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The woman was wearing a tight red dress with a very low neckline, a golden belt around her waist, ten centimeter stilettos on her feet, and her walking posture was swaying.

The face was covered with heavy makeup, the false eyelashes were long and raised, the eyeliner was drawn upward, and the lips were painted with bright red lipstick.

The man next to her was half a head shorter than her. He was wearing a fancy Hawaiian shirt, a pair of white shorts, and a pair of beanie shoes on his feet, revealing his ankles without socks.

He has a big belly, which bulges out his shirt. He has a gold chain hanging around his neck and a shiny big dial watch on his wrist. Every pore in his body from head to toe exudes the aura of the nouveau riche.

The woman walked over quickly on high heels, with a deliberately warm but uncomfortable smile on her face, and her voice was so high-pitched and loud that it could be heard half the street.

"Oh, it's really you Feifei! I thought I saw the wrong person just now, but I didn't expect it was really you! Sun Feifei, I heard that you were sick. I didn't believe it before. Can you tell me why you look like this now? You are naked and don't even put on makeup. Did you just come out from home? I heard that you have been very ill in the past few years and can't leave the house?"

Sun Feifei's expression didn't change, and her steps didn't stop. She walked past her as if she didn't exist.

Wang Dazhuang followed and looked back at the woman.

But the woman caught up again like a dog-skin plaster, twisting her waist, stepping on high heels, and chased Sun Feifei with a smile on her face.

"Hey, Feifei, why are you ignoring me? Is it possible that your illness has not healed and your ears are deaf?"

The short and fat man next to him also came up and scanned Sun Feifei from top to bottom with the eyes that looked at the goods, with an uncomfortable smile hanging on the corner of his mouth.

"Fangfang, is this the school belle of the Medical University that you mentioned? She is really good-looking, but as a medical student, she got herself sick, which is a joke. Now when I meet my old classmates, I don't even say hello, and I'm not polite at all. This good skin is wasted."

Wang Dazhuang noticed that Sun Feifei's breathing had changed.

She stopped and turned to look at the two men.

The eyes under the brim of the hat were like two pieces of ice, and he said coldly: "Zhao Xiaofang, I don't want to talk to you, not because I am deaf, but because I don't treat you as a human being."

Sun Feifei's words were indifferent, but every word was as sharp as a knife. It pierced Zhao Xiaofang's body and caused blood.

She turned her head and looked at the pudgy man, and continued to sarcastically say with a hint of contempt: "And you, a short winter melon, are so short that I can't even see you when I look down, so how can I say hello?"

The short, fat man's face turned the color of pig liver. Zhao Xiaofang opened her mouth and didn't know how to answer the question for a moment.

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