"When you are so fat, you dare to drink milk tea."
The curly-haired woman on the opposite side sneered.
"It's just, I really don't know what that man likes about her, I think that man looks like a rich man."
Said the girl with shorter hair.
"Maybe there is a good father, the daughter of the CEO of our company is as fat as her, and the husband she is looking for is tall and handsome, and he is ten years younger than her, but the man's family is poor."
"No, she doesn't look like a rich person."
The short-haired girl looked Joan from top to bottom: "The clothes don't fit, what kind of rich people are pretending." ” When she saw the bag in Qiao An's hand, the girl's eyes straightened: "This bag is fake, right?"
” "Even if it's true, she's a fat nouveau riche with no taste."
Joan bit the straw in her mouth hard, she told herself not to be angry, this was a public place, and if she was angry, she would definitely quarrel with them.
She took a big sip of milk tea into her mouth, and after swallowing it directly, Qiao An gently tapped the table with her other hand, and she didn't look at the two girls opposite.
She thought about how good it would be if she was a thin person, others would not maliciously speculate, although her means of marrying Gu Zhiheng were disgraceful, but people who didn't know them didn't know why they got married.
Qiao An thought that it would be good if Gu Zhiheng liked her, and when he came back, she would definitely hug his waist and kiss him the face, declaring her sovereignty to the girl opposite.
However, Gu Zhiheng didn't like her, she didn't dare to do this, she could only think about it in her heart.
Joan buried her head and continued to drink milk tea.
"It's so thick-skinned."
The curly-haired girl said again.
"That is, if I were as fat as her, I would have committed suicide a long time ago, how dare I go out."
The short-haired girl chimed in.
Qiao An buried her head and continued to drink milk tea, but her eyes were wet and uncomfortable.
After taking two sips in a row, she didn't suck the milk tea, because Gu Zhiheng bought it for her, she thought it was very sweet, but now, she felt that the milk tea was very bitter, just like her heart.
Gu Zhiheng didn't know when he came back, and seeing that Qiao An's milk tea hadn't finished yet, he strode over, holding popcorn and a cup of Coke, and sat next to Qiao An.
"If you can't finish it, don't drink it."
Gu Zhiheng put the things down, stretched out his hand to touch Qiao An's head, and teased her: "Your head is going to be buried in the milk tea." ” "Leave it to me."
Qiao An said sullenly, she twisted her head to avoid Gu Zhiheng's touch.
On the other side, the curly-haired girl had a delicate smile on her face: "Handsome guy, add WeChat." ” As he spoke, he took out his phone.
"Handsome guy, what's your name?"
The girl with short hair also asked.
Gu Zhiheng frowned, and when he saw Qiao An like this again, he guessed what was going on?
He touched Joan's head and rubbed it gently, his eyes so soft that he could drip water: "Wife, don't be angry with me, I bought you the Lamborghini and the villa you fancy this morning, and I will write your name." ” Qiao An was stunned, she didn't expect him to say this, she said in a vague tone: "Other men send planes, and you have to send me too." ” "Okay, okay, I'll buy it for you."
Gu Zhiheng chuckled, and after pinching Qiao An's face, he took the cup of milk tea and threw it into the trash can on the side.