MY Masochistic CEO-Chapter 104 Undercurrents

I looked at the girls and said, "Dating in college is wonderful, but you need to open your eyes and see that wealth isn’t the standard by which to judge a person, it’s their character."

The girls wore complicated looks on their faces, and Mya spoke up. "Alright, let’s all calm down, don’t get upset over trivial matters. We’re here to have fun, so let’s all, you know, have fun!" frёeweɓηovel_coɱ

At her words, Kyle’s expression also softened a bit. "Okay, you’re right. Mya, how about we go play the roller coaster later?"

The other guys also invited the girls they liked.

However, Mya shook her head. "Sorry, I’m afraid of heights, so I plan to go drifting with Lillian."

"And me!" Kelsey, standing by the side, also rejected the guy without hesitation. "I’m going with Mya!"

When she said this, she glanced at me discreetly, making my heart race. Kyle’s face was twisted with anger. I had a good laugh inside—talk about a smackdown; this was it.

’Why did you have to target me for no reason? I was just here to play,’ I thought.

There were seven boys. Excluding Lillian, Mya, and Kelsey who were with me, there were only five girls left. And these five girls, both in temperament and appearance, were not as good as these three.

With three beauties by my side, I felt great!

Soon, we arrived at Thunder Mountain Drift. When we got on the boat, those guys gave me envious looks. I even overheard one of them say, "Damn, one guy with three gorgeous girls, is he trying to kill us?"

The drifting process was very exciting. Even though they were wearing disposable plastic waterproof suits, their clothes still got wet.

A performance of wet temptation.

After the drifting, we played on the swing. The feeling of being embraced from both sides was simply exhilarating.

During this exciting time, everyone was shouting, too preoccupied to notice my little actions.

When Kelsey got off, her legs almost gave out.

I noticed something: this girl seemed to enjoy being played with in crowded places by me.

This was also a particular psychological preference, just like some people like not to wear underwear in crowded places, enjoying that sneaky and stimulating feeling. If someone took a sneak peek or spies, there was a sense of excitement.

Of course, I learned these things on the online forum.

It was fun, although my hands were tired, it was delightful.

After playing a few activities, all three girls were exhausted.

At noon, we had lunch at the restaurant in Disneyland, and the environment was very nice.

Just as we sat down, Kyle and his group came over and sat next to us. Despite some unpleasantness, when it’s time to socialize, you still have to socialize. I could tell that this guy was here for Mya.

He shamelessly sat next to Mya and said, "This is something I bought for you; try it on!"

He held a Mickey Mouse headband in his hand, and he put it directly on Mya’s head regardless of whether she liked it or not.

Mya blushed and wanted to take it off, but the boys and her classmates were all cheering, so she felt awkward asking Kyle to take it off.

Kyle provocatively glanced at me. I just felt speechless—he was in college and still playing these childish tricks!

When we ordered, they chose their dishes, and we chose ours. All of our choices were the most popular dishes in the restaurant, which also meant they were the most expensive.

Eight dishes ended up costing four to five grand—Disneyland was really a rip-off!

Seeing us eating so extravagantly, those girls envied and said, "Wow, such a big lobster!"

"Isn’t that Beef Wellington? It looks delicious!"

A few girls looked on eagerly. Kyle and his friends exchanged glances, and they called the waiter. "Bring us your signature dishes."

He was out of his mind. Consumption at this Western restaurant was not low. With about ten people, they would need at least twenty dishes. Without one or two tens of thousands, it was impossible.

Soon, their dishes arrived. Although they looked appetizing, Kyle and his friends seemed unhappy.

’No money, stop pretending to be rich!’

I thought of my past self. If you don’t have money, you don’t have money; only a fool would pretend to be rich.

People can have a date by eating a hamburger, something that a hamburger can accomplish, so why go to a Western restaurant?

Of course, that was my thinking when I didn’t have money, now that I have money, I should treat myself better and try things I haven’t tried before.

As I was eating, I felt a movement at my feet, thinking someone accidentally bumped into me, but soon, that foot was rubbing against my thigh.

I immediately realized and looked at Kelsey across from me.

This little seductress had a serious look on her face, no clues were visible.

I looked at Mya again, it definitely wasn’t her.

Luckily, the tablecloth was long, so no one could see what was happening under the table.

I deliberately dropped my chopsticks on the floor, then quickly bent down to pick them up, and sure enough, it was Kelsey, this little troublemaker.

I smirked. This little seductress dared to tease me so boldly, so don’t blame me for being impolite.

She blushed, seemingly surprised that I stooped to peek.

I took off my shoes and extended my foot, rubbing it on that smooth surface.

Kelsey continued chatting and laughing with Mya and Lillian, using laughter to cover up her inner turmoil when she was happy.

However, slowly, her expression became strange. Her hands rested on the table as if she were trying hard to endure something. Although her face carried a smile, her eyes were misty.

I deliberately asked. "Kelsey, why is your face so red?"

"Ah, I... I feel a bit hot!"

I snapped my fingers, called the waitress over, and asked her to lower the air conditioning temperature in this area.

"Than... thank you!"

Her voice trembled slightly.

"No problem, you and Lillian are good friends. It’s only natural."

Lillian said, "I’ll get you a glass of ice water to cool down."

"Than... thank you!"

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