Chapter 1173 You Shouldn't Sit in My Seat (7)

Without even thinking about it, Xuxu shook her head and said, "No, my husband will be here soon."

The tone of refusal was very blunt, and she felt that if this continued, she would not even give Teacher Zhao face.

"Zhao Zheng, long time no see."

A gloomy voice came from the entrance of this row.

Hearing the sound, Xuxu, Ming Ancheng, and Zhao Zheng looked over at the same time.

The tall man stood there, his hands in the pockets of his straight trousers, and the expensive watch on his wrist. There was no part of his body that did not show his nobility and his unique arrogance.

Xuxu breathed a sigh of relief, barely visible.

Fortunately, he came, now it's time for Zhao Zheng to leave, and she doesn't need to turn his face.

For a person like Zhao Zheng, she thinks that there are only two ways to deal with him, one is to treat him like air, and the other is to speak the truth directly, and it must be harsh.

When Zhao Zheng saw Yan Rusheng, a look of disappointment flashed across his face. He looked at him and asked, "Yan Rusheng, are you coming to the game too?"

"No, no, no." Yan Rusheng shook his head, and said with a smile, "I know you're going to have a treat tonight, and you're here to eat."

His faint tone and faint smile, in the eyes of others, caught a glimpse of surprise.

But in Xuxu's eyes, it was black to the core, black to the very essence.

Meals, the last time I ate 120,000 yuan for a meal, which is equivalent to nine to ten months' salary of Zhao Zheng A.

Hearing this, Zhao Zheng's complexion immediately changed, becoming uglier than a pig's liver, with hatred in his eyes.

The last time he had a meal, he was so miserable, and today he even deliberately reminded him.

This guy is really the same as before, defiant.

"I just want to treat Xuxu and Ming Ancheng to dinner."

Zhao Zheng replied to Yan Rusheng coldly, without showing any affection at first.

Xuxu and Ming Ancheng, who were sitting by the side, were both surprised, and each sighed in their hearts that Zhao Zheng was brave and ignorant.

The smile on Yan Rusheng's face remained unchanged. He walked to Zhao Zheng's side, turned around, and leaned lazily on the guardrail in front of him.

He looked at Zhao Zheng, frowned and pretended to be hurt, "They're all old classmates, is it interesting for you to exclude me like this?"

Before Zhao Zheng could open his mouth, he continued, "Could it be because you didn't catch up with Xuxu back then, and now Xuxu is my wife, so you pushed me away?"

These words hit Zhao Zheng's inner pain.

Zhao Zheng's face turned even uglier as Yan expected, and just as he was about to say something, Yan Rusheng suddenly said: "The love letter you gave Xuxu back then, Xuxu asked me to read it to her, and she smiled after reading it. Dead, saying that your writing is too bad, and you don't look like Teacher Zhao's son at all."

His red-blooded sarcasm directly made Zhao Zheng blush up to his neck and his whole body.

Zhao Zheng stared at Yan Rusheng, gritted his teeth, "You..."

However, just after he said a word, Yan Rusheng snatched the words again, "Zhao Zheng, sometimes people have to put themselves in the right position. You are just an ordinary teacher in University A. This is the guest of honor." Chairman, we are sponsors, we are invited to sit in this position, don't you know?"

After a pause, he changed the topic again, "Actually, we are all classmates. If you want to sit in this row, I can talk to the school, but..."

Yan Rusheng deliberately elongated his tone. In an instant, the sarcastic smile on his face disappeared, and he became indifferent.

He continued: "That's my seat, you shouldn't be sitting around."