year, and I have never forgotten it."

"Who is facing this year?"

"Who else, that nameless person, Xu Shu."

"Well, it's not even a nameless person now, at least ... isn't her reputation far beyond her control?"

"Hahahaha ..."

At the Star Court, Xue Yingyu set up the piano.

The tone was low, with a hint of sadness.

It seems like a song about the state of mind.

Can a person like Xue Yingyu hold on to such a tune?

Xu Shu thought of the sentence unconsciously, "Sorrowful, leaving a few years. Mistakes. *"

It is a pity that Xue Yingyu did not show the essence of such a good tune.

*: From Song Lu You in "Biantou Feng · Red Crispy Hand"

(End of this chapter)