The two of them left the Internet cafe and planned to visit the West Lake today.

I walked more than a kilometer southeast of the provincial capital university and arrived at the Yuewang Temple, looking for a place to drink milk tea.

"Yangyang, I want to go to Broken Bridge, but I haven't been there yet."

"It's probably more than two kilometers to walk from here. Are you sure you want to walk there?"

"Well, I can't walk anyway, so why don't you carry me on your back?" Song Xuelu hugged Mu Yang's arm and deliberately raised her head to act coquettishly with her little mouth pouted.

Mu Yang looked at his girlfriend, and then at the two laptops and laptops he was holding in his hands. He was tired after carrying them for a long time. He was really too lazy to leave.

But when the young man next to him saw this couple, he was really envious: Young man, if you don’t want to carry it, let me do it.

Mu Yang looked embarrassed, Song Xuelu turned her head and snorted deliberately pretending to be angry. She actually wanted to test Mu Yang to see if he would really carry her behind in this situation.

"It seems that Zhu Bajie like me is going to carry our Cuilan back home for the bridal chamber today!" Seeing her angry look, Mu Yang teased with a smile.

"Anyone who wants to marry you will not be ashamed! You are talking nonsense!" Song Xuelu came over with her pink fist and gently beat Mu Yang.

The two of them were laughing and scolding, which attracted the attention of passers-by, but the handsome men and beauties were still very eye-catching and would not offend anyone.

The newly purchased mobile phone has also been put to use for taking photos, and the effect is pretty good.

The two played for a long time, and Song Xuelu's soles hurt from walking. Mu Yang carried his backpack on his back and walked a certain distance with her on his back.

Her back was squeezed by two balls of flesh. It had been a long time since she had carried her on my back, so she was really not used to it.

After dinner, Mu Yang sent her to the school gate and then returned to school.

Song Xuelu returned to the dormitory and put Pingguo's computer on the table.

Although Pingguo MacBook Air has not yet become popular in China in 2008, its ultra-thin model and special texture are still very eye-catching, and you can tell at a glance that the price is not cheap!

Two roommates in the dormitory, Li Xinqiao and Wang Qiuman, were very curious after seeing it. Song Xuelu didn't have a computer, so this bag looked very brand-new.

"Xuelu, I bought a new notebook, or Pingguo. How much did it cost?" Li Xinqiao asked, with envy in his eyes.

"Oh my god, this is Pingguo MacBook Air, Xuelu, you've made a fortune!" Li Xinqiao couldn't help but scream!

At that time, Pingguo MAC computers had always been regarded as high-end computers. Even more than ten years later, they were still only available to high-paying professionals!

Due to his family background, Li Xinqiao receives information about foreign new technology products much faster than ordinary students!

Seeing Li Xinqiao's exaggerated expression, other people in the dormitory also gathered around to look at Song Xuelu's new computer.

Even in 985 universities, there is still competition among students.

Li Xinqiao has a sweet appearance. If Mu Yang judged her, Song Xuelu would score 90 points, and she would also score 80 points.

However, Li Xinqiao didn't like Song Xuelu very much. The reason was very simple. She was very low. There were 50 students in the class and there were 8 girls. She and Song Xuelu were the only ones who were pretty.

It should be said that they are the most beautiful in the entire mechanical and electrical school, but in the eyes of most students, Song Xuelu is the school beauty, while she is at most the class beauty.

In terms of family background, she is a local and her parents have a total annual income of more than 100,000 yuan. Song Xuelu cannot compare to her.

She also has a laptop, but it was Lian Xiang's. Her parents spent 5,000 yuan to buy it for her.

As for Pingguo's computer, she could certainly afford it with her parents' salary, but she would never spend more than 10,000 yuan on Pingguo's notebook. Her family had just moved to a new house and still had to pay off the mortgage.

Of course, I don't like Song Xuelu, but I don't look down on her.

Students who can go to provincial universities are more or less talented, and students from other provinces like Song Xuelu have much higher scores than her!

