Feminist God

After Wang De left like this, Lin Qing immediately felt that something was missing in the dormitory.

After looking at the various cosmetics neatly placed on his computer desk, he frowned and said, "Actually, Zhang Qian is quite a nice person. The bag I gave you last time was earned through her work-study program."

"I threw away that broken bag a long time ago. It's only 1,000 yuan. I don't care about it." Wang Deman said indifferently.

The bag I use now was bought by Li Tiantian for 10,000 yuan.

"She is the one who really likes you." Lin Qing stared at Wang Deliang and sighed for a long time.

I don't understand, Zhang Qian is so good, she actually dumped him, just to experience a luxurious life and sweet talk?

"I'd rather sit on the bedside of Li Tiantian's house and cry, than waste my youth with Zhang Qian!"

Lin Qing stared at him blankly, and sighed for a long time in silence.

Everyone's lifestyle is different, Ye Xiaoye wants to be a star, she wants to have three wives and four concubines, and now Wang De wants to live a luxurious life, are they all wrong?

That's right.

Since this is your choice, no one else can change it.

And Lin Qing is too embarrassed to say anything more, after all, with his own situation and this dream, he is really worse than Wang De.

"Okay, I see."

Lin Qing didn't say anything anymore, but just warned Wang De that if there was anything that could not be solved, he would come to him.

This sentence is completely from the heart.

Because Lin Qing has a lot of female friends, but very few male friends get along well. Although Wang De's sissy is really disgusting sometimes, it cannot be denied that Wang De is one of Lin Qing's few male friends.

Moreover, Lin Qing still owes him a huge favor. If he hadn't carefully put away that lottery ticket that time, he would never be where he is today.

If it wasn't for Wang De.

Maybe now Lin Qing has sunk, started to be a slut in this world, is taken care of by women every day, and spends women's money to go to various high-end clubs, and have a blast with all kinds of beauties!

Live the life of an RPG that men of yesteryear only dreamed of!

"You don't want to talk anymore?" Wang De was stunned.

Because of this matter, Liang Qingshi and Wang Dedundun taught for a long time, but now Lin Qing only said a few words?

"There's nothing to say. Some people like material enjoyment, while others like spiritual enjoyment. They're all the same in my eyes." Lin Qing patted him on the shoulder.

"Then goodbye."

Wang De smiled, turned around and walked out of the dormitory. Li Tiantian was still waiting for him in the apartment. She couldn't let him wait too long. It seemed that another great uniform was prepared today!

The door of the dormitory was closed, and the small space fell into an eerie silence.

Sitting on the chair, Lin Qing's eyes were filled with coldness, which was terribly cold.

Just now he really wanted to beat Wang De on the ground to wake him up, but after thinking about it later, he might as well let him go.

After all, I am not his nanny. Speaking of that, a friend has already done his duty. Besides, he stopped him this time, so what about next time?

Who knows if Zhang Tiantian or Liu Tiantian will pop up.

After a long while, Lin Qing regained his thoughts and took out a piece of A4 paper from the drawer to write and draw.

A paragraph of words and ideas were sketched out, and for a long time Lin Qing fretfully threw the paper into the trash can.

Several mistakes were found above, such as some knowledge about firearms.

Lin Qing's arm seemed to hit something on the table.

There was a crisp sound of "click".

Scattered glass shards appeared on the ground.

It was a little dolphin handicraft made of glass that broke.

Lin Qing lowered his head, deep in thought.

This thing was given to him by Wang De, who said it represented the friendship between roommates and friends, so he kept it in a conspicuous position on the table.

This situation continued until the door of the dormitory was pushed open, and it was Liang Qingshi who came back.

"Hey, why are Wang De's things missing so much?"

"I went to live with Li Tiantian." Lin Qing put away the broken glass on the ground and glanced at him.

"Oh my God." Liang Qingshi immediately covered his mouth with both hands to prevent himself from screaming.

I have been dating Shen Ying for more than a year, and they just hold hands and occasionally kiss, but Wang De is too fast, right? !

Living together with a man means having a relationship with a woman is inevitable.

"Just now Zhang Qian told us to go down." Liang Qingshi thought of something.

Lin Qing couldn't figure out why Zhang Qian was looking for her at this time, and she didn't talk much at ordinary times, even if she did, she would send holiday blessings by text message.

After a while, the two went downstairs.

Zhang Qian was standing downstairs.

"What's the matter?" Lin Qing asked.

"I want to ask you to help me transfer this thing to him!"

After finishing speaking, Zhang Qian looked at the two of them expectantly from the exquisite gift box in her backpack.

The gift box is not too big, with a small light yellow bottle pattern printed on it, and the price tag of 3,000 yuan has not been torn off. It can be seen that this is the Liushen perfume that has not been bought for a long time and is best-selling domestically and overseas!

After just glancing at the trademark of Wushen Perfume, she noticed her palms full of calluses and wounds.

Neither Lin Qing nor Liang Qingshi went to pick her up, they just looked at her strangely.

"I know that Wang De doesn't like me anymore, but this is his favorite thing. I couldn't afford to buy it at that time, but now I can afford to buy it. Even though we have broken up, I still want to give it to him!" Zhang Qian hurriedly said something, with a bit of sourness in her tone.

"You should return this perfume." Lin Qing was a little embarrassed.

"Do you think I was dumped?"

"Uh, that's not what I meant. I meant that Wang Degang moved out and lived with someone."

After Lin Qing said this, Zhang Qian's face changed suddenly, and she felt a bang in her head, and the tears could no longer stop flowing down.

the next day.

In the class, Lin Qing was still thinking about Zhang Qian and hissing endlessly.

A woman who is in Zhang Qian's role can already be regarded as true love, knowing that she has been dumped, she still has to go to the construction site to move bricks to earn money to buy perfume.

Before I knew it, the morning class was finished.

Before leaving, Wu Lian glanced at Lin Qing who was sitting at the end.

In the past few days, she has been in a state of worrying about gains and losses.

Because there have been a lot of social gatherings recently, and every time the manager of this entertainment company or that media company invites himself to drink, the purpose is to scan Lin Qing's affairs without exception.

Wu Lian looked up to the leaders of middle-level companies when she usually met, so every time she was excited and cautious, she was afraid of offending them.

"Let's eat together at noon?" Yang Youran walked over, shaking the inferior bracelet on his left hand deliberately as he spoke, as if to remind him of something.

"No, I'm going to the mall. I haven't bought any clothes for this year."

"Together, together."

"No, I'll be back in a while." Lin Qing glanced at Yang Youran.

As long as the other party follows, it will definitely be the other party who pays the bill. Lin Qing is somewhat embarrassed. It's fine if Yang Youran pays the bill for usual meals, but buying clothes is much more expensive.

Yang Youran nodded dejectedly.

At noon, Lin Qing bought clothes from the shopping mall near the university, and then returned after eating outside alone.

There were five or six women walking over on the road, each with short, capable hair and fierce faces.

They are either holding steel pipes or daggers, and they are not serious people at a glance.

Lin Qing took out a wad of paper from his pocket and wiped the oil stains from the corners of his mouth, paused in his steps, and stopped moving forward.

From the eyes of these people, I will be their target.