The total enrollment of provincial capital universities in the province reaches 2,600 students each year, which is nearly half of the total enrollment each year.

Therefore, it is much easier for students from this province to get admitted than those from other provinces.

Even if Li Xinqiao doesn't like Song Xuelu very much, he won't show it and will still maintain a superficial kindness towards her.

Her parents also said that make more friends at school. Even if you don't like a certain classmate, they will always have something to take advantage of, so try not to make enemies. Maybe they will do better than you in the future.

When Song Xuelu writes about her father's job in her family information, she always writes "ordinary employee" instead of "deputy mayor." Of course, she also knows that the deputy mayor and deputy department level is nothing special.

Therefore, from high school to college, her classmates did not know her father's true position at all.

"It was a gift from my boyfriend." Song Xuelu didn't hide anything, "I really don't know how much it cost."

Wang Qiuman said curiously: "You have a boyfriend, but I haven't heard you say that."

Song Xuelu just smiled and did not express her position. Except for Mu Yang, she would not be overly enthusiastic towards others and did not want to say anything more.

I took out the computer and turned it on, set the screensaver, and felt like it would be great if there were photos of the two of them.

"Xuelu, your boyfriend is so kind to you." Wang Qiuman stood aside and looked at Song Xuelu's computer. He was envious of someone else's high-end computer and longed for one of his own.

"Hehe, yes."

Li Xinqiao took a look at the model of her computer and checked online. It turned out to be 18,000 yuan!

I couldn't help but admire: "Wow, 18,000 yuan is so expensive! Your boyfriend is a rich second generation, so rich."

Li Xinqiao vaguely felt that Song Xuelu was being taken care of by rich people outside.

When Song Xuelu heard this, she didn't expect this computer to be so expensive. She thought she could buy it for seven or eight thousand, so the guy even bought two of them.

However, I am willing to spend money on myself. Thinking of this makes my heart sweet.

"Well, he's either a rich second generation, or he started his own business and made some money."

When Li Xinqiao heard that he was not a second-generation rich man, he was very proud and secretly sneered. It turned out that an older uncle could make so much money by starting his own business. He must be quite young. It seemed that he was really being taken care of. He thought he had climbed up to the top.

The second generation of rich people.

The unbalanced mood just now was instantly balanced.

However, Li Xinqiao didn't say anything, but he looked down on Song Xuelu in his heart.

There are many disputes among women, and it didn’t take long before most of the girls in the entire dormitory knew that Song Yalu owned over 10,000 high-end computers and mobile phones!

At ten o'clock in the evening, a girl mistakenly reported that she was being kept by a rich man.

The rumors still reached Song Xuelu's ears. Wang Qiuman, who had the best relationship with her, told her. She didn't know who started spreading the rumors, and Wang Qiuman defended her against the injustice.

But Song Xuelu wasn't furious, she just felt that if it spread like this, it would be more misleading, so she simply sent a text message to Mu Yang:

"Yangyang, I'm so troubled. Many classmates say that I am being kept by a rich man."

"What they said is correct. I am indeed a rich man in the future and I will support my wife. So what?"

That's what Mu Yang said, but he felt that his wife was being pointed out behind her back, which had a bad impact on her.

I never thought it would turn out like this before. If Song Xuelu dressed very high-end when she first started school and gave people the first impression of being a rich girl, maybe no one would dare to say that about her.

Normally, the gap between rich and poor is not big among classmates, but suddenly I find that my classmates have become richer than me, and I feel a little unbalanced. This is normal.

Not talking about Song Xuelu, Mu Yang took his writing notebook back to the dormitory. Several roommates were also shocked. Some classmates spoke sourly, saying that his girlfriend was Bai Fumei and that he was a softie.

Fatty did know where Mu Yang's money came from, and originally wanted to explain it to him, but Mu Yang said it was unnecessary, so let them just let their misunderstanding slowly sour.

"I hate you. I don't want to deal with you anymore."

Mu Yang smiled and replied to the text message: "Dear, after a while, I will give you a surprise. I guarantee that no one will say that you are being kept."
Chapter completed